<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121</id><updated>2011-10-10T15:16:26.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanderinparis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-1051632885675629484</id><published>2011-01-12T20:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:20:50.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's only the first month of 2011 so it's never too late to sum up my best moments in year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2010 has been a real incredible journey for me. It was my first year to ever step my foot in to the teaching field, which I find surreal actually, because being a preschool teacher was my long term ambition since my childhood days. I loved playing pretend as student/teacher with my cousins whenever they slept over at my place. And so, it came true. Although the zero experience and knowledge on classroom management, curriculum and so on, the one thing I've learnt to overcome all the difficulties is patience. Kids can be a tough nut at times but they're the most genuine people I've ever met. They make good liars and good learners. The children changed me. They really did. Their smiles, laughters, thank yous and compliments made me so comfortable in my own skin. I've never felt appreciated this way before. Other than the kids, I can't remember the last time someone told me how beautiful I am. Never. The children would aways lit my face up. The other day I visited them in their K2 classes. I was getting all emotional. I couldn't believe my eyes they've grown so much. So much taller, so much wiser. I missed having conversations with their parents/guardians. (They're more understanding as compared to this year's.) They even told me how much their child miss me, wishing that I'm able to teach them again. But thanks a lot guys. You all will always be remembered as my first, and by far the BEST batch of students. My sweetest Pearls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb3XSQTZyI/AAAAAAAAAnc/287ofk6J70Y/s1600/IMG_4227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563906369072097058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb3XSQTZyI/AAAAAAAAAnc/287ofk6J70Y/s400/IMG_4227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb3Xz0gYBI/AAAAAAAAAnk/8g7Oa7Ue5DI/s1600/IMG_4244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563906378082312210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb3Xz0gYBI/AAAAAAAAAnk/8g7Oa7Ue5DI/s400/IMG_4244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb788wxwOI/AAAAAAAAAns/N4bmorD7km0/s1600/IMG_3497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563911414184263906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb788wxwOI/AAAAAAAAAns/N4bmorD7km0/s400/IMG_3497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With em' colleagues at Universal Studios Singapore. Fo' FREE so we rockin' till late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb9kSthOSI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ZKYHmirBmvI/s1600/CBRRRRR.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563913189602703650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb9kSthOSI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ZKYHmirBmvI/s400/CBRRRRR.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The two-hour Corinne Bailey Rae's mind-blowin' soulful performance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb79BFMmHI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sWv8mtjnWuM/s1600/IMG_4017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563911415343650930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb79BFMmHI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sWv8mtjnWuM/s400/IMG_4017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celebrating my 19th with the loved ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb9kuuoFZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/yyVsL-CvuB4/s1600/wooooots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563913197123540370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb9kuuoFZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/yyVsL-CvuB4/s400/wooooots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final moments of 2010 with the ex-classmates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb79in0W9I/AAAAAAAAAn8/HkDPrzOryAw/s1600/IMG_4478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563911424347233234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb79in0W9I/AAAAAAAAAn8/HkDPrzOryAw/s400/IMG_4478.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb9kIz9sBI/AAAAAAAAAoE/mWqQ8IJkKr4/s1600/IMG_4564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563913186945380370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb9kIz9sBI/AAAAAAAAAoE/mWqQ8IJkKr4/s400/IMG_4564.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thank you 2010.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-1051632885675629484?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1051632885675629484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=1051632885675629484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1051632885675629484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1051632885675629484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-only-first-month-of-2011-so-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TTb3XSQTZyI/AAAAAAAAAnc/287ofk6J70Y/s72-c/IMG_4227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-665630373272281004</id><published>2010-12-17T03:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T03:46:56.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TQpq32qB1LI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GUUSNUdRzoM/s1600/WORDDDDDDD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551366998484702386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TQpq32qB1LI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GUUSNUdRzoM/s400/WORDDDDDDD.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What have I gained from the past two semesters? I suck at psychology. Tough ride. Ahead. Four more days till school break is over. ARGH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-665630373272281004?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/665630373272281004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=665630373272281004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/665630373272281004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/665630373272281004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-what-have-i-done-for-past-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TQpq32qB1LI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GUUSNUdRzoM/s72-c/WORDDDDDDD.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-1423448079161920272</id><published>2010-12-07T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T20:12:42.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how to give you a good description to sum up my life these days. For one thing, to be honest, I feel that I didn't do a good job at teaching. Sorry moms and dads. I should've done better. (I swear I'm going to do better next year.) However the greatest gift the children gave to me was life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you K1 Pearls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-1423448079161920272?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1423448079161920272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=1423448079161920272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1423448079161920272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1423448079161920272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-know-how-to-give-you-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-3260070426736947969</id><published>2010-09-09T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T13:37:39.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're coming to an end of Ramadhan this year. It gets more emotional as I grow older. I feel blessed, thank you dear Allah, to see my family sticking up together, despite the challenges we go through. At times we encounter with stupid arguments/conflicts but in the end, ego seperates us from the people we love. Let us move on. For those who left us too soon and whom we loved dearly, you are never forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan this year has been the most tiring one, considering the working and studying environments I'm in. I find that the kids' behaviour is at their worst only in this month. (The morning class, toooooo playful whereas the afternoon class, toooooo talkative. Haha.) On top of that, overloaded with school assignments. Whatever the circumstances are, I never ignore my children and I manage to plan my time well. And with the strength from God, I stayed strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, do I feel accomplished! I've cleared the mess in my room, swept the house, mopped the house, arranged the kuehs and going to help with mom's cooking tomorrow! My grandma is staying with us for Hari Raya again this year. This year, however, is going to be different. Because I'm old and wise enough to give away money for the kids. This is a life-changing moment for me. Haha nevermind that! I can't wait to see my big family. Kecoh to the max as usual! We're so bringing the house down ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago I was shocked to hear about the Qur'an burning ceremony that will be held in commemoration of the 9/11's ninth anniversary. This Saturday. Furthermore, on our second day of Hari Raya. Let us pray it won't happen. Never. Please. Who in the right mind, would. I. Can't. Even. To be honest, i'm raging mad about this. I mean, as a Muslim, we recite, we listen and we read the verses of Qur'an in our daily lives. And those mindless people are just going to burn what we honour and what we respect in the name of Allah? If you want to blame the radical Muslims, then so be it. But you don't give that as a reason to incinerate the copies of Qur'an. I won't be surprise if a war is about to occur. Ya Allah. What have the world become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, kepada keluarga dan sahabat-handai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TIhvI9fIodI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Ic4P8KSxFDM/s1600/Selamat+Hari+Raya+05.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514779943449960914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TIhvI9fIodI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Ic4P8KSxFDM/s400/Selamat+Hari+Raya+05.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;salam sayang dari saya, Norhuda Jamaruddin. Mohon maaf zahir dan batin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-3260070426736947969?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3260070426736947969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=3260070426736947969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3260070426736947969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3260070426736947969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-coming-to-end-of-ramadhan-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TIhvI9fIodI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Ic4P8KSxFDM/s72-c/Selamat+Hari+Raya+05.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-515893152644624921</id><published>2010-09-08T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:46:20.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8uPvX2te0I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8uPvX2te0I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-515893152644624921?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/515893152644624921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=515893152644624921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/515893152644624921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/515893152644624921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4446496622082445317</id><published>2010-08-10T10:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:47:20.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TGC_GB8tChI/AAAAAAAAAmA/QXnbQi74G9I/s1600/high-quality-inception-poster-wallpaper-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503608854969911826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TGC_GB8tChI/AAAAAAAAAmA/QXnbQi74G9I/s400/high-quality-inception-poster-wallpaper-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's nearly five weeks after the official opening of Inception in theatres yet, I still can't get over it, even though watching it twice. I saw the trailer weeks before the opening and I knew I had to watch it. I'm not a fan of DiCaprio. (Ellen Page yes.) It's because this is the genius Christopher Nolan's film, that you seriously need to watch. Even at the most crucial times in our 'N'/'O' level years, my form teacher, the awesomest Mr. Lim Y.K., would let us watch movies. (It's ironic how majority of the class got A/B grades for English.) The unforgettable one was Memento, where the scenes in the movie are played in reverse. Like Inception, it's quite mindfucking at first. But as you go deeper, it will force you to grab onto your seat. Batman is my all-time favourite superhero since young. I did enjoy Batman films in the 90s but they're nothing compared to Batman Begins and The Dark Knight. Chris has brought Batman back to the forefront to a WHOLE nutha new level. BRAVO. I'm not going to review about the movie. I thought I just want to mention the movie. It's like I have to. Haha. As most of you who have watched, it's up to you to define the theories and decide the most-talked-about ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how obsessed I still am with Inception AND its characters. From picking the right names for the characters to the mesmerizing-yet-mind-bending levels of dreams. Just everything. Some are the familiar faces from Batman Begins. It's cool how Chris puts his trust in them to bring them back in this film, with new roles, and that they pulled it off. Maybe just another few more lines to add: Marion Cotillard is one beautiful French lady. I mean she really is gorgeous! Joseph Gordon-Levitt is very handsome. Ken Watanabe is a good-lookin' badass for his age. Ellen Page is still ROCKIN' since Juno! Joseph Gordon-Levitt is hot. I haven't watched DiCaprio in a film for years, not even Revolutionary Road or Shutter Island. The last time I saw him was in The Departed. I always thought he's just a prettyface, but not in Inception. And I guess he's growing old. Joseph Gordon-Levitt is not a prettyface. He's handsomely charming. In fact, I LOVE ALL the characters. Okay, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TGFo3ktTISI/AAAAAAAAAmI/72d1EpoStnI/s1600/tumblr_l6g80rnJ3M1qcbjrjo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TGFqJanF18I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Sdw7vqoBW00/s1600/WORDAPP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503796929618106306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TGFqJanF18I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Sdw7vqoBW00/s400/WORDAPP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The casts' weirdest dreams always gets to me. LMFAO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m in this 8-by-8-foot cell, and the walls are painted off-white, and there’s a cot in one corner. There’s a steel door on one wall, and on the opposite wall there’s one tiny window, way up high. If I jump up, I can see that it looks out over the water, with no land in sight. I’m there for what feels like hours, and suddenly I hear someone approaching. The footsteps get closer and closer, until they stop right outside the door. A food slot in the bottom of the door opens up, and a tray slides in, but instead of food, it’s got a suit on it, and a fake mustache. A window in the door slides open, &lt;strong&gt;and there’s Marty Scorsese, with this crazy grin on his face&lt;/strong&gt;. ‘Time to make another movie, Leo,’ he says. ‘This time you’re a claims adjuster who gets mixed up with the Chinese Triads.’ Then he closes the window and I hear him walking away. I try to put on the suit, but all the pant legs and shirt cuffs have been sewn shut. Then I wake up.” &lt;strong&gt;Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m on the set of 3rd Rock from the Sun, and everyone is there, French Stewart and Kristen Johnston and John Lithgow and Jane Curtin, and we’re laughing about something when one of the producers comes in and tells us that the show’s been cancelled. We’re all sad, of course, and John says, ‘Well, we had a good run. Fifteen years is nothing to sneeze at.’ I do a double take and ask him to say that again. Then I realize — I’m the same age I am now. I’m not a kid. It’s 2010, and I’ve been doing the show since 1996. I go to a computer and &lt;strong&gt;I look up my IMDb page&lt;/strong&gt;, and I never did Brick, or The Lookout or Stop-Loss or (500) Days of Summer — just 3rd Rock. In fact, the only movie I’ve done is G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra. The room starts spinning, and I start breathing heavy and that’s when I wake up screaming.” &lt;strong&gt;Joseph Gordon-Levitt &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s a grassy field, and it’s littered with the bodies of dead samurai. I, too, am dressed like a samurai, and I am the only one left alive, so I draw the only logical conclusion and say, aloud, ‘I am the last samurai.’ But then behind me &lt;strong&gt;I hear a voice say, ‘Ah-ah-ah!’ I turn, and there is Tom Cruise, in full samurai armor&lt;/strong&gt;. ‘I am the last samurai,’ he says. I try to correct him, but he walks over to a couch — I don’t know where it came from, but it is in the field now — and &lt;strong&gt;starts jumping up and down on it, saying ‘I AM THE LAST SAMURAI! I AM THE LAST SAMURAI!’&lt;/strong&gt; Then I look down and see an arrow sticking out of my chest, and that’s when I wake up.” &lt;strong&gt;Ken Watanabe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m in the delivery room, and I’m in labor. It’s not painful, but I feel — off. There’s something wrong. Also, I notice that I’m &lt;strong&gt;wearing roller skates&lt;/strong&gt;. The &lt;strong&gt;doctor, who’s Drew Barrymore&lt;/strong&gt; for some reason, tells me to push, and I do, and I hear the nurses kind of gasp. I ask what’s wrong, but no one will tell me, not Nurse Eve or Nurse Juliette Lewis or anybody. I push one more time, just so I can see what’s wrong with the baby, and suddenly &lt;strong&gt;Michael Cera comes out, fully grown and covered with afterbirth. ‘Ellen, what’s up?’ he says. ‘Wanna get a burrito after this?’&lt;/strong&gt; I scream, and that’s when I wake up.” &lt;strong&gt;Ellen Page&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m on a film set with Michael Caine, and we’re both wearing suits and talking about the weather or something, and suddenly Chris Nolan is there, and he steps out from behind the camera and says ‘Action!’ I immediately launch into dialogue for my Inception character, Robert, but when it’s Michael’s turn, he just looks at me blankly. I turn to Chris, and he says, ‘Uh, Cillian?’ I realize what I’ve done and slap my hand to my forehead. I apologize to everyone, and have them call ‘Action’ again. This time I launch into my Scarecrow dialogue from Batman Begins, but once again, everyone looks confused. &lt;strong&gt;Chris walks up to me: ‘Cillian, what are you doing?’ I ask, ‘Isn’t this Batman?’ He says, ‘No, this is 28 Days Later.’ And I turn back to Michael and see that he’s turned into a zombie, and he lunges for me&lt;/strong&gt;, and that’s when I wake up.” &lt;strong&gt;Cillian Murphy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m on stage at a Star Trek convention, and I’m wearing my Shinzon makeup and costume from Star Trek: Nemesis. Sitting next to me are Leo DiCaprio dressed as Captain Kirk, Joseph Gordon-Levitt as Mr. Spock, Cillian Murphy as McCoy and Ellen Page as Uhura, and we’re all answering audience member questions about Inception. Suddenly, a Klingon in the audience stands up and shoots Leo in the chest, and the whole room erupts into chaos. &lt;strong&gt;Ellen shouts for Cillian to do something, but he tells her that he’s an actor, not a doctor, so she looks at me and begs me to help&lt;/strong&gt;, and I look at Leo and he’s clearly dying, so I say I’ll do what I can. I &lt;strong&gt;grab a ball-point pen and a microphone cord and I’m about to perform surgery when I realize I have no idea what I’m doing&lt;/strong&gt;. Luckily, that’s when I wake up.” &lt;strong&gt;Tom Hardy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So I’m at this big premiere, right? I’m walking the red carpet, and a reporter stops me, and he asks what it was like making the film, and &lt;strong&gt;I realize that I have no idea what movie I’m at. I didn’t even realize I was in it. I improvise an answer, saying how much I like the director and all that, and I go inside to find my seat, and I see that Sean Connery is there, and Clive Owen and Morgan Freeman and everyone I’ve ever done a movie with.&lt;/strong&gt; I sit down in the balcony, and the theater is full of everybody I’ve ever known in my life. The lights go down, and this movie starts, this fantastic movie about my life, in which I play all of the parts. I don’t remember a thing about making it, so I decide to sit back and enjoy it, and it turns out to be really well-done indeed. It’s a little long, though, and of course I know how it ends, so eventually &lt;strong&gt;I nod off and have a dream where I’m a pirate. Weirdest thing.&lt;/strong&gt;” &lt;strong&gt;Michael Caine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m &lt;strong&gt;on the set of Batman 3, I don’t know what it’s actually called&lt;/strong&gt;, and I’m approving Christian Bale’s new bat-suit. It’s got some added details, but I’m not paying too much attention. Then I see &lt;strong&gt;the suit for Robin, and he’s played by Zac Efron&lt;/strong&gt;. Then I approve Christina Hendricks’ Poison Ivy costume, and Michael Chiklis’ Mr. Freeze costume. Then I look out over this massive set we’ve constructed, and it’s a giant ice rink populated by these armored hockey players. And I realize: I’m not me, I’m Joel Schumacher, and I’m making Batman &amp;amp; Robin. That’s when &lt;strong&gt;I woke up, called Warner Bros. and quit the franchise&lt;/strong&gt;.” &lt;strong&gt;Christopher Nolan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com/show/movies_without_pity/inception_the_casts_craziest_d.php"&gt;televisionwithoutpity&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Christopher Nolan is one genius filmmaker who also works alongside with his wife. How marvellous. You're the best Chris!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. If you listen to the soundtrack of Inception, it's just how I imagine, dreaming. The songs are being played in the background of your dream while you're asleep. The work of Hans Zimmer. *applauses*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4446496622082445317?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4446496622082445317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4446496622082445317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4446496622082445317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4446496622082445317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-nearly-five-weeks-after-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TGC_GB8tChI/AAAAAAAAAmA/QXnbQi74G9I/s72-c/high-quality-inception-poster-wallpaper-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2757483332474409680</id><published>2010-08-09T21:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:38:05.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bXBHMeFTxS8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bXBHMeFTxS8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" 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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TGAKHof9yZI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SlbTGYtj_OM/s1600/SingaporemyHome.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 81px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503409870893599122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TGAKHof9yZI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SlbTGYtj_OM/s400/SingaporemyHome.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TGALPrxVwQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/HVWbh0i1oZI/s1600/SingaporemyHome2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 59px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503411108722360578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TGALPrxVwQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/HVWbh0i1oZI/s400/SingaporemyHome2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXBHMeFTxS8"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the old videos/photos of Singapore, the people and the places decades ago, it's hard to imagine how far we've come. It's a huge transition, which I think we're moving on too fast. But still, I'm grateful to be born here. Thank you, Singapore. Happy 45th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2757483332474409680?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2757483332474409680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2757483332474409680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2757483332474409680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2757483332474409680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/via-youtube-i-watched-old-videosphotos.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TGAKHof9yZI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SlbTGYtj_OM/s72-c/SingaporemyHome.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-6718209759809489934</id><published>2010-07-29T19:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:31:19.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TFFtEqg65jI/AAAAAAAAAlI/RmMugNEBNpI/s1600/CBRsouls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499296546895357490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TFFtEqg65jI/AAAAAAAAAlI/RmMugNEBNpI/s400/CBRsouls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://medioxumatepoet.tumblr.com/"&gt;medioxumatepoet&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was the first concert I ever attended.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae's performance was mind-blowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The setting, the band, the audience, her voice. Everything was astounding. I remembered browsing through her MySpace profile page back in 2006 (when I was in secondary 3!), listening to her music and then four years later, I got to watch her sing on stage live. Sweet. The epic moment for me had to be her singing to 'I'd Do It All Again'. She sang all the songs from her latest album, 'The Sea', plus her two notable songs 'Put Your Records On' and 'Like A Star' from her first album. I was moved to see an old Caucasian couple in front of me hold hands together with their heads swaying side to side. Corinne sang so effortlessly. I had a weird feeling watching a concert alone. Until I met Dilla (first met at our work place, she was the relief teacher then) and her friend, although they sat five seats behind from me. Not only was I alone, the lady right next to me was all alone too. For her closing performance, she sang to my least favourite kindergarten song! Que Sara Sara by Doris Day. Haha. But of course you can't compare her singing with the nursery kids'. She made the song sound rockin' good! I captured the best, finest one hour and a half moment of my life. Thank you Corinne Bailey Rae! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYqIdF-AC0A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYqIdF-AC0A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The lyrics aren't exactly right. Nonetheless, the authenticity.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I missed out John Legend, Alicia Keys and Maksim Mvirca's concerts when they were here. I can never get over it still. (If it weren't for school and being penniless......) But then, Corinne had performed alongside John Legend (and John Mayer) before at the Grammys back in 2007. John Legend had also performed a duet with Alicia Keys before. And Alicia Keys, John Legend AND Maksim Mvirca play the piano exceptionally well. So, notice the mutuality?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TFFqwPRm2YI/AAAAAAAAAlA/34QD--x4Rdw/s1600/CBRday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499293996962732418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TFFqwPRm2YI/AAAAAAAAAlA/34QD--x4Rdw/s400/CBRday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via Dilla)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today's attendance from my afternoon class was really bad. Out of 22 only 12 kids turn up for school. Curse the chicken pox and HFMD and other viruses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-6718209759809489934?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6718209759809489934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=6718209759809489934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/6718209759809489934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/6718209759809489934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/07/via-medioxumatepoet-it-was-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TFFtEqg65jI/AAAAAAAAAlI/RmMugNEBNpI/s72-c/CBRsouls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2566908573361115602</id><published>2010-07-26T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:27:07.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TE2abh8LHDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gPxPAon-41E/s1600/IMG_2333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498220517847145522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TE2abh8LHDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gPxPAon-41E/s400/IMG_2333.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/21650121-2566908573361115602?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2566908573361115602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2566908573361115602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2566908573361115602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2566908573361115602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TE2abh8LHDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gPxPAon-41E/s72-c/IMG_2333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-3041240128511250566</id><published>2010-07-15T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:06:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad that we're a week away from semester break. All of us are on the verge of breaking down, or I bet we already are due to the lecturer's overloaded assignments. I mean, we are fine with the amount he gave us but he could've been more precise. He's the worst lecturer. One even vented her anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-3041240128511250566?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3041240128511250566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=3041240128511250566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3041240128511250566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3041240128511250566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-glad-that-were-week-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-9062798025537611607</id><published>2010-06-30T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:34:11.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm extremely exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above mentioned are the three words that could sum up my current status. A quiz, an exam and three assignments that are dued within this week. Any minute now, I may explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study while working definitely makes a perfect combination to power up experience and knowledge. However on the other hand, it's exhausting. But I can't complain. Unlike most of my course mates, I'm not a mother of four.  My hats off to them who are CAPABLE to painstakingly work 9 to 5 at child care/kindergarten centres, then school 6 to 10 before heading back home to see their kids. My goodness. THAT is a huge load of sacrifice made. Other than these (super)women who keep me going, are my kids. They're the reason why tomorrow is valuable waking up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have to go shower (because I don't feel fresh), complete my first assignment (800-word essay), watch 90210 (because I just can't miss it), start on my second assignment (500-word essay), study for tomorrow's exam (3 BIG chunks of chapters from psychology and child development module) and sleep (if necessary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH. AFTER ALL THESE SHIZ I CAN THEN GO WATCH ECLIPSE WITH MY TWILIGHT COMPANION. O'RIGHT ON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-9062798025537611607?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9062798025537611607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=9062798025537611607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/9062798025537611607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/9062798025537611607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-extremely-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-7784159638516162154</id><published>2010-06-09T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T17:19:53.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoNli84m1mQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/IoNli84m1mQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's strong. And I salute her for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-7784159638516162154?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7784159638516162154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=7784159638516162154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7784159638516162154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7784159638516162154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/06/shes-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2196965886542456029</id><published>2010-06-02T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:17:10.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank God for the June holidays. The not-so-good part is that I have to come back for work on the first and last week of June. Haha like those days I had to come back to school for extra classes. The purpose of me going back to work, is to discuss, plan, brainstorm, organise, review and prepare for the children's curriculum/activities/field trips/worksheets for their semester 3 and 4, along with the other teachers within our branch. (I'm still having a mild headache from these.) This week started off uneasy for me. Working with people whom I don't really know and myself being the only K1 teacher to represent my centre. It's tough. I'm the most junior there while the rest possess many many many years of experience. I need to reassure myself that I'm doing things correctly as told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually impressed with myself. I'm working with the (most) tough(est) teachers so I'm constantly working under high level of pressure. (Senior teachers bleah.) They expect things to be prepared and done on the dot. And fair enough, I didn't disappoint. :) To be honest, I prefer their work performance. It really shows that working is a no joke. They're effin' systematic and able to progress from their execution in work. I've learnt a lot from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed to have known Lalitha. She's my mentor. She is one of the most awesome person with a kind, happy soul I have ever met. She's the only one whom I can relate and laugh out loud with when the working environment is tensed and everyone else is too darn serious. She's like the guru in the social spectrum. She's expressive, creative, bubbly, friendly, lively and animated most of the time. She has worked with Julia Gabriel Centre as a drama teacher (which is my dream to be able to work there), provides enrichment classes for children specifically in creative writng and phonics and her major in drama has truly moulded her personality as a lively character with excellent command of English. Truth is, all drama people are like that. Like Melissa. (Except that she needs to be more expressive and loud in her movement and gestures, like her drama friends.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about Melissa, I'm so happy for her. I salute her sister for being supportive too. She has come a very long way to find what really connects her inner self. She grabbed the opportunity and delivered very well, I must say. Congratulations again, Melissa! The other day when she finished her successful audition, I managed to go out with her drama friends and Firdous. It gave me a shock that one of her friends, Joash, is of a similar personality to Melvin, except that one is a jazz lover, the other is a rocker. Melissa and I had a good laugh about this. I got a free cup of Caramel Macchiato, thanks to Shahril, and all of us sat having great conversations for hours. Later, I reached home at 12.30 am. It felt like a teenager again. This was a day before I had the parents-teacher meeting. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about the parents-teacher meeting session, I just want to say that I'm touched. The parents can obviously tell that I'm too young to be their children's teacher. However, I felt so honoured that they're able to accept me. They've given me their trust to teach their children under my care. They told me their children love to go to school, love their friends and love their teacher. It made me cry. I take my fedora hat off to them. Finally. I have found my purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm relieved I'm not going overseas with my colleagues next week. I don't want to waste my fours days of the holidays to hang out with people whom I've little known of. Haha. I need to spend more time with my family, my friends and myself actually. School is okay for now. Done with most of the assignments and quizzes. But currently my mind is in a state of confusion with the psychology module. In fact all of my classmates are. The lecturer himself too. Lol. When he cannot answer our question, he would go back home to search for it, then explain to us in our next lesson. Everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TAZkr7kRzwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/V0vYkDBIuro/s1600/tumblr_l2m5kbOmTw1qaf9bqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478176702629793538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TAZkr7kRzwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/V0vYkDBIuro/s400/tumblr_l2m5kbOmTw1qaf9bqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie mothereffin' kicks ass. (I previously twittered over this due to my coarse language.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now TV time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2196965886542456029?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2196965886542456029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2196965886542456029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2196965886542456029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2196965886542456029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/06/thank-god-for-june-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TAZkr7kRzwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/V0vYkDBIuro/s72-c/tumblr_l2m5kbOmTw1qaf9bqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-8528819939573971757</id><published>2010-05-31T23:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:44:10.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SERIOUSLY IN NEED OF ALL THESE. URGENTLY. Starting from the achieveable, to the unachievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TAPXX-QBjiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/_hoq_xtCTQQ/s1600/rita_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477458378659827234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TAPXX-QBjiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/_hoq_xtCTQQ/s400/rita_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TAPaOrA_NlI/AAAAAAAAAkY/k-ddVp806yI/s1600/hp-pavilion-dv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477461517412546130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TAPaOrA_NlI/AAAAAAAAAkY/k-ddVp806yI/s400/hp-pavilion-dv3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert good phone here) &lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477463564229151778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TAPcF0AGDCI/AAAAAAAAAko/B9TkdNaHqVg/s400/Samsung_NX-10_front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I didn't go back to zhss. I was overloaded with school and work assignments. Well, I shall return on Children's Day.&lt;/p&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/21650121-8528819939573971757?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8528819939573971757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=8528819939573971757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8528819939573971757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8528819939573971757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-seriously-in-need-of-all-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TAPXX-QBjiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/_hoq_xtCTQQ/s72-c/rita_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-6091527005494109010</id><published>2010-05-19T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T00:35:16.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait for this month to end. School and work assignments are affecting my social development. HAHA. My immune system is not coordinating well with my brains. No matter how exhausting this process can be, I'm blessed to be able to embark a fun-filled learning journey with the children. They are the reason why tomorrow is worth waking up for. Already three days of absence from school and this girl told her mom that she missed me a lot. When discussing about occupation, most of them want to be a teacher. It was even more heartwarming when they want to be a teacher like me. I won't be surprised if thirty years down the road, I'm all wrinkle-free. They say working with children can make you appear and feel youthful. (I wish I can upload my class photos here but I need to seek permission from their parents which I rather not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 more major school assignments to go AND next Wednesday's parents-teacher meeting session. I haven't even finish updating their portfolios. Parents are able to notify their children's progress and performance via their portfolios based on worksheets and checklists. I thought art students only have portfolios. What's even more shocking is that the K2s have already learnt addition and subtraction by implementing the working method. When I was your age, I started to learn that in primary one. Seriously, Singaporean children need to slower down their learning pace. Those with high IQs then it's a no problem, they have potential to push the limits of their knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I really need to get back to work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S_LAdK8QA3I/AAAAAAAAAkI/YNUsobkvSFU/s1600/elizabethcatapult-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472648104594375538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S_LAdK8QA3I/AAAAAAAAAkI/YNUsobkvSFU/s400/elizabethcatapult-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My current obsession. And they're coming here soon. If you're into indie folk, you gotta check out Elizabeth and the Catapult's music. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-6091527005494109010?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6091527005494109010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=6091527005494109010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/6091527005494109010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/6091527005494109010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant-wait-for-this-month-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S_LAdK8QA3I/AAAAAAAAAkI/YNUsobkvSFU/s72-c/elizabethcatapult-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-1041203873325702601</id><published>2010-05-12T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:22:49.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so blessed for this month of May. (Although the school and work assignments are really, really, beyond overwhelming.) What's going through her mind, I can actually relate. Hawa, my colleague and also my classmate (thankfully), is a lot like myself. And us, being the youngest employers, is definitely a struggle. We all need somebody to lean on after all. Thanks to our colleagues. (; Oh. For our vacation, either we're going to Malaysia or Phuket, Thailand. Phuket FTW. But I rather hang out with my old friends. They're planning to go bowling. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I love this month of May. I've been seeing a lot of familiar faces lately. Before that, I had series of dreams about the secondary school days. I find it strange yet magical. As if I'm a psychic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be having the Sports' Day event with the kids this Sunday. The next day will be closed due to the event (cool eh). So I'm going back to Zhonghua. I think the dreams I had also meant a calling. A calling for me to revisit the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S-q3q_IMcBI/AAAAAAAAAkA/UcbsjHRtEZI/s1600/ADB-010081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470386646523080722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S-q3q_IMcBI/AAAAAAAAAkA/UcbsjHRtEZI/s400/ADB-010081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It used to feel like heaven&lt;br /&gt;Used to feel like May&lt;br /&gt;I used to hear those violins playing heart strings like a symphony&lt;br /&gt;Now they've gone away&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;But you wont believe what love can do&lt;br /&gt;Till it happens to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes for sure, I'm coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-1041203873325702601?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1041203873325702601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=1041203873325702601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1041203873325702601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1041203873325702601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-so-blessed-for-this-month-of-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S-q3q_IMcBI/AAAAAAAAAkA/UcbsjHRtEZI/s72-c/ADB-010081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-829314839805757561</id><published>2010-04-28T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:05:56.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Looking at old photos and thinking how much things have changed."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this link on Facebook and added it as my favourite page. I couldn't help it but to blog about my experiences I had back in my secondary school days. So this entry is probably the most memorable one in the history of my all-archives. Nostalgic mode on. This is only the &lt;strong&gt;part one&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Library&lt;/strong&gt;. My secret hiding place during recess and before extra classes/CCA. I volunteered to be a librarian. (I used to be a ME! ME! student.) Back then, there must be at least a librarian for each classes. I think because lack of manpower. Later, it was no longer a compulsory. Being a librarian was rather calm and cooling, except for shelving the books which I hated the most. Alan, the head librarian would always ask me to do the shelving duty instead of the counter. Irritating dude. One time, he caught me surfing Friendster. (Hahaha. The Friendster era.) I remember being late for my one-day library camp. Everyone had left to the beach to do some CIP work (beach-cleaning). With nothing better to do, I headed to the National Library in Toa Payoh and then Delifrance for breakfast for the first hour or so. (What a bummer.) Having returned back to school, cikgu Nurdini was surprised I appear out of nowhere. Hah. Then, along came the games. Out of spontaneity, our group name was It's-Just-A-Game. We came in second after accumulating points from all the games. As usual, barbequed food for dinner. I had the best teachers-in-charge - Mrs Raj and cikgu Nurdini. I left the CCA in secondary two because there wasn't much fun. The seniors, Alan and teachers left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl Guides&lt;/strong&gt;. I swear I didn't have in mind to opt for Girl Guides (GG) as my CCA. During the CCA orientation, Nura, my secondary three senior just pulled me to the booth. She persuaded, almost forced me to join so without a second thought, I did. I'm glad my former classmate, Sharifah who is also a close friend of mine for six years (and still counting), joined GG. No doubt we had the BEST batch of secondary three seniors like Joanne, Raudha, Nura, Irra, Amanda, Zaiton, Colleen, Yilyn and Peirong. Sweetest yet the funniest seniors EVER. (And just to include, that batch also had the good-looking bunch of NCC guys. In fact all the seniors were really good-looking. After they graduated, no more liao.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annual camps, World Thinking Day, banner-making, contingents, campfires and school events we involved in were endless fun. The best three-day camp I believe, we ever had, was the one in Camp Christine ('twas in secondary two). It's a tranquil place away from the hustle and bustle of the city. That was the only year my batch had the chance to camp outside of school. With Sharifah as my canoe partner, we rowed for almost an hour I think. From one place to the other end, rowed around the kelongs with dogs barking at us and us avoiding the fishing lines. Not to forget the delicious meals which I find ironic. Camps shouldn't serve good food. When washing the plates, Clarice being the irked one, was cursing at the bugs and insects. Then Ms Tan said not to look at them so that they won't get near her. Haha. We carried out our gang shows (short performances) followed by songs and cheers at night in the lodge. (I forgot what my patrol's performance was). There was once where one of our activities was abseiling ('twas in secondary three). Initially I was looking forward to it but I guess I didn't have the guts. Boo me. Oh. I remembered our own school campfire! It was epic. The bridge that was built by our Scouts was freakin' high, the tallest I'd seen as compared to other schools. As similar to a two-storey building. GG and Scouts from other schools were awed by this. I was the usher so of course, I had to lead them. It was downright scary. At any point of time, with 40 people on the bridge made of poles all attached with ropes, it would collapse. Surprisingly it didn't. Haha. The school's principal and other uniform groups were there. Even a group of GG as far as Teck Whye Secondary School came down. Everyone walked along the bridge. It was the best campfire night with the hip emcees followed by entertaining performances. The next day, us and the Scouts did the major cleanup. Although exhausting, it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise to do my best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To do my duty to God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To serve my country&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And help other people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to keep the Guide law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I was a Patrol Leader in 2006 for Swallow. And I'm proud of it. And I love my juniors. (Now I have no idea what they have become.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about the commands of marching, horseshoe formation (for enrolment ceremony!) and stuff. I can't even recall the lyrics to most of the GG's songs that was repeatedly sung on every meeting. The last time I did was like 3 years ago. Being a parade commander during flag-raising ceremonies was a major nerve-wrack. Damn the faces of all the school's population. The Singapore Youth Festival (SYF) '06. I was a member of the parade's marching contingent. As well as Teachers' Day and Sport's Day. Those were the good and bad times, where all the uniform groups came together, practice till perfect while blazing under the hot sun plus staying back late for countless rehearsals. SYF was pretty disastrous. That was the first time I encounter the delightful misery under Ms Alsagoff. Haha. She reminded me of a prison officer with all the yelling and criticisms but eventually, her method of discipline led us to perfection. One time, during the rehearsal which took place in Home Team Academy, we were told not to wear any watches. (By right GG don't wear watches when they're in the parade, I think la.) I completely forgot so there goes my (favourite) watch, it got confiscated. She had sharp, observant eyes. At the end of the rehearsal, I took the risk to ask her for my watch back because she'd clearly forgotten. She didn't say a word (which scares me) throughout searching for it in her gym bag. Those were the days. I miss being a GG. And it's disappointing there's no more GG CCA in the school. No more Ms Michelle Chan. No more Ms Tan Seow Lan. And and and not to forget, for our secondary four GG camp (without the juniors, only us), we got the chance to chill out at the teachers' lounge. That was where we had Pizza Hut for dinner and Les Choristes for our late night movie. Thanks for everything Ms Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the BEST batch of my own EVER. We went through the ups and downs and always on the lookout for each other. The outings, birthday celebrations, neoprints and such. Those were the days. It's been a long long while I haven't keep in touch with them except Shar. I can't believe how fast we've grown and them already being undergraduates. Hopefully we can see all of us again during the Christmas period like we used to! I love you girls and I wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S9RQ0uDpTiI/AAAAAAAAAj4/jqEV_lgdLKY/s1600/Sister+Guides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464081114553994786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S9RQ0uDpTiI/AAAAAAAAAj4/jqEV_lgdLKY/s400/Sister+Guides.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Since I'm not working (except tutoring then schooling later) &lt;s&gt;this&lt;/s&gt; next Monday, I'm going back to Zhonghua. :D Haven't stepped into the school for a year and a half. It doesn't matter if none of the teachers remembers me. I &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; need to relive the moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-829314839805757561?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/829314839805757561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=829314839805757561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/829314839805757561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/829314839805757561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/looking-at-old-photos-and-thinking-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S9RQ0uDpTiI/AAAAAAAAAj4/jqEV_lgdLKY/s72-c/Sister+Guides.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-3359003547786006170</id><published>2010-04-25T21:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:10:24.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My next entry is going to be effin' long. Like 1000-word essay. (Hint: Zhonghua Secondary School) Now I'm working on my next paragraph. I'm trying to recall everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to watch any of these movies in theatres: Clash Of The Titans, Date Night, Kick-Ass, Youth In Revolt, Shutter Island. This coming week Iron Man 2. Facepalms. Tight tight schedule. Time management skills in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S9RJLv9Wu8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/LzLO7ObCeaM/s1600/shv-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S9RMmK9Lg-I/AAAAAAAAAjw/McDOscCWO4c/s1600/Survivor-Heroes-vs_-Villains.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464076466566956002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S9RMmK9Lg-I/AAAAAAAAAjw/McDOscCWO4c/s400/Survivor-Heroes-vs_-Villains.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My current obsession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-3359003547786006170?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3359003547786006170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=3359003547786006170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3359003547786006170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3359003547786006170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-next-entry-is-going-to-be-effin-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S9RMmK9Lg-I/AAAAAAAAAjw/McDOscCWO4c/s72-c/Survivor-Heroes-vs_-Villains.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2657650547793261372</id><published>2010-04-23T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:17:39.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been blogging the tumblr way. Posting pictures followed by caption. So it's not fair. Blogs should be written in lengthy posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm doing fine. On the outside la haha. Everything seems to be overwhelming. School just started three days ago. And like I've always known, it is very exhausting. Last week, I had a hard time with two of my students. They came to school crying and wailing for almost two hours. I was puzzled how they can behave in such a way when they used to be happy, smiley kids. The first kid fell sick for nearly a week so when she stepped into the classroom, she wanted to go home and see her mother badly. The second kid refused to come to school just because I scolded him. And the mother seemed to be quite unhappy with me. Ahhhh pampered boy. I had a good laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah just to add on, my kids are wayyyyyyyyy smart. At the age of four/five, their knowledge and usage of vocabulary are remarkable. Also the way they phrase their sentences is undeniably jaw-dropping. Some examples based on my observation today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikaail: Maybe your helicopter is broken because the &lt;strong&gt;propeller&lt;/strong&gt; is not strong enough Clarence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikaail: I feel so strange today. Like a &lt;strong&gt;frustration&lt;/strong&gt;, but I don't really know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul: Look teacher Huda, I'm &lt;strong&gt;conducting an experiment&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: Yes I know! It's called &lt;strong&gt;webbed feet&lt;/strong&gt;. Ducks have &lt;strong&gt;webbed feet to help them paddle in the water&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: When there's a fire in the building, people should &lt;strong&gt;evacuate immediately&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horace: You didn't say thank you to teacher Huda. Where is your&lt;strong&gt; manners and respect&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. Can't remember the rest. I should've noted down almost everything they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week started off good, no tantrums from the children except some whinings. But then school is thrice a week. I have to knock off from work at 5pm on the dot and reach school by 6pm. The one-hour journey is a total rush. Thank god my colleague is also my classmate so we can look out for each other. Assignments are piling up since day one and I haven't even touched any of those. (And parents-teacher meeting/conference is just around the corner yet I'm not prepared. PANIC.) Most of my classmates are around my sisters-in-law's age and some I regard them as my mother. It's kind of awkward to start off a conversation with them but just as I thought, pre-school teachers are fun-loving people. Too approachable. I feel like I don't have enough of sleep. Like duh, I reach home at midnight. I hate the dreadful feeling, waking up the next morning and face the kids, again. I've to keep reminding myself to endure this process for another two years, then my life will be awesome, surrounded with children, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: School from 9 am till noon then gonna rush to cousin's engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really so happy for you Kak Atik. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2657650547793261372?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2657650547793261372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2657650547793261372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2657650547793261372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2657650547793261372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-blogging-tumblr-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-7898297071831821632</id><published>2010-04-18T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:42:55.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjRMb2xaQndmM3hHMVowSlhzZVNqWEEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-7898297071831821632?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7898297071831821632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=7898297071831821632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7898297071831821632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7898297071831821632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-9054509002556609511</id><published>2010-04-11T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:44:51.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S8FNF7h9meI/AAAAAAAAAjg/9Q7vYBAi8eU/s1600/kevin4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458728987624577506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S8FNF7h9meI/AAAAAAAAAjg/9Q7vYBAi8eU/s400/kevin4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Three things to &lt;s&gt;do&lt;/s&gt; watch this week:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Date Night (Steve Carell with Tina Fey!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Kick-Ass&lt;br /&gt;season 2 of That '70s Show&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-9054509002556609511?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9054509002556609511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=9054509002556609511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/9054509002556609511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/9054509002556609511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S8FNF7h9meI/AAAAAAAAAjg/9Q7vYBAi8eU/s72-c/kevin4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4924930745901502352</id><published>2010-04-04T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:56:08.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S7hwFbTbwXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/QSkcRYV11CU/s1600/tumblr_l02ndqBIxY1qazfy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456234187090280818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S7hwFbTbwXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/QSkcRYV11CU/s400/tumblr_l02ndqBIxY1qazfy6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Magnifique.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4924930745901502352?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4924930745901502352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4924930745901502352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4924930745901502352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4924930745901502352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/magnifique.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S7hwFbTbwXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/QSkcRYV11CU/s72-c/tumblr_l02ndqBIxY1qazfy6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-9193481042628308750</id><published>2010-03-30T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:52:01.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something gleeful about Singapore. More &lt;a href="http://www.transitioning.org/2009/12/28/gleeful-about-singapore-today-28-dec/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S7HZc6uxylI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Z_PRIqItGN0/s1600/suesylvester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454379714547403346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S7HZc6uxylI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Z_PRIqItGN0/s400/suesylvester.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"You know, caning has fallen out of fashion in the United States. But ask anyone who’s safely walked the immaculate sidewalks of Singapore after winning an international cheerleading competition, and they’ll tell you one thing: caning works. And I think it’s about time we did a little more of it right here. And to all those naysayers out there who say, “That’s illegal. You can’t strike children on their bare buttocks with razor sharp bamboo sticks!”, I say, “Yes We Cane.” And that’s how Sue “C”s it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sue Sylvester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate to love this woman. After I watched the episode 'Wheels', she tore me up inside. Oh yes, caning does work (although I'm still having the emotional and psychological trauma from it). That's why I become a good kid. And I have to thank my parents for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I may be posting a lot of stuff about Glee. Because it's the awesome(st) television show ever.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not. Nothing beats That '70s Show and Kenan and Kel though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-9193481042628308750?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9193481042628308750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=9193481042628308750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/9193481042628308750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/9193481042628308750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-gleeful-about-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S7HZc6uxylI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Z_PRIqItGN0/s72-c/suesylvester.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2799969886178639428</id><published>2010-03-28T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:16:07.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z209/cherrbam/graphics/graphics-photographyquotes/photographyquotes116.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2799969886178639428?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2799969886178639428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2799969886178639428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2799969886178639428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2799969886178639428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4031580864814559953</id><published>2010-03-26T21:29:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:04:10.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z209/cherrbam/graphics/graphics-photography/photography209.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:script;font-size:50;"&gt;What we spent, we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we gave, we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we kept, we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4031580864814559953?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4031580864814559953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4031580864814559953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4031580864814559953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4031580864814559953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-we-spent-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-7101718767084167472</id><published>2010-03-19T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:37:54.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S6MbPIkFEzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/23l0X5hsQ9g/s1600-h/glee-on-tyra-banks-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450229920859231026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S6MbPIkFEzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/23l0X5hsQ9g/s400/glee-on-tyra-banks-show.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My current obsession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-7101718767084167472?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7101718767084167472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=7101718767084167472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7101718767084167472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7101718767084167472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-current-obsession.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S6MbPIkFEzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/23l0X5hsQ9g/s72-c/glee-on-tyra-banks-show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-7511212150086514324</id><published>2010-03-18T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:45:25.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S6IqoFfQasI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9ISvDbMpLgQ/s1600-h/gaspard5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449965367228132034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S6IqoFfQasI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9ISvDbMpLgQ/s400/gaspard5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S6IrBtT0_NI/AAAAAAAAAi4/4mO1-dplAVY/s1600-h/84414791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449965807414344914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S6IrBtT0_NI/AAAAAAAAAi4/4mO1-dplAVY/s400/84414791.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The name's Gaspard Ulliel. He's french. (You might know him from Hannibal Rising.) Mom is a stylist, dad's a fashion designer. And the outcome = Effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est parfaitement chaude. Magnifique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-7511212150086514324?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7511212150086514324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=7511212150086514324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7511212150086514324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7511212150086514324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/names-gaspard-ulliel.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S6IqoFfQasI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9ISvDbMpLgQ/s72-c/gaspard5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2031455428863362408</id><published>2010-03-13T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:38:40.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z209/cherrbam/graphics/graphics-photographyquotes/photographyquotes032.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hatred and racism will still exist until everyone stops being ignorant and opens up their eyes wide. This world needs a hug for humanity's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2031455428863362408?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2031455428863362408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2031455428863362408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2031455428863362408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2031455428863362408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/hatred-and-racism-will-still-exist.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-8518629756570151249</id><published>2010-03-11T06:00:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:13:13.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*SPOILER ALERT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S5jWM-Q8ndI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Y73Hur9VK6o/s1600-h/the_hurt_locker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447339267665468882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S5jWM-Q8ndI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Y73Hur9VK6o/s400/the_hurt_locker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across this poster before (somewhere in late January I think). But never hear about it. Perhaps this film did poorly at the box office because it had next to no publicity. This heart-thumping movie started off strong and painfully amusing. Portraying what the young US American soldiers do on a daily basis, and how the Iraqi people have been responding for the past donkey years, it's a major sore. The environment in Iraq, as we know it, is excruciating and full of madness (filmed in Jordan, which is safe, but right next door to Iraq). Many lives have been lost (and still counting). Specifically the children and the US soldiers who have family back at home. We live like there's no tomorrow. For them, they're likely to drop dead in an instant, not being able to see tomorrow. I like their attempt in dealing with the emotional stress which the soldiers encounter. It forced me to grab onto my seat, afraid for what is likely to happen to the characters. I barely recognised Ralph Fiennes as he had a short period of screen time. (Evangeline Lily was in it too.) I heart the scene where James is in a supermarket with his wife and son. He's asked to get a breakfast cereal. Finding the cereal aisle, he stares silently at the vast choices of the cereal boxes. It was an ironic, poignant moment, making me ponder: How does one return to his ordinary life after a year of insanity in Iraq?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was a little disappointing though. The movie has won so many awards surprisingly. Oscar-worthy? Well, not so for me. There are numerous movies out there that could have easily beaten this. I'll give an 8 out of 10. Not that bad, really. One of the most realistic (and deathlike) movies I've ever seen. (Saving Private Ryan is still the best war movie to date.) Thanks for making this movie Kathryn. You rock. You win. And for a 58-year-old, you're definitely hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War is an effin' nightmare. The troops did not choose to fight this war. They suffer from the psychiatric burden and physical ailments of a terrible predicament that Bush has placed them in. Thank Almighty God I live nowhere near in countries at war. Hats off to the troops who have to deal with that. America needs to send them back home urgently please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of my kid. He's flying off to Dubai later. UGH. I reminded him many times to stay close to his mommy and daddy and he gave me that yeah-I-know-no worries attitude. Have a safe trip and have fun kiddo. Sadly, tomorrow will be the last day for my another-kid who'll be transferring to another school. She's friendly and a very polite kid. We're so gonna miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S5pTjhcxDVI/AAAAAAAAAio/U_Vs46Jnfcs/s1600-h/K1+P2+Putri+(12.09.05).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447758568997588306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S5pTjhcxDVI/AAAAAAAAAio/U_Vs46Jnfcs/s200/K1+P2+Putri+(12.09.05).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going on a date with my mom this Saturday. :D First, we're heading to Changi Village. (Changi Nasi Lemak for breakfast!) Then enjoy the breeze while kite-flying (pray it won't rain). After that, we're gonna watch My Name Is Khan! Second time bringing my mom to the movies. Hahs. (She hates going to the movies.) After the movie, maybe we'll do something spontaneous. Oh yeah, mommy-daughter girl time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-8518629756570151249?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8518629756570151249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=8518629756570151249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8518629756570151249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8518629756570151249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/spoiler-alert-i-came-across-this-poster.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S5jWM-Q8ndI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Y73Hur9VK6o/s72-c/the_hurt_locker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-9133525455515301956</id><published>2010-03-07T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:10:35.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photography Graphics, Photography Graphics for Myspace" src="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s273/dressupmyspace/pinkforsure/graphics/photography/303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-9133525455515301956?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9133525455515301956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=9133525455515301956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/9133525455515301956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/9133525455515301956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/photography-graphics-photography.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-3459361729749978393</id><published>2010-03-05T20:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:07:32.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S5j3ttp3bDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VP9UgUiiqZM/s1600-h/werockseriously.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447376114025983026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S5j3ttp3bDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VP9UgUiiqZM/s400/werockseriously.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=157837&amp;amp;id=541295339"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=157837&amp;amp;id=541295339&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kite-flying is my newfound hobby. I adore the simplicity, having a peaceful connection with the sky. Just breath-taking. Thank you girlfriends for the fantastic picnic plus kite-flying. It's so much better picnicking on a big green field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S5D8Jz3fEWI/AAAAAAAAAiI/tJ_dEBmSVJI/s1600-h/Kite_by_AbdulmajeedP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445129194962882914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S5D8Jz3fEWI/AAAAAAAAAiI/tJ_dEBmSVJI/s400/Kite_by_AbdulmajeedP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://abdulmajeedp.deviantart.com/art/Kite-114392990"&gt;http://abdulmajeedp.deviantart.com/art/Kite-114392990&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-3459361729749978393?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3459361729749978393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=3459361729749978393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3459361729749978393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3459361729749978393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-added-kite-flying-as-my-new-hobby.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S5j3ttp3bDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VP9UgUiiqZM/s72-c/werockseriously.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-6255078042795157695</id><published>2010-03-01T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:38:53.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S4usyGrTBTI/AAAAAAAAAiA/WjB6RS0XYTc/s1600-h/chris+brown%27s+new+glasses+dope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443634551393027378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S4usyGrTBTI/AAAAAAAAAiA/WjB6RS0XYTc/s400/chris+brown%27s+new+glasses+dope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna get those glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my kid's a big fan of Lady Gaga and Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sang 'You Are Not Alone', which he claimed his all-time favourite song by Michael Jackson. And he knows the lyrics/tune perfectly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was storytelling to the class about a book on this child's mother's birthday. The story went like this: the child was confused about getting the kind of present for her mom's birthday. So she asked the familiar people she meet along the street, and those different kinds of people gave her the different kinds of suggestions. Then I paused at the part where the neighbour suggested a box of chocolates to the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: (to the class) Does your mom love chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;Mikaail: No. My mom doesn't like chocolates. She likes uhmm....panties....&lt;br /&gt;Clarence: And bra?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And so, the rest of the class burst out laughing. Unknowingly, seconds later, I heard many yeses which they agree to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*facepalms*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-6255078042795157695?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6255078042795157695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=6255078042795157695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/6255078042795157695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/6255078042795157695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanna-get-those-glasses.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S4usyGrTBTI/AAAAAAAAAiA/WjB6RS0XYTc/s72-c/chris+brown%27s+new+glasses+dope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-5233743821481728512</id><published>2010-02-26T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:47:14.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S4fCRImoCBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Buk_mUI5pF8/s1600-h/cobrastarship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442532274323589138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S4fCRImoCBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Buk_mUI5pF8/s400/cobrastarship.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S4fCQnyNauI/AAAAAAAAAhw/oXD4Dge97Hs/s1600-h/CS03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442532265513806562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S4fCQnyNauI/AAAAAAAAAhw/oXD4Dge97Hs/s400/CS03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My current obsession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-5233743821481728512?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5233743821481728512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=5233743821481728512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5233743821481728512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5233743821481728512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-current-obsession.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S4fCRImoCBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Buk_mUI5pF8/s72-c/cobrastarship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-5962233747758614604</id><published>2010-02-25T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:08:56.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's disheartening to see no presence of Alicia Keys, John Legend, Whitney Houston, Jay-Z and Stevie Wonder in the making of We Are The World 25 For Haiti video. And what in the world were they thinking?! The rappers effin' ruined the song. Computerized voices are so unoriginal. Jay-Z should be the only ideal rapper to rap the song for the people in Haiti's sake. My least favourite singers are definitely Miley Cyrus, Lil' Wayne and Nick Jonas. Hats off to Jennifer Hudson, Josh Groban, Celine Dion, Adam Levine and Michael Jackson, in our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-5962233747758614604?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5962233747758614604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=5962233747758614604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5962233747758614604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5962233747758614604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-disheartening-to-see-no-presence-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2372564024323144210</id><published>2010-02-24T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:39:36.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S4UdJs0OfHI/AAAAAAAAAho/pycwaWp6f8Y/s1600-h/6-11_my-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441787777233353842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S4UdJs0OfHI/AAAAAAAAAho/pycwaWp6f8Y/s400/6-11_my-girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past&lt;br /&gt;I'd whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, I wish you were here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2372564024323144210?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2372564024323144210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2372564024323144210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-7233061061583233997</id><published>2010-02-21T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:56:43.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHZcOo5ovoQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&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/yHZcOo5ovoQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-7233061061583233997?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7233061061583233997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=7233061061583233997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7233061061583233997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7233061061583233997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-3053700185159066421</id><published>2010-02-16T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:30:24.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bisikku pada bulan&lt;br /&gt;Kembalikan temanku&lt;br /&gt;Kekasihku, syurgaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa dia&lt;br /&gt;Malam menemaniku&lt;br /&gt;Sepi memelukku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan jangan biar siang&lt;br /&gt;Biar alam ini kelam&lt;br /&gt;Biar ia sepi&lt;br /&gt;Sepertiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Sepi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best Malaysian film in the decade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-3053700185159066421?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3053700185159066421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=3053700185159066421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3053700185159066421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3053700185159066421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/bisikku-pada-bulan-kembalikan-temanku.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-3503878610812482214</id><published>2010-02-16T15:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:00:30.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just after the day of our cousin's engagement, we had a funtastic time at some funfair. (I haven't been to funfair for like twelve long years.) We still weren't tired. Then we headed to East Coast Park. More photos uploaded on Facebook's photo album &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=197538&amp;amp;id=730648293"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S3pPu5Z5oKI/AAAAAAAAAhA/TP1E99yvp6c/s1600-h/IMG_0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438747167105327266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S3pPu5Z5oKI/AAAAAAAAAhA/TP1E99yvp6c/s400/IMG_0570.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S3pPvXjqZQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/z3r3Ds97aP8/s1600-h/IMG_0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438747175199335682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S3pPvXjqZQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/z3r3Ds97aP8/s400/IMG_0573.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S3pPv0PAg0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5zK6XQ7DZdY/s1600-h/IMG_0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438747182897333058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S3pPv0PAg0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5zK6XQ7DZdY/s400/IMG_0625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S3pPwb1DdGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/YL01NBrAMzQ/s1600-h/IMG_0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438747193525892194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S3pPwb1DdGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/YL01NBrAMzQ/s400/IMG_0630.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S3pPw88C8yI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pym6OFoIOAo/s1600-h/IMG_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438747202413589282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S3pPw88C8yI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pym6OFoIOAo/s400/IMG_0638.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/21650121-3503878610812482214?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3503878610812482214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=3503878610812482214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3503878610812482214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3503878610812482214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-after-day-of-our-cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S3pPu5Z5oKI/AAAAAAAAAhA/TP1E99yvp6c/s72-c/IMG_0570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4757743189317295745</id><published>2010-02-12T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:17:51.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:script;font-size:250%;"&gt;I am curious about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4757743189317295745?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4757743189317295745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4757743189317295745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4757743189317295745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4757743189317295745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-curious-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-8408747434990515336</id><published>2010-02-10T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:47:31.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in front leading the kids to the playground for their outdoor play. Then I overheard this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher teeth got diamond-diamond. Look evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*facepalms*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-8408747434990515336?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8408747434990515336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=8408747434990515336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8408747434990515336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8408747434990515336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-in-front-leading-kids-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4531132930163970069</id><published>2010-02-09T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:13:43.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait for this weekend, and next week. HOLIDAYS ARE HEAVENLY GOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4531132930163970069?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4531132930163970069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4531132930163970069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4531132930163970069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4531132930163970069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-wait-for-this-weekend-and-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-5439829587099605107</id><published>2010-02-01T21:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:23:07.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels like today is the beginning of 2010. (Most probably because i'm $600 richer. Bulls-t.) Basically because my first month of 2010 didn't start off good. It was all shaky. Customer service issues and stuff from my previous workplace. But it was a good experience; I'll call it a lesson learned. I'm one month late to welcome the new year. But it's okay, ushering the Chinese New Year as well. I know I've been saying this over and over again. But as of today, right now, i'm living my dream. Not as huge as a movie star or pop singer per se. I'm just grateful to God that what I intend to do in life, is definitely this moment right now. No regrets. I can't wait to see my kids tomorrow! And the next day. And the next following day. And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as we know it, we are never contented. Since today is the beginning of 2010, my number one resolution for this year is to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOP PROCRASTINATING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very bold (although clichéd) statement. And I can elaborate to you how this one very bold statement leads to another bold statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I stop procrastinating, I will become less lazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I stop procrastinating, I'm able to focus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I stop procrastinating, I'm problem-free.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I stop procrastinating, there's no whining.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I stop procrastinating, I can save heck-a-lot of time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I stop procrastinating, I have more free time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I stop procrastinating, I can already lose 5 pounds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I stop procrastinating, I can start doing the next task.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I stop procrastinating, three tasks have been completed by now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I stop procrastinating, mom will love me more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bottomline is, SENSE OF URGENCY=ZERO PROCRASTINATION=THE BEST DAMN FEELING EVER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S2bg7f4gEgI/AAAAAAAAAgc/bxgz7-B7UC0/s1600-h/taylor-swift-fearless-wins-album-of-the-year-grammy-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433277313244467714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S2bg7f4gEgI/AAAAAAAAAgc/bxgz7-B7UC0/s400/taylor-swift-fearless-wins-album-of-the-year-grammy-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Man. Prince Jackson delievered a deeply riveting speech to the audience last night at the Grammy Awards. Lo' and behold, Paris is gorgeously stunning with the glasses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S2biBg-3oGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/YN_1q0qlHrQ/s1600-h/prince-paris-jackson-2010-grammy-awards-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433278516130455650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S2biBg-3oGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/YN_1q0qlHrQ/s400/prince-paris-jackson-2010-grammy-awards-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Michael Jackson is the king. Long live the king. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-5439829587099605107?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5439829587099605107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=5439829587099605107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5439829587099605107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5439829587099605107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-feels-like-today-is-beginning-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S2bg7f4gEgI/AAAAAAAAAgc/bxgz7-B7UC0/s72-c/taylor-swift-fearless-wins-album-of-the-year-grammy-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-7053130543541652488</id><published>2010-01-26T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:44:25.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Him: So Huda. What makes you feel discontented about your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhmmm........ (thinks really hard)&lt;br /&gt;Me: There's a gap between my upper teeth and lower teeth? &lt;/blockquote&gt;He hurriedly came over to inspect my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two teeth have just been extracted. And I didn't know blood tasted &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;good. Bloody good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-7053130543541652488?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7053130543541652488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=7053130543541652488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7053130543541652488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7053130543541652488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/him-so-huda.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4074691373055173745</id><published>2010-01-24T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T10:31:47.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most heartbreaking thing occurred to me yesterday. I witnessed the children weep over the loss of their father. It was all too soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4074691373055173745?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4074691373055173745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4074691373055173745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4074691373055173745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4074691373055173745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-heartbreaking-thing-occurred-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-1748527275982542419</id><published>2010-01-22T20:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:18:40.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the very first time, today, I took over the kindergarten one (Pearl) classes. Mind you. I had two classes. One in the morning shift, the other in the afternoon. Handling a class of 21 kids can be tough. But somehow, I find it manageable. I love children and they're the reason I wake up every morning, looking very forward to school/work. Maybe that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior, Mdm Woo, of nine years experience (she still young la) has guided me and I learned a lot from her. I appreciate for her sharing of experience and patience. I thank her for trusting me to manage her classes. From teaching to discipline and the MOST challenging part (for me) is the communication between parents and teacher. Oh God. I did talk to a parent over the phone with regards to her daughter's performance in class. I swear I could hear my heart beat fast as I was trying my best to be tactful with my words. So far it went well. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really grateful I had the chance to observe Mdm Woo's class during my first four days of work. If I was unlucky, surely I was dumped into a class, not knowing what to do, then everything went haywire. The best thing ever about teaching the K1 kids, is that they LISTEN to you. Honestly, I feel very very appreciated. They're eager to learn new things. I'm quite surprised they love to do work, although I find it a heavy load for them. Of course there're also the naughty/misbehaving ones, but I've successfully discipline them by being firm. Unlike the K1s, the K2s are the tough bunch of cookies (which the other teachers shared). They like to talk back; they think they're always right. Haiz. The nursey kids - you scold them for the umpteenth time, they still won't bother. And they cry a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an art and craft activity with the kids that involve painting. UGHHHHHH. I HATE PAINTING. I'll get so paranoid if the paint-coated paint brushes landed on their uniforms or their friends'. Even the walls. I'll be dead having a hard time with their parents. And today, unlucky enough, my kid, Syahmi passed motion four times. And I'm referring to the big business. But I was cool. My first time, I was all ewwww and yuckkk to my nephew. Then mom scolded me. That's what I'm going to expect when I work with or having kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Syahmi: (looking worried, holding on tightly to my shirt) Teacher, I very scared to go toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's wrong? You know how to pass urine right?&lt;br /&gt;(Syahmi shooked his head many many times)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. Syahmi you having stomachache is it?&lt;br /&gt;(Syahmi nodded his head once)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't worry. Then why must you cry? Teacher is not scolding you. I'll bring you to the toilet.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Four steps later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: Take off your shorts and underwear.&lt;br /&gt;(He held onto my hand, crying)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (sounded serious) Stop crying Syahmi I am not angry at you. When you're done, shout for me okay. I have to also look after the rest outside.&lt;br /&gt;Syahmi: Ok.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Five minutes or so later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Syahmi: TEEAAAAACCCCHHHHHHEEEEERRRR. &lt;em&gt;DAH&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay I'm coming. Is your stomach feeling better already?&lt;br /&gt;(He nodded)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hahaha. Soon after, he needed the toilet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: What did you eat yesterday Syahmi?&lt;br /&gt;Syahmi: I ate rice.&lt;br /&gt;(I burst out loud; I also don't know for what)&lt;br /&gt;Syahmi: *giggles*&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: This time got anything come out?&lt;br /&gt;Syahmi: Ermmmm. Nope.&lt;/blockquote&gt;And finally. It was almost time to go home. I was busily explaining to the kids about their homework when suddenly one of them informed me she heard Syahmi shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: Oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;Syahmi: TEEACCHHHHEEEERRRRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: So sorry Syahmi I almost forgot about you!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Poor Syahmi. Poor me. I stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today, I mistakenly gave out one of the twins' workbooks. The books belong to their names however I pasted their colour tapes wrongly. Supposedly I just need to switch the tapes to the colour they belong in their group. I will also take a look at their name tags first before calling for them. Really confusing. Then there's this really one funny guy who will speak Malay ALL the time. I know he understands English. Somehow he just prefers talking in Malay (I reply him in English though). Surprisingly today, his groupmates told me he speak in English. Like them, I was also astonished. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S1muYivvi4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/4PQAx20NVtU/s1600-h/igrj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429562562438990722" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S1muYivvi4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/4PQAx20NVtU/s400/igrj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was all so kan cheong, alone in the classroom with the awesome kids but at the end of the day, it's pretty amazing I'm capable of doing my work smoothly. With great thanks to the rest of the teachers too. I love my smartass kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hello weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-1748527275982542419?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1748527275982542419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=1748527275982542419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1748527275982542419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1748527275982542419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-very-first-time-today-i-took-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S1muYivvi4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/4PQAx20NVtU/s72-c/igrj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4232810509518695362</id><published>2010-01-20T21:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:28:01.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To my colleagues back at 33 Jalan Afifi #06-01, miss you guys man. I'd been bullied by all you people. Instead of crying or feeling mad, I laughed out loud, causing customers to yell at me when I was on the phone with them. I hope all of you guys are doing fine. To future-to-be-Doctor Cang Ning, all the best for your A level results. To Ziyang, congratulations again for passing your theory test in driving and study hard to earn your degree. Yaso my coolest colleague, please don't spend too much on shopping. Save up for your degree. Jen my jie jie, don't forget to invite me on your wedding day. You're going to be one hot housewife. Nat, you reminded me of Taylor Swift la. Look-alike. I barely know you but you're like my sunshine. Bella, thanks for inviting me to your happyful engagement day. Please be more patient and gentle and return my Jenga soon. Many many success to all of you and have a beautiful life ahead! &lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S1cU3iV2NTI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-w1JS8guXzg/s1600-h/IMG_0428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428830820162221362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S1cU3iV2NTI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-w1JS8guXzg/s400/IMG_0428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love my new job. Just so you know, I'm an early childhood educator. In layman's term, kindergarten teacher la. I look very forward waking up early in the morning, go to school and looking at how eager they are to learn. (Although I tend to become restless entertaining and reprimanding them.) I'm going to take over the teacher's class tomorrow so hopefully all is well. Damn these kids are too cute to be angry or scolded at. The noisiness, morning tantrums, quarrels and cry-babies - I'm still working on that. Each time I reprimand them, I have the tiny tendency to burst into laughter. So I try to control it. Getting better already. Oh yeah and the coolest thing ever, I have three pairs of twins in my class. How complicated but cool can that be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S1cU216bobI/AAAAAAAAAgE/I34n3nsP3lA/s1600-h/wfjn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428830808236073394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S1cU216bobI/AAAAAAAAAgE/I34n3nsP3lA/s400/wfjn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephews. They just happen to resemble some of the kids in class. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm impressed with kids these days. Effingly smart. Take a look at their faces and you can judge they'll have the brightest future. They're our future artist, doctor, magazine editor, newscaster, athlete, counselor, chef, member of parliament and/or millionaire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, I love my life right now. I'm living my dream, my moment. I would love to do this for the rest of my life. I thank you Allah. One more goal for me to achieve: a Diploma AND Degree in Early Childhood Education. Gonna work hard for these. Oh yes I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omfg. Backstreet Boys. Paramore. In. Singapore. PPLLEASEEEEEEEEEEE don't make me go alone. So don't show me the meaning of being lonely. If not then I'll be in a misery business. But If I have to then no choice la. Lol. Here we go again. Like I have the time and money for these performances. We shall see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Backstreet Boys the greatest. Love the old school pop. The very first song I listened to was 'Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely'. My cousin had his discman on. (I was nine.) We were in a van. He saw me feeling bored so he passed me his earphone and I plugged in. At that instant, I felt like the song was the effing best sad song in the whole wide world. Oftenly I came across the music videos for 'Everybody (Backstreet's Back)' and 'Larger Than Life' on MTV until the lyrics stuck into my head. WICKED AWESOME! Then back in primary school, most of my classmates preferred Westlife. BOOOOOOO. Backstreet Boys dabest la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discovered Paramore after I joined MySpace, the very old, first, already-deleted account. I was just browsing through the list of new indie rock bands. I don't know why, but the name Paramore sounded very cool. I love cool things. So I clicked onto their profile page and whoah. The lead singer is a female, and she has an effing powerful vocal. They didn't have much friends or comments on their profile at that point of time. Their music video on Misery Business and even the song, is just so cool. I'm not a hardcore fan but I'm in love with their music.&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/21650121-4232810509518695362?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4232810509518695362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4232810509518695362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4232810509518695362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4232810509518695362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-my-colleagues-back-at-33-jalan-afifi.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S1cU3iV2NTI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-w1JS8guXzg/s72-c/IMG_0428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2613342334913062615</id><published>2010-01-15T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:13:30.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I smsed Melissa. Today I chatted online with Sharifah. I better include this keep-in-touch-with-an-old-friend activity on my everyday to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked about the days with Sharifah when she would bring a home-made snack, specially prepared by her mother to school. It was so kind of her to share her food with me during recess. Thanks again Shar. Haha. I effing love it when we had the free time after school to chill out, watching movies as well. Just like normal teenagers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S1CP8wSRT9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/hYkHovrSM9k/s1600-h/Movie-goers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426995824897904594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S1CP8wSRT9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/hYkHovrSM9k/s400/Movie-goers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S1CP9R4CAtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gqnNE1Zvb84/s1600-h/Movie-goers+IV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426995833914655442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S1CP9R4CAtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gqnNE1Zvb84/s400/Movie-goers+IV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;I'm assigned to be a(n amateur) photographer for my cousin's big day - his engagement. (Congrats bro!) Surprising indeed. My aunt picked me. I'm great (yes indeed) at using compact digital cameras, but not for DSLR cameras. Haven't tried using them but I'm going to rent one and do some major practicing. I promise I'll do an excellent job auntie! &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/21650121-2613342334913062615?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2613342334913062615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2613342334913062615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2613342334913062615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2613342334913062615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-i-smsed-melissa.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S1CP8wSRT9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/hYkHovrSM9k/s72-c/Movie-goers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2465530525412046997</id><published>2010-01-11T20:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:11:18.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was (barely) halfway through watching The Pianist. Then I couldn't help it but to stop watching. I was stunned, for a moment my whole body was trembling, stared at nothing, then cried. That scene...........it hit me so hard. It hurts me most when they shot the innocent Jews with no rhyme or reason, as if they've just opened up bottles of champagne and spray-champagne with victory. I don't even have a better vulgar to curse the nazis. Two words for sure - heartless bastards. I hate you hitler. You're a sore loser. The first alphabet of your name shouldn't even be capitalised. Ban that. And your followers are damn effing sore losers. Put yourselves into the lives of these people that you spit on, punch, behead, shoot and kill. Saying all these is so darn easy. How can I imagine myself living in the ghetto, surrounded with tall fences made of bricks? Walking down the narrow alley, helplessly looking at the children starve, women mourn and the old men lay in open graves. They suffered so much. Like them, I can't do almost about anything too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S0s-oIx0uSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_jdoeBBgZZc/s1600-h/pianist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425499035370043682" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S0s-oIx0uSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_jdoeBBgZZc/s400/pianist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jews in the 30s were impressively successful. Living in a beautiful home with an awesome career and growing up from a humble family that everybody dreamt of. The next minute your house just got bombed, you search for your wife and kids; but you're too late. You lose everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best movie in the decade for sure. I remembered going for a class excursion in secondary two to the Kranji war memorial. And I still have this quote pictured in my head:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S0s80x_zgVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Rv-r3EN3YAg/s1600-h/389879754_84b2c379fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425497053569712466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S0s80x_zgVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Rv-r3EN3YAg/s400/389879754_84b2c379fc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/randomjerry/389879754/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/randomjerry/389879754/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Back to where we are now, can everybody in this world put a stop to the racism/religion dispute shit? As told by my history teacher, don't let history repeat itself again blah blah blah blah. What the hell is going on with Malaysia then? Attacking places of worship? Learn to respect each other la please. I'm proud to say that I am a Muslim and Allah is the almighty God. Regardless of religion or race, we, as humans, should resolve conflicts in a humane, ethical and sane manner. And what is wrong with the prime minister of Malaysia? Posting a series of comments about this serious issue over Twitter is considered unprofessional and a laugh-over-matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I don’t understand. Why the violence? Why the hostility? Are we so damned hot-headed, so intolerant, that we cannot resolve what started as a non-issue without burning something down? This act is not only burning a church. It is also burning that already fragile, invisible bridge between the people of Malaysia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://malaysianpolitics.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://malaysianpolitics.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spread the peace, love and respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2465530525412046997?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2465530525412046997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2465530525412046997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2465530525412046997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2465530525412046997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-barely-halfway-through-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S0s-oIx0uSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_jdoeBBgZZc/s72-c/pianist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2276105378278246056</id><published>2010-01-09T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:33:56.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey you. Yes. You, my friend. Please ask me out. I need a break. No matter how far the location is, how expensive the food or bus/train fare is, how many people that are joining, just take me out. Of course once in a while la. You must also remember to spend some quality time at home with your family, your pet, your favourite tv show or your boyfriend/girlfriend. Haven't been meeting you people for months. I need to do some recreational activities man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S0itbtr5AAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/A13zeAbmzlg/s1600-h/emma-watson-burberry-spring-summer-2010-campaign-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424776442799521794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S0itbtr5AAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/A13zeAbmzlg/s400/emma-watson-burberry-spring-summer-2010-campaign-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Golly gosh. Gorgeous siblings. Britains make great models. Something unique about their faces. Damn. Emma is effing rich and brilliant. She's the luckiest girl ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2276105378278246056?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2276105378278246056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2276105378278246056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2276105378278246056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2276105378278246056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/S0itbtr5AAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/A13zeAbmzlg/s72-c/emma-watson-burberry-spring-summer-2010-campaign-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-5477553954321621608</id><published>2010-01-02T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:00:55.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Wcg4AVU-Ok&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x4e9e00" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-E-A-U-tiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My instinct tells me that 2010 is going to be an awesome  year ahead. As told by Jennifer Stone, 2010 is the year of no fear. I will wipe off all the negative thoughts, be blessed for who I am and what I have today, be (more) kind to nature and cherish every moment I have with family and friends. Usually at this time I would be nervous plus eager for next day's first day of school, packing my bag, stationeries and stuff. Haha. Those days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-5477553954321621608?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5477553954321621608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=5477553954321621608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5477553954321621608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5477553954321621608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/b-e-u-tiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2676168497151167194</id><published>2009-12-27T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:59:34.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The worst fear about being alive is knowing that you have to face death. And all that is left of you is nothing but memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid. Everyday all we ever wanted is to seek happiness. But suddenly, you see everybody shedding tears, mourning for a loved one who has gone. Yes it's always a struggle to move on. But be blessed for family members and friends who are there for us. To all my loved ones on the other side, you're missed and my prayers are with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2676168497151167194?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2676168497151167194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2676168497151167194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2676168497151167194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2676168497151167194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/worst-fear-about-being-alive-is-knowing.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-8550436455612899773</id><published>2009-12-25T09:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T10:13:15.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Fridays. Not only because today is Christmas, and then next Friday is New Year's Day. In fact I love Fridays. Good Fridays. Merry Christmas everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm religiously watching two episodes of That '70s Show every day. If I have the time, I can finish all seasons within a week. IT RULESSSSSSSSSZZZZZZZ. Oh my god. Topher Grace was such a cutie! I effing love the characters. Always laughing my arse off at Fez and Kelso. Living in the 70s was so much cooler man. The music, clothes, shoes, cars, people......just why in the world am I born in the 90s?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SzQccSxHTSI/AAAAAAAAAfU/hq0s7DUZZUI/s1600-h/that70sshowlovessss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418987524033301794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SzQccSxHTSI/AAAAAAAAAfU/hq0s7DUZZUI/s400/that70sshowlovessss.bmp" border="0" /&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/21650121-8550436455612899773?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8550436455612899773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=8550436455612899773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8550436455612899773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8550436455612899773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-fridays.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SzQccSxHTSI/AAAAAAAAAfU/hq0s7DUZZUI/s72-c/that70sshowlovessss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-1952795573185517418</id><published>2009-12-17T21:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:50:49.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2009 is soon coming to an end. Like I've mentioned, probably the worst year - work, school, work, home, the loss of Michael Jackson, Rihanna got punched, Taylor Swift's interrupted moment, Letterman's and Wood's whore-fying affair - it's a mad world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet 2010 is going to be a great and a brighter year ahead for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's on my top 10 2010 checklist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Braces. Because people look good with straight teeth. I swear it's effing uncomfortable having a huge gap between your upper and lower teeth = esteem issue. $2000 more to go effing shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lose truckloads of weight. Because people look good when they're slim and fit. I swear it's effing uncomfortable when your own mother compliments other good-looking daughters = another esteem issue. I know it's like the hundredth time I've been telling myself to lose weight but this time, it's for real. I'm sick and tired of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SypE1gGhpPI/AAAAAAAAAfM/uFpg4vR9cOw/s1600-h/Downerkid.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416217187807503602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SypE1gGhpPI/AAAAAAAAAfM/uFpg4vR9cOw/s400/Downerkid.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Make it top 2 for now. It's time for a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-1952795573185517418?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1952795573185517418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=1952795573185517418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1952795573185517418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1952795573185517418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-is-soon-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SypE1gGhpPI/AAAAAAAAAfM/uFpg4vR9cOw/s72-c/Downerkid.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-1144740233717393718</id><published>2009-12-16T20:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:46:50.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I feel awesome again. I thank almighty God for this opportunity of a lifetime. And I thank my friend for all this. Thank you so much Hawa. There's always a purpose if you befriend a stranger. I'm grateful that this decision I chose will definitely be beneficial to my long-term career goals. The kind of people and environment I love most, this is &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; one. Who wouldn't want to get paid for their studies and at the same time there's money to be earned? I can't wait to step into the classroom, looking at the most brightest faces. And from time to time, establishing greater bond and understanding between us. Patience, patience and lots of patience to start off my first week. But it's going to be fine - my instinct says so. My greatest appreciation to my dear friends for their encouragement, advice and support when I was going through this difficult phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SyjkL_87O-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/BIQabMidHe0/s1600-h/smileeeee2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415829446709689314" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SyjkL_87O-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/BIQabMidHe0/s400/smileeeee2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I watched New Moon again but this time round, with the right companions. But still, it felt awful. The movie is real crap and full of shit with the exception of Jacob Black, Carlisle Cullen, the wolves and volturi. The rest is a major disaster. Like, duh. That's what you expect when making movies out of books. By far the best, breath-taking ones would be The Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion The Witch And The Wardrobe and Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban. The bottomline is, New Moon movie sucks. Major-spoiler-arsehorle-ruined-my-favourite-book-poor-Stephenie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love &lt;a href="http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Sartorialist&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/12119JX9177Web.jpg"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-1144740233717393718?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1144740233717393718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=1144740233717393718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1144740233717393718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1144740233717393718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-i-feel-awesome-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SyjkL_87O-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/BIQabMidHe0/s72-c/smileeeee2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-3189493942730569523</id><published>2009-12-14T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:40:38.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other day, I took the longest minute gazing at the sky. I wish I could do it for one hour more. The connection between nature and me = the best feeling ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-3189493942730569523?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3189493942730569523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=3189493942730569523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3189493942730569523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3189493942730569523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/other-day-i-took-longest-minute-gazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-765911013133564359</id><published>2009-12-06T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:33:03.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately people around me are getting weak. And I'm worried sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at where we are now. I can't believe we're in the beginning of the last month of 2009. Worst year for me but it's a lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/Sxux-cAZm-I/AAAAAAAAAes/SGmUZdsl_hg/s1600-h/InspirationalQuotes4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412115063443659746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/Sxux-cAZm-I/AAAAAAAAAes/SGmUZdsl_hg/s400/InspirationalQuotes4.jpg" border="0" /&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/21650121-765911013133564359?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/765911013133564359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=765911013133564359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/765911013133564359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/765911013133564359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/lately-people-around-me-are-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/Sxux-cAZm-I/AAAAAAAAAes/SGmUZdsl_hg/s72-c/InspirationalQuotes4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2159381198232280587</id><published>2009-12-05T23:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:02:32.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Moon is my ultimate most favourite read. I swear to God I cried many many times. Even had loss of appetite. Somehow Bella's pain and struggle affected me whole-heartedly. And the last time I read it was ten months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my so-called long lost lost buddy in the train while I was on my way to the movie. Coincidentally we were going to the same direction. All thanks to my instinct. It insisted me to alight at another place to take the train instead. I stood outside at this one particular entrance when the train arrived. Then my instinct hinted me to board at the next side of the entrance. As I sat down, I observed the person closely with the corners of my eyes. It took some time to figure out if the person really was Melvin. Three minutes later, he looked into my direction and gave a surprised look. Melvin, still feeling surprised, approached and sat next to me. It was a blessing to have a conversation with him like we used to. I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SxqOfw-LmyI/AAAAAAAAAec/wKXCENPC8bE/s1600-h/New-Moon-Poster-Volturi-Coven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411794578611870498" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SxqOfw-LmyI/AAAAAAAAAec/wKXCENPC8bE/s320/New-Moon-Poster-Volturi-Coven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Oh how gracious, devilish Dakota Fanning can be. Each time she was screened, a small part of my mind went elsewhere, recalling her little self in I Am Sam.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Twilight the movie kicks ass. New Moon the movie? Well, not so. But New Moon the book totally kicks ass. The bottomline is - watching New Moon wasn't that exciting as compared to Twilight. It's a loss for Catherine Hardwicke to break up herself from directing. I believe her point of view and direction would be hella ton times better than Chris Weitz's. She made Twilight looked like an indie film wheareas Chris's was slow-paced, not much action and too many pauses (strange comparison haha). But the Volturi looked cool, and so were the wolf pack. Love love love the painting and the underwater scenes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Major hotties alert. My heart was squealing like mad when I saw Carlisle. He looked way perfect than Edward I believe. Then along came the wolf pack. I squealed even more. Gosh this is so embarassing. I'm not the only one I believe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm deeply disappointed that my one and only Twilight companion didn't get to watch with me. =( It would be so much cooler watching with her. Another promise broke. I'm still feeling guilty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2159381198232280587?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2159381198232280587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2159381198232280587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2159381198232280587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2159381198232280587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon-is-my-ultimate-most-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SxqOfw-LmyI/AAAAAAAAAec/wKXCENPC8bE/s72-c/New-Moon-Poster-Volturi-Coven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4727390940584169918</id><published>2009-12-02T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:16:13.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjps-_hfvBs&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x4e9e00" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4727390940584169918?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4727390940584169918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4727390940584169918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4727390940584169918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4727390940584169918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-3339828301448249210</id><published>2009-11-22T00:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:16:28.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My (belated) 18th birthday was so surreal. It was supposed to be a mini family occasion but never do I expect to see my close friends come down and celebrate with us. I broke down and cried when I took a slow second glance at them - my used-to-be classmates. I think I overreacted. But it was very, very heartwarming to meet them. It's been months we haven't seen each other. I mean it's a heavenly surprise to see Leroy, Brian, Kelvert, Sharifah, Dzafirah, Xueqi, Lishyuan and Peishan, as if they poofed out of nowhere. And I was more enlightened with Melissa's presence. Lol I mentioned all their names but sincerely, I thank each and every one of you. You guys made my 18th birthday an amazingly memorable one. Not to forget my sis-in-law who is really clever to connect with them - through Facebook - and plan behind my back. I thought I was being punked, blindfolded along the way to the barbeque pit guided by sis-in-law. But as it turned out, I was emotionally surprised. My all thanks to the creator of Facebook for this occasion to be planned surprisingly possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqKZi-SttI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Usb71QWej3U/s1600/juhnewfc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407286474101143250" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqKZi-SttI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Usb71QWej3U/s320/juhnewfc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwggYlNxSlI/AAAAAAAAAcU/r092pLO67D4/s1600/IMG_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406606959337097810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwggYlNxSlI/AAAAAAAAAcU/r092pLO67D4/s320/IMG_0327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwggZDhckgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zLJdWjd6Z1c/s1600/IMG_0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406606967472689666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwggZDhckgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zLJdWjd6Z1c/s320/IMG_0328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the accomplices. Hahah. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqKZa3PELI/AAAAAAAAAdE/saVx1OiR924/s1600/w.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407286471924060338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqKZa3PELI/AAAAAAAAAdE/saVx1OiR924/s320/w.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqKaMmEyCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/otGkRxKjj3E/s1600/kjenfd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407286485273856034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqKaMmEyCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/otGkRxKjj3E/s320/kjenfd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqXsudZ7LI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7rL_yqJOKUk/s1600/lnjk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407301097253104818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqXsudZ7LI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7rL_yqJOKUk/s320/lnjk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqKaOo-xJI/AAAAAAAAAdk/53YjOIU3R6I/s1600/lfgne.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407286485822915730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqKaOo-xJI/AAAAAAAAAdk/53YjOIU3R6I/s320/lfgne.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqM8heSCLI/AAAAAAAAAd0/mbqWSj32RRk/s1600/rdg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407289274017122482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqM8heSCLI/AAAAAAAAAd0/mbqWSj32RRk/s320/rdg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would've guessed that mom was one of the accomplices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqVX4V0c5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/lgj_yLPUu4I/s1600/kjuhnb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407298540105134994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqVX4V0c5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/lgj_yLPUu4I/s320/kjuhnb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqOp2R_h1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/TXkf3vvXOdo/s1600/happynessss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407291152208463698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqOp2R_h1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/TXkf3vvXOdo/s320/happynessss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their wedding anniversary as well. (I sponsored the Famous Amos cookie cake. Muy bién!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwgjVRgymhI/AAAAAAAAAc8/v5WrXXeYDZA/s1600/IMG_0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406610201043442194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwgjVRgymhI/AAAAAAAAAc8/v5WrXXeYDZA/s320/IMG_0324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqKZxrtw5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/kb0wUgrowT8/s1600/erlgknw32.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407286478049756050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqKZxrtw5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/kb0wUgrowT8/s320/erlgknw32.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwggabNqilI/AAAAAAAAAc0/PkN5fItrg1U/s1600/IMG_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406606991012039250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwggabNqilI/AAAAAAAAAc0/PkN5fItrg1U/s320/IMG_0329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Why must all the good things in life end so bloody fast? Sighs. Once again, I thank you all. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-3339828301448249210?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3339828301448249210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=3339828301448249210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3339828301448249210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3339828301448249210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-belated-18th-birthday-was-so-surreal.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SwqKZi-SttI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Usb71QWej3U/s72-c/juhnewfc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-3176708983611350025</id><published>2009-11-17T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:14:12.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand. I'm facing my worst fear. Yet again. But what else can I do? As I weep in silence, I guess it's the kind of life that God puts me through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-3176708983611350025?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3176708983611350025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=3176708983611350025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3176708983611350025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3176708983611350025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-5910481506039739598</id><published>2009-11-16T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:03:51.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"She smiled at me. I wondered if she knew somehow that I was a soul in need."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- A Good And Happy Child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Justin Evans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-5910481506039739598?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5910481506039739598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=5910481506039739598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5910481506039739598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5910481506039739598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-smiled-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2608529691231654816</id><published>2009-11-16T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:03:34.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in love with &lt;a href="http://luxwaslast.livejournal.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Perfectly-taken pictures - the sharpness, colour, contrast, lighting and most importantly proportion. She's incredible. She travels a lot and snaps a lot. The kind of freedom (and hopefully career) I've always dreamt of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2608529691231654816?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2608529691231654816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2608529691231654816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2608529691231654816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2608529691231654816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-in-love-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-18602083402374767</id><published>2009-11-11T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:26:50.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not going to Maksim's concert. Daaaaannnng. I chose the iPod touch over the ticket. But I'm very relieved, for at least I can watch his performance repeatedly in my iPod - the best damn innovative man-made thing ever. I'm sad I can't go to his concert though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Taylor Swift at her finest, funniest performance. Best SNL moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-18602083402374767?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/18602083402374767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=18602083402374767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/18602083402374767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/18602083402374767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-going-to-maksims-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-7401298944136133304</id><published>2009-11-06T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:28:48.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SvQ7VIxtlrI/AAAAAAAAAb8/klzIrkwLN5s/s1600-h/mA+5th+b"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401007087443351218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SvQ7VIxtlrI/AAAAAAAAAb8/klzIrkwLN5s/s320/mA+5th+b%27daY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And that was 13 years ago. The old them, the old us. We'd been on our seperate ways for too long. People change, I still miss them terribly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thank you my dear sisters-in-law, brothers and the cheeky little angels for celebrating with me. Friends and colleagues, I love you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SvQ_W3fmibI/AAAAAAAAAcM/fh2wp4c37wA/s1600-h/IMG_0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401011515210238386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SvQ_W3fmibI/AAAAAAAAAcM/fh2wp4c37wA/s320/IMG_0296.jpg" border="0" /&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/21650121-7401298944136133304?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7401298944136133304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=7401298944136133304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7401298944136133304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7401298944136133304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-one-knew-their-names-no-one-cared.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SvQ7VIxtlrI/AAAAAAAAAb8/klzIrkwLN5s/s72-c/mA+5th+b%27daY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-7412884545948998257</id><published>2009-11-05T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:36:54.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel appreciated enough. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-7412884545948998257?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7412884545948998257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=7412884545948998257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7412884545948998257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7412884545948998257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-feel-appreciated-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4641307396221940252</id><published>2009-10-27T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:18:17.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SucBYdP5OnI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5HG1IqIVoiU/s1600-h/1248857751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397284198106610290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SucBYdP5OnI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5HG1IqIVoiU/s320/1248857751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who would've known. The director from The Notebook directed My Sister's Keeper. Why is he making movies out books? Lack of inspiration I think. It wasn't that bad though. I'm suprised to see Cameron Diaz's character as the mother-figure for this movie. A whole new different side of her. Abigail Breslin. How could we forget her in Little Miss Sunshine? That sweet little child and now, all grown-up. Like Dakota Fanning now and then. A huge transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I Am Sam, this movie hits me hard till I bawled my eyes out. I'm loving the book so very much. Jodi Picoult is such a gifted writer. I'm thankful that she's able to emphasise on how important and valuable a family is, no matter the struggle or imperfection. Well that applies for all of us too. We are just ordinary people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite scene (and to the point when I cried to the max) was when Kate, gorgeously all dressed up - with her mom and sister busily snapping photos of her - approached Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I pretty dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4641307396221940252?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4641307396221940252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4641307396221940252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4641307396221940252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4641307396221940252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-i-am-sam-this-movie-hits-me-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SucBYdP5OnI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5HG1IqIVoiU/s72-c/1248857751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2922815474724067655</id><published>2009-10-26T19:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:21:38.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VrBZ0rGWXUk&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" color1="0x234900&amp;amp;color2=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes. Maksim Mrvica, the legendary prince of piano. Damn. Gorgeous eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396916824233046290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SuWzQe69cRI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-CtJeGz0DcE/s320/h8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm not familiar with the piano or any other musical instruments, neither I am musically-inclined (duh). But Maksim's performance gave me the shiver and sparks, watching him for the very first time on MTV when I was eleven. Each time he positions his magical fingers on the keyboard, the sound created is beyond surreal. His music leads you to another world. Maybe not for you but to me it does. He's undeniably the ultimate greatest, most genuine musician of all time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I checked out his fan-made website and saw this in the guestbook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;quotebox&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tue Oct 13 2009&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Maksim. My family is so exhilarated that you are&lt;br /&gt;coming to Singapore. The moment I play your songs, my 2 young boys get&lt;br /&gt;very excited. I am sure our family is going to enjoy ourselves at&lt;br /&gt;your concert. All the best!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine lim&lt;/quotebox&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just so you know, I'm going to his concert. *squeals* Be jealous. Be very jealous. So perhaps I'll bumped into Ms Elaine Lim with her two kids. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2922815474724067655?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2922815474724067655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2922815474724067655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2922815474724067655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2922815474724067655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SuWzQe69cRI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-CtJeGz0DcE/s72-c/h8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2363962417908084458</id><published>2009-10-25T21:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:01:05.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I was up to this time round - photo-taking around Botanic Gardens and VivoCity. Picked the best ones for you to see, like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396543700213631682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SuRf5zobCsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ZPD__ZS58PQ/s320/stoppp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396543712101910834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SuRf6f6zyTI/AAAAAAAAAbc/22dk8XM_tf0/s320/lov3333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396539117344220466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SuRbvDHNZTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4FsuKiTRnvA/s320/waterfall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396539123134653122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SuRbvYrwYsI/AAAAAAAAAbM/B-12XB3jfMc/s320/bythebay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like em'? If you do I appreciate. The secret? 60% proportion, 40% inspiration. B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I suck, just because I don't use a DSLR camera. But straight up - my compact camera kicks ass! The photos turned out to be as close as DSLR quality (with a little help of a photo editing software). HOOHAA! I know this sounds cliché, but really, it's not the camera, but the photographer. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayyyumm. Back to Monday. Mundane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2363962417908084458?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2363962417908084458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2363962417908084458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2363962417908084458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2363962417908084458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-was-up-to-this-time-round-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SuRf5zobCsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ZPD__ZS58PQ/s72-c/stoppp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-6939617726009862032</id><published>2009-10-24T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:40:35.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't help it but I like to be alone most of the time. (Or is it because I don't have friends to go out with me? Nah. They're busy at school so I'm not gonna irritate them.) All this while I've been shopping and chill out with no one. Feels awkward but gratifying, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396158708356768322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SuMBwVM8YkI/AAAAAAAAAas/34NnhaDXpw4/s320/Today___by_Buschibxo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-6939617726009862032?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6939617726009862032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=6939617726009862032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/6939617726009862032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/6939617726009862032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-help-it-but-i-like-to-be-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SuMBwVM8YkI/AAAAAAAAAas/34NnhaDXpw4/s72-c/Today___by_Buschibxo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4734983830918094641</id><published>2009-10-16T23:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:04:22.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I'm still holding on to my library books that are 3 months overdue. Hah. I was only a quarter away to complete but I kind of want to keep it- 'The Pull Of The Ocean' by Jean-Claude Mourlevat. Simply the greatest. Haven't been reading or going to the movies for ages. Thank Almighty God for the weekend is here. I need to spend time alone; escape in a book or a movie. And window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya no more liao. It was the shortest period for me ever. I could only get to visit houses (and eating dishes which "occur" once every year) for 3 days. My mom's birthday was on Hari Raya so for the first-two days, I stayed at home serving the guests. Not shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SticZdPtcMI/AAAAAAAAAac/-HiyBEMF8vc/s1600-h/IMG_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393232514937352386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SticZdPtcMI/AAAAAAAAAac/-HiyBEMF8vc/s320/IMG_0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favourite: the grandchildren with their grandmom. By right she has countless more grandchildren than that small lot since the rest came at different time slots. My house so small la that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Funny stuff from Jimmy Fallon. He's a comic genius. I'm laughing my abs off watching his Billy Cyrus rap skit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4734983830918094641?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4734983830918094641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4734983830918094641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4734983830918094641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4734983830918094641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SticZdPtcMI/AAAAAAAAAac/-HiyBEMF8vc/s72-c/IMG_0055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4201552799294814257</id><published>2009-10-11T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:12:24.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly speaking, I don't understand how to sell items on Ebay. I just closed my account 10 minutes after signing up. Instead, I advertised on selling my newly-bought The Sims 3 on Facebook. Weirdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4201552799294814257?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4201552799294814257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4201552799294814257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4201552799294814257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4201552799294814257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/honestly-speaking-i-dont-understand-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-298938579535926131</id><published>2009-10-07T22:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:32:13.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent almost my one month's earning buying unnecessary stuff. But as told by my colleague, once in a blue moon; won't hurt. Hah. When you shop with lots of cash in your pocket, confirm you're head over heels. The first item I bought was a digital camera- Canon Digital IXUS 95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389871698244165378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SsyrwLbGXwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/nM2moREG-Ac/s200/350__1_Canon-IXUS-95_g.png" border="0" /&gt;I don't think i'm capable to own a DSLR camera for now so a compact one will do. Best price - 319 bucks which includes an 8 GB memory card. Sleek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A set of skincare products from Kiehl's up to 170 bucks. Imagine a 30 ml tube which costs $50. I was so unsure at first if they could produce great results for my skin. Little did I know, my skin is kept matte for long hours and the pores are minimised big time. And the best damn thing about Kiehl's is that the products contain the most of natural ingredients, contributing a great, healthy skin. Even celebrities like Rachel Weisz, Julia Roberts, Katie Holmes and John Mayer are loving Kiehl's. I can see why they have gorgeous, flawless skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself stupidly dumb to buy clothes from Marks &amp;amp; Spencer. My hands itched while my mind persuaded me to get them off the rack. Damn. I didn't follow my heart. Initially, I was so overjoyed but after that, checking my bank account and looking at the stuff I bought, I find it pointless - except for Kiehl's and a blazer from Dorothy Perkins. It was just a temporary bliss. I should be more wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I bought Sims 3. In the end I couldn't play the game because I need to upgrade my video card. Ugh. I should've double check my computer's compatibility with the game. I'm taking into consideration whether to sell it - one time installation made - or keep it until next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-298938579535926131?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/298938579535926131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=298938579535926131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/298938579535926131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/298938579535926131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-spent-almost-my-one-months-earning.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SsyrwLbGXwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/nM2moREG-Ac/s72-c/350__1_Canon-IXUS-95_g.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2608118296009427677</id><published>2009-10-07T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:27:02.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Spf9CivVlPE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Spf9CivVlPE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2608118296009427677?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2608118296009427677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2608118296009427677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2608118296009427677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2608118296009427677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-305300620517030455</id><published>2009-10-05T23:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:15:04.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE KIEHL'S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SsoaFiMh3HI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/J63CoogyCf0/s1600-h/bcebeb42e4508ed0f087f04ff11c484f_pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389148586483244146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SsoaFiMh3HI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/J63CoogyCf0/s200/bcebeb42e4508ed0f087f04ff11c484f_pop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far the ultimate best skincare product ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-305300620517030455?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/305300620517030455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=305300620517030455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/305300620517030455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/305300620517030455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-kiehls.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SsoaFiMh3HI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/J63CoogyCf0/s72-c/bcebeb42e4508ed0f087f04ff11c484f_pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-7233908673360418307</id><published>2009-05-05T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:45:55.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Norhuda, this is your horoscope for Tuesday, May 5th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stars suggest a new look for you today, especially if you're looking for a new relationship. By remaining consistent and determined on the work front, success will be yours. &lt;strong&gt;Most importantly, you must be the first to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; in what you're doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-7233908673360418307?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7233908673360418307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=7233908673360418307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7233908673360418307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7233908673360418307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-norhuda-this-is-your-horoscope-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-8380470012408205568</id><published>2009-05-05T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:26:32.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need rain. I'm trapped. God Almighty, please show me your guidance. I'm weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-8380470012408205568?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8380470012408205568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=8380470012408205568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8380470012408205568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8380470012408205568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-8509222012466422282</id><published>2009-03-30T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:49:41.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is so dead. A big hello to my friends who came across this page. I miss you people. So you must be wondering what I'm up to.  Just to let you know, I quitted my job at the end of January. Not because I'm choosy, I just don't like the environment and the people. Since then, I've been taking care of my grandmother. I love the job. Heart-to-heart conversations with her, her past in those kampong days and how she raised her eight children. Other than that I have to be on the lookout whenever she steps into the bathroom or in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is day one of school's orientation. For those who might not know, I'm posted to Nanyang Polytechnic (MG&amp;amp;BD). I did average for O's. Boo. But I'm fortunate enough to be this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so relieved yet miserable after reading Breaking Dawn. Surprisingly I could finished all four books in a year, within two months. Come on Stephenie, we need your continuation. The Volturi won't just walk away. Okay, I don't intend to write a book review here. I've been reading more books than ever. But I prefer realistic stories. Stories about ordinary people, their way of life. Like us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-8509222012466422282?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8509222012466422282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=8509222012466422282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8509222012466422282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8509222012466422282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-blog-is-so-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-8315865067642821919</id><published>2008-12-03T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:09:24.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. To everyone. Oh gosh. Finally get connected to the internet after getting the laptop repaired. So if you're asking me how I'm doing, I'm fine, thank you. There's nothing much to do at home other than watching tv, reading, eating, sleeping &amp;amp; talking to my parents. What I'm trying to say is that I'm jobless (but good thing I'm not homeless). I've tried so hard finding jobs &amp;amp; applied islandwide &amp;amp; now I feel so useless because they don't want to accept me :( I can't relieve myself to go proper shopping like a rich woman already. Only going to cheap stores, but that's okay. I'm learning how to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope everyone else is fine too. I swear I'm still haunted by the O levels after so many days when the exams ended. I had nightmares, seriously. One time I missed the F&amp;amp;N exam, then the other was when I couldn't even do a single question for math (how stupid). They were really very scary. I miss school. Mr Lim &amp;amp; his inspirational stories, doing chemistry practicals, listening to mrs Ang repeating the same topic/lines over &amp;amp; over again like: "This increases the probability of an effective collision. Thus the rate of reaction increases.", math topics which I think algebra was the easiest, typing non-stop late at night for F&amp;amp;N coursework, going for recess &amp;amp; wished that the day would end earlier, the tiring CIPs yet beneficial to your afterlife, good friends that would even accompany you to the toilet &amp;amp; the list goes on &amp;amp; on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all my Muslim friends a happy Hari Raya Haji. Okay, time for me to go shopping- Christmas sales!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-8315865067642821919?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8315865067642821919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=8315865067642821919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8315865067642821919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8315865067642821919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4907979895274651808</id><published>2008-09-17T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:24:47.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. It has been months I haven't update. Something is very very very wrong with my computer but I'm going to get it fixed in a few weeks' time or after O's. So far, I've been doing terribly for prelims. I don't even know if I can make it for O's. Demoralised. I've disappointed my family. Put the blame on me for not being hardworking. Wait, I actually can make it if only I put in tons of effort. Oh no, why the O's during Hari Raya. But it's okay. Only for this year &amp;amp; then Christmas! Then farewell 2008 &amp;amp; hello to O level results. Time flies very very quickly. Anyway, give your best shot for the exams dear friends. Wish you good health &amp;amp; memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4907979895274651808?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4907979895274651808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4907979895274651808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4907979895274651808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4907979895274651808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-7132129762487746587</id><published>2008-07-10T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:50:19.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SHX9NGhnb4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/AF8yylX27z4/s1600-h/Flowers3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221357744537694082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SHX9NGhnb4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/AF8yylX27z4/s320/Flowers3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8th July 2008 was the day that Prati &amp;amp; me had the WORST bloody piehole scolding from Mdm. Liang, in Zhonghua history. Can you imagine how it is like being &lt;strong&gt;YELL&lt;/strong&gt;ed at in front of the bloody WHOLE 4E/N &amp;amp; 5N students plus some other teachers? Yes, I'm stunned she could yelled at us. Graduating classes were watching. I was wondering, where must I hide my face???!! I know we weren't supposed to be playing but in the end, who won? That's not the point actually. We KNOW there was an exam but after 4 periods of F&amp;amp;N was freeeeeeeee time. PE, recess then 2 periods of MT. See how much time we can cook. No, I don't blame on you Prati. It was a risk but smart decision made by you. LOL. Anyway, I can tell that Mdm. Liang is still angry at me after many &lt;u&gt;sincere&lt;/u&gt; apologies but hopefully, she forgets about the incident because life has to move on &amp;amp; we are growing old day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, i'm redoing again because i'm not satisfied about the product. To be honest, the cakes I baked were bloody delicious but after taking photographs, I realised I place the name tags to the wrong positions. I'm getting bored baking cakes &amp;amp; eating them SO, I'll be giving out cakes to people, well, most probably the classmates in Art &amp;amp; D&amp;amp;T rooms. Yeah, they deserve the cakes after much hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The DPA application seems to be overwhelming. I sort of want to apply but it would be better if I brush up in my studies rather than looking forward about getting the course I want to pursue. New courses pop up &amp;amp; some are too chim to understand. Like, Gerontological Management Studies offered by Temasek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next week is O level MT LC. So, happy listening &amp;amp; shading your answers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FYI, I'm broke. $_$&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-7132129762487746587?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7132129762487746587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=7132129762487746587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7132129762487746587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7132129762487746587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2008/07/8th-july-2008-was-day-that-prati-me-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SHX9NGhnb4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/AF8yylX27z4/s72-c/Flowers3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-5048929226837635869</id><published>2008-06-20T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:00:53.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mind just went blank. Who would have known that life is really short. To Mr Kelvin Tan, I may not know you but I'm sorry for not paying my fullest attention when you were making announcements. You can make a good athlete too. The last time I saw you was at the study corner discussing some stuff with Mr Hazry. I read a blog from last year's 5N student &amp;amp; it hurts to know about his condition. She also mentioned about how very different he was as he rested in the coffin. Everything is going to be different when school reopens soon. It'll be a gloomy day. No more of his name mentioned in my POA, History &amp;amp; Social Studies test papers as vetter. Finally, thank you so much for your passion in teaching in Zhonghua. Rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-5048929226837635869?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5048929226837635869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=5048929226837635869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5048929226837635869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5048929226837635869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-mind-just-went-blank.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4922227503729683931</id><published>2008-06-08T14:22:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:01:42.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;First &amp;amp; foremost, I feel so happy. Wow, 2 weeks of extra but fruitful lessons have ended really fast &amp;amp; in another 2 weeks' time, we're going back to school &amp;amp; kick butt! I mean, chiong with our studies. I thought the last day of school was going to be horrible. You see, the time table stated F&amp;amp;N/Art/D&amp;amp;T period from 8 am to 5.30 pm! I didn't feel like coming to school but since it was on food experiment, I came. It ended around 2pm, fortunately. It was Prati's birthday too! (&amp;amp; my 2nd brother's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQ8kNgE7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/JgRr13A2OGo/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209768607891854258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQ8kNgE7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/JgRr13A2OGo/s320/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she took too long in the toilet that the candles became so short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209768617812017682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQ9JKpwhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/r2o42Mvj5vI/s320/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQ9O_9h9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/kJLO7VcspTU/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209768619377788882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQ9O_9h9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/kJLO7VcspTU/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQ9tYWpbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vzyhkBbRqB8/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209768627533161906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQ9tYWpbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vzyhkBbRqB8/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's getting older :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQ9w15m_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/8-JeGTkFxUQ/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209768628462394354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQ9w15m_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/8-JeGTkFxUQ/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was RYAN's (my nephew from eldest brother) birthday! I feel like a kid again :) The party was held in Khatib Central McDonald's with many happy happy happy faces of his family &amp;amp; friends :D All thanks to Kak Farah who sponsored &amp;amp; took out cash for the joyful event. It's so wonderful to see the family members after like donkey months since the last Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269918306030082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SE6Y4rCI0gI/AAAAAAAAAQg/nDEG_KECWyg/s320/1d.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;presenting the birthday boy who's really really shy at first. nervous i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210268445962473810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SE6Xi-IFEVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/DnkvsYMakwg/s320/1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then there were Musical Chairs, Mini Treasure Hunt etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzLzZEuxCI/AAAAAAAAALo/wEc-HqlJqNY/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209762952725316642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzLzZEuxCI/AAAAAAAAALo/wEc-HqlJqNY/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;singing the birthday song~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzL0ZugEtI/AAAAAAAAALw/OXlXNiApCQ0/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209762970080383698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzL0ZugEtI/AAAAAAAAALw/OXlXNiApCQ0/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210267169567774802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SE6WYrL3mFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/I65sjeZCwm0/s320/1q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzL1BJ7NDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MRdseAHZ47Q/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209762980664390706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzL1BJ7NDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MRdseAHZ47Q/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzL2Hti2EI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tTtJnqGT-oA/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209762999604271170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzL2Hti2EI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tTtJnqGT-oA/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210265386216929890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SE6Uw3r5OmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/olt93HSHzEU/s320/1n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210267173556983666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SE6WY6C-F3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/BYLmAKCCM7Y/s320/1m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzMgY2sqOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wFIYcM3DrFA/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209763725760571618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzMgY2sqOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wFIYcM3DrFA/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzMmbOJC0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/v_whaNIeLVo/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209763829474986818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzMmbOJC0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/v_whaNIeLVo/s320/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg. you're 5 years old darling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzMh50uy3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BwlbJfWzeXA/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209763751790562162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzMh50uy3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BwlbJfWzeXA/s320/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss from the Granny, my mean mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SE6XYtVSwiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sps30uc3X-U/s1600-h/1p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210268269655802402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SE6XYtVSwiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sps30uc3X-U/s320/1p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzMjVzZk2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/e6rUxStHKso/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209763776481039202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzMjVzZk2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/e6rUxStHKso/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brought to you by Swensen's + Disney's Cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's sssoooooo delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzMk83UexI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LzqjmMy8nAw/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209763804146334482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzMk83UexI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LzqjmMy8nAw/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the uncle, who's birthday 1 day before his (:&lt;br /&gt;happy belated birthday brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210265374383277538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SE6UwLmiBeI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1GV9rnhRktg/s320/1e.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;hey handsome, I appreciate the joy, goofy promises &amp;amp; laughters we shared ♥ &lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzPHY7xd8I/AAAAAAAAANg/WkK0F_oZPX8/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209766594820011970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzPHY7xd8I/AAAAAAAAANg/WkK0F_oZPX8/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prizes + goodie bags :D ahhhhh feels like a kidddddd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzPGzHOuZI/AAAAAAAAANY/-1I2OUhAufE/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209766584667519378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzPGzHOuZI/AAAAAAAAANY/-1I2OUhAufE/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzNBUMt2tI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hD0WVh0hDP4/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209764291446430418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzNBUMt2tI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hD0WVh0hDP4/s320/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my beloved cousins; thanks for our past sleepovers &amp;amp; secrets ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209766601893786018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzPHzSSsaI/AAAAAAAAANo/GYfUW7P-YJk/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FREE FOOD! thanks to Ryan's dad :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzNDnVm6xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/VSzhl6biLwY/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209764330943736594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzNDnVm6xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/VSzhl6biLwY/s320/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzPI8jjIoI/AAAAAAAAANw/f5jfPzwieag/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209766621561954946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzPI8jjIoI/AAAAAAAAANw/f5jfPzwieag/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzNCFcmlpI/AAAAAAAAANA/Z0YWC1svde0/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209764304666400402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzNCFcmlpI/AAAAAAAAANA/Z0YWC1svde0/s320/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adrian your birthday is coming! Danish is growing, I miss his younger days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzPJoo-FbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LgG2Sw5_fvs/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209766633395852722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzPJoo-FbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LgG2Sw5_fvs/s320/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQQ1PRaHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/efZ0jvThWrw/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209767856548440178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQQ1PRaHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/efZ0jvThWrw/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQRSfDlYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SiEBQJTUevk/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209767864399271298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQRSfDlYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SiEBQJTUevk/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so he promise not to leave me &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209764316814453138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzNCys7KZI/AAAAAAAAANI/Q4nxsQgaZXI/s320/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209764279802159506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzNAo0gYZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/LXQLgn9JVkU/s320/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQSMTH-xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vGSkoqmGY9I/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209767879918484242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQSMTH-xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vGSkoqmGY9I/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY! lotsssaaa presentsssss (thankfully at my home)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQRktijSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/K72-v0gmBhA/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209767869291859234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQRktijSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/K72-v0gmBhA/s320/DSC00126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the anticipation to unwrap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQSfu8nfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UXM_1rOdoHQ/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209767885135453682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQSfu8nfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UXM_1rOdoHQ/s320/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Md. Ryan Syahiran with all my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4922227503729683931?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4922227503729683931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4922227503729683931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4922227503729683931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4922227503729683931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-foremost-i-feel-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEzQ8kNgE7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/JgRr13A2OGo/s72-c/DSC00082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-3995187283467429599</id><published>2008-05-28T18:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:09:20.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A day before Lishyuan's birthday was O level MT written papers, AND Stephanie's birthday (you're terribly missed!). Well, I find the questions manageable, all thanks to Ms Maslinda for her useful teaching method :) Oral &amp;amp; listening comprehension coming soon &amp;amp; all the best to you guys for the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost felt hopeless because of a thing. Bookmark. I know, what's the big deal right? NO. It's the most valuable thing in my life after which the bookmarks were given out by Ms Janice Tan during F&amp;amp;N lesson ;) Actually I didn't bother much &amp;amp; was just looking at a cute picture in it. The next day, before the lesson started, I took a peep at the bookmark when I realised how inspiring, meaningful, motivating &amp;amp; powerful it is to me. During break, I found out that it was missing. I went for a search but no avail. Whining about the lost item to Lishyuan, I nearly felt like crying &amp;amp; giving up. We didn't have much time left due to English oral prelim. I was SO worried that the cleaners would throw it away or any students dumped it into the bin. I wasn't even focused during the English oral prelim. I did horribly; I was tongue-tied during the conversation part. After the oral ended, I dashed downstairs to classroom to search everywhere but don't have then go canteen saw Dzafirah eating then when she finished she so kind help me find then TA-DA! We searched high &amp;amp; low for it. There it was, lying flat onto the ground. What a big relief! Thank you Dzaf. Now, I'm holding IT in my hands. Just to share with you what it reads;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Learning isn't easy...&lt;br /&gt;frustration tends to set in quickly.&lt;br /&gt;You hurt.&lt;br /&gt;You feel defeated.&lt;br /&gt;You want to give up - to quit.&lt;br /&gt;You want to walk away&lt;br /&gt;and pretend it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you won't,&lt;br /&gt;Because you're not a loser -&lt;br /&gt;you're a fighter...&lt;br /&gt;We all have to lose sometimes&lt;br /&gt;before we can win,&lt;br /&gt;we have to cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;before we can smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to hurt&lt;br /&gt;Before we can be strong.&lt;br /&gt;But if you keep on walking&lt;br /&gt;And believing,&lt;br /&gt;you'll have victory&lt;br /&gt;in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ann Davies&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ms Tan, your kindness &amp;amp; motivation are greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lishyuan's birthday celebration was held after school, even she had already blow the candle during break time for the first cake. She got &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; birthday cakes on her birthday lor. What a great planning by Prati, Wenlei or whosoever ALSO with the support of Ms Tan (ah! she's so lovely.) to allow us giving an unexpected, full of surprise celebration for her. She's really lucky. Anyway after reading much &amp;amp; finding this post mundane;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPcZUfuh8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ybaqumbo9oE/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207247921727047618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPcZUfuh8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ybaqumbo9oE/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPccFcCZWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Twhf9yXGV4g/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207247969224648034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPccFcCZWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Twhf9yXGV4g/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shhhh. so what's your wish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPccXzJfnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QjSX84orP2I/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207247974153420402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPccXzJfnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QjSX84orP2I/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before the lights were switched on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPccrEXhBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rv8x6TMaBAE/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207247979325916178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPccrEXhBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rv8x6TMaBAE/s320/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;better with lights on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPcc1P6roI/AAAAAAAAAGo/z00atyaEfxQ/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207247982058712706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPcc1P6roI/AAAAAAAAAGo/z00atyaEfxQ/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;birthday girl turned 17 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPc_n849PI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xuW09uJlYl0/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207248579784668402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPc_n849PI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xuW09uJlYl0/s320/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPdAwWlcWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iiLYPdZqnB8/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207248599219794274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPdAwWlcWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iiLYPdZqnB8/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPdhrThLiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NkJnVeLvidY/s1600-h/DSC00174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207249164800437794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPdhrThLiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NkJnVeLvidY/s320/DSC00174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPdAH915JI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hnBrCV1Dpq0/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207248588378596498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPdAH915JI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hnBrCV1Dpq0/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the lovely bite-sized cake dropped by Xueqi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPdAvm9PSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JqrnT6Y-yjg/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207248599020027170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPdAvm9PSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JqrnT6Y-yjg/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cleaning up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPdBV_qC2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YTiasniwCzE/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207248609324174178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPdBV_qC2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YTiasniwCzE/s320/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prati's idea to use the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPdhTsVPcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-G4U5u1oHxY/s1600-h/DSC04458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207249158462062018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPdhTsVPcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-G4U5u1oHxY/s320/DSC04458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ta-da! we're smiling at the large-sized mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPdh4WGZJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_Q9ZvwetYTE/s1600-h/DSC00107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207249168300926098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPdh4WGZJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_Q9ZvwetYTE/s320/DSC00107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the faithful learners of F&amp;amp;N plus Darren Ong after 6 had dropped&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/21650121-3995187283467429599?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3995187283467429599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=3995187283467429599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3995187283467429599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3995187283467429599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-before-lishyuans-birthday-was-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SEPcZUfuh8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ybaqumbo9oE/s72-c/DSC00062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-3583751508206832344</id><published>2008-05-19T16:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:42:48.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to school tomorrow, as usual. OMG. O level MT next MONDAY! jiayoujiayoujiayoujiayoujiayou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SDFAWeYx3vI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kWR3Sk_BvEQ/s1600-h/congkakposter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202009799447928562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SDFAWeYx3vI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kWR3Sk_BvEQ/s200/congkakposter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, watched this movie with mom. It was weird when mom didn't freak out almost all the frightening scenes. That was when I realised she closed her eyes. -.- I tell you this movie scares the shit out of me because of the unecessarily loud sound effects but overall, an amazing storyline by Ahmad Idham. So, 4 stars. Erynne Erynna is such a bloody fantastic child actress like Dakota Fanning. SHE'S CUTE! &amp;amp; her talent is beyond sight. Before the start of the movie, I was SOOO tempted upon watching the trailers. There're really awesome ones like WANTED, GET SMART :D &amp;amp; THE HAPPENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I even get out of bed tomorrow morning? Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-3583751508206832344?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3583751508206832344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=3583751508206832344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3583751508206832344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/3583751508206832344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-school-tomorrow-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SDFAWeYx3vI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kWR3Sk_BvEQ/s72-c/congkakposter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-6683297524978088450</id><published>2008-05-14T17:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:05:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Norhuda, this is your horoscope for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday, May 14th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be able to deepen your relationship with an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acquaintance of yours and point out his/her best side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At work, you'll have to fight for what you want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Love, the phase will be in your favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There you go. I don't really believe in horoscopes but as stated there, it's true. I am still so devastated, deteriorated, demolished, upset, disappointed &amp;amp; whatever negative emotions that you can think of. Needless to say, I am bloody furious at myself. Yes, I obtained atrocious results for the mid-year exams. It's too late to regret now. Why was I not putting more effort, heart &amp;amp; soul in my studies when the exams were just a few weeks away? Why wasn't I disciplined enough? Why am I not giving my 100%? What the bloody hell is wrong with me???!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;WHY WHY WHY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One thing for sure is that for those who failed, please &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; give up. We're halfway through to our O levels &amp;amp; there's no use turning back. For those who're successful, I congratulate you because you, deserve it. Anyway, let us work hard &amp;amp; stop lazing around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if you would like to know, my L1B4 is a jaw-dropping &lt;strong&gt;__&lt;/strong&gt;. =:-O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After looking at all those bullshytie scores, I deserve a smack on the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-6683297524978088450?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6683297524978088450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=6683297524978088450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/6683297524978088450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/6683297524978088450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-norhuda-this-is-your-horoscope-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4541082926116725138</id><published>2008-05-12T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:03:20.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the mid-year exams have officially ended. Tomorrow IS marking day &amp;amp; the schedule (I threw it away yet I still could remember) has stated that students should be absent from school. I received those sms reminders so thanks for making me pissed right now. I don't want to get zero so at least I'm putting my effort to stay up late to submit the completed coursework tomorrow as early as&lt;strong&gt; before 8am. &lt;/strong&gt;Well, I'm actually fine with it. You know, my final year in secondary school life, just sacrifice &amp;amp; enjoy every minute of it. Oh yeah you guys got a copy of Republic Polytechnic newsletter? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superhero Movie&lt;/strong&gt;. The first movie I've watched in 2008 (in a cinema of course, &amp;amp; not any other dvds) &amp;amp; I actually &lt;u&gt;dislike&lt;/u&gt; it. Spoofs &amp;amp; parodies aren't my taste, except madTV (youtube has it because the programme isn't available locally). But I had good laughs with Sharifah, Vivian, Junyee, Lishyuan &amp;amp; Chaojun so it's not depressing. There were some deleted scenes, well mostly, so the movie ended too fast, that means not worth it to watch in theatres. Yeah, &amp;amp; so sexual humour. Anyway, I'm ancticipated for my next visit to the cinema to watch &lt;strong&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/strong&gt;. :DDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay rewind. Mother's Day was fabulous. My mom received a small bouquet of fake Sakura flowers, a pair of Scholl shoes, cash, skin products from The Body Shop &amp;amp; a really nice cake from Four Leaves. Thanks brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SDFB3-Yx3yI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/P3cHo_4eEeg/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202011474485174050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SDFB3-Yx3yI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/P3cHo_4eEeg/s200/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{ 14 MORE DAYS TO O LEVEL MT PAPER 1 &amp;amp; 2. }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'll try to keep myself updated. Thanks for your concern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4541082926116725138?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4541082926116725138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4541082926116725138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4541082926116725138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4541082926116725138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-mid-year-exams-have-officially-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/SDFB3-Yx3yI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/P3cHo_4eEeg/s72-c/DSC00058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2872887053731316229</id><published>2008-03-16T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:17:26.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;04.11.2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2872887053731316229?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2872887053731316229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2872887053731316229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2872887053731316229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2872887053731316229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2008/03/12.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-5474155186047346913</id><published>2008-01-03T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:02:31.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a stressful beginning for the year 2008. A crucial year though. It's gonna be a torture, struggle, but I know everything will turn out to be worthwhile. I really hope for the best to you guys sitting for 'O's because the grades will decide what is ahead of us. I can't be bothered with internet for entertainment purposes, for now. Except the fact that I need to complete my food &amp;amp; nutrition coursework, then I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm already a best friend of 'stress' because 'stress' wants me to mug as hard as I can.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Farewell, for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-5474155186047346913?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5474155186047346913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=5474155186047346913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5474155186047346913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5474155186047346913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-stressful-beginning-for-year-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2153851600236635407</id><published>2007-12-24T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:18:21.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MERRY &amp;amp; GAY, JOYFUL CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On another note, 9 more days till school reopenssssssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2153851600236635407?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2153851600236635407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2153851600236635407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2153851600236635407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2153851600236635407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-merry-gay-joyful-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-2150680811618924380</id><published>2007-12-17T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:45:50.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear I didn't expect him to win. 30 minutes or so before the voting lines were closed, I rushed to vote for him (using mom's phone). I agree he isn't vocally superb. My personal favourites were Mike &amp; Jac because their voices are wayyyyyy outstanding. But Mike's performance is somehow similar like Ruben Studdard &amp; Jac's like Ziana Zain. Hady's performance is wayyyyyyyy charming with heartmost sincere &amp; I guess that's why people voted for him. He was in disbelief too. But the lyrics wrote by Taufik was incredible &amp; Hady's melodious voice pierced through many souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're people who still give him negative comments like on youtube. Just cut the crap &amp; keep them to yourself. I don't want him to win too but I respect him as the winner. Just a year ago, me &amp; my sister guides saw him buying foooood =D Until I had the guts to ask for his autograph &amp; in fact, I wouldn't want to because I was so nervous. &amp; oh my, he was so kind &amp; humble. I was so grateful to have his autograph &amp; not knowing that he could be the Asian Idol. Lucky him! He's travelling around the world for free now (: Congrats Hady, with tears of joy &amp; a little of disbelief from me &amp; mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I like Guy Sebastian!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow at 2 o'clock. omg it's so fast. The time has come for me &amp; the rest to decide whether we're promoted to sec 5N or ITE or employed to a low-income job. Of course people want for the best. But what if i can't succeed? 4th year in secondary school &amp; realising we're getting older. I miss my schoolmates. So now is not about "all the best" but it's "best of luck". So the fate is in your not in your hands but your grades in the N-level certificate. Good luck guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-2150680811618924380?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2150680811618924380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=2150680811618924380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2150680811618924380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/2150680811618924380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-swear-i-didnt-expect-him-to-win.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4985031290107422552</id><published>2007-12-10T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:46:58.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142290530670762706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/R10V_hx8WtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/N9D2RN8xd5s/s320/day.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142290436181482178" style="CURSOR: hand" height="100" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/R10V6Bx8WsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mxjdGbRnWfs/s320/book.gif" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142290350282136242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/R10V1Bx8WrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ewsV50co3rM/s320/aq.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days to the 'N's result-taking. I regret for not studying effortlessly enough for PSLE. Looking at the situation now, I have to struggle for another year unless I get promoted to sec 5. My batch of schoolmates now are enjoying big big big time after the 'O's. 8 more days..... I've plan to get a tutor, get assesment books and drop food &amp;amp; nutrition subject but in one condition; promote to sec 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is around the corner! Can't wait to shoppppppppppp. I did my shopping with mom after I received my first pay. It was awkward yet meaningful having her with me. I don't know but it's just that we have our different opinions. I've already spent all of my salary on unneccessary items but for my next pay, I promise to shop wisely &amp;amp; prioritise my school stuff first. You don't know how much I miss mugging. But no, I don't want to study now, save up for my brain cells later. I think those dudes working in newurbanmale outlets are mostly hot. Tanned, muscular, build bodies like they're some kind of surfer dudes; i wonder why not the opposite ones, probably skaters-looking? This is not right. Anyway, I agree with Mel. David &amp;amp; Goliath tees are awesome! The website is wayyyyy better. But one simple printed tee cost 49.90. I would buy the Havaianas sandals instead. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been seeing more Zhonghuarians lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elinor Lipman&lt;/strong&gt; is such a good author &amp;amp; you bookworms must go read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4985031290107422552?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4985031290107422552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4985031290107422552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4985031290107422552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4985031290107422552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2007/12/8-more-days-to-ns-result-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/R10V_hx8WtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/N9D2RN8xd5s/s72-c/day.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-8320930825501397498</id><published>2007-12-01T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:33:54.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I changed my mind. Already bought Sony Ericsson K530i but still having little regrets for not purchasing that green, nature-inspired phone. &amp;amp; yes, we share the same phone model, Yizhen. Dearest Sharifah in Malaysia &amp;amp; Stephanie in Africa, we miss you. Promise me you'll bring home a cub for me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/R1DFfEz20nI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bZA1egzsPjg/s1600-R/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138824312487596658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/R1DFfEz20nI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-q1IpafITvQ/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hunger for novels. I'm going to do some reading now, okay thanks bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-8320930825501397498?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8320930825501397498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=8320930825501397498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8320930825501397498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/8320930825501397498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-changed-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/R1DFfEz20nI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-q1IpafITvQ/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-5729929284514763513</id><published>2007-11-23T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:45:50.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosh. I'm starting to miss people &amp;amp; things already. People like my sister guides, best buddies, classmates &amp;amp; teachers, even. I miss studying, reading, the classroom atmosphere &amp;amp; just can't wait to see the new principal. I'm still speechless how Natasha could obtained such a you're-out-of-your-mind aggregate score. Blame her effort, congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm busy 24/7 occupied with a part-time job, working out, the internet &amp;amp; those addictive late night tv shows. What has happen to my favourite pastime; watching the latest movies in cinema? Haha before start work today, I hurriedly do a simple shopping. Went to VivoCity to check out some stuff when i happened to walk pass the cinema. Damn the popcorns &amp;amp; posters, they were calling me but wooopsy, I have to look after my budget. Bought a beanie hat, belt, neck scarf ALL FOR 6 BUCKS! Daiso, Always $2 (each) :D Then headed to Compass Point to buy more stuff &amp;amp; 5 minutes late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting my salary, I'm going to do a proper shopping. Shop till I drop but the first ever stuff I want to purchase is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/R0bfuo0N_1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/4MnNC3jC1Bw/s1600-h/copy-of-sony-ericsson-s500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136038417386045266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/R0bfuo0N_1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/4MnNC3jC1Bw/s200/copy-of-sony-ericsson-s500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sony Ericsson s500i&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The consumer don't pick the phones. Phones pick the consumer... It's a mystical bond between man and machine.&lt;/em&gt;" I'm feeling it maaaaaaaan. Followed by shoes, clothes, a good movie, fine dining &amp;amp; well, that's about it. The rest save for next year's necessitites like, braces, which I swear to be fixed by the end of next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my job. See demanding, kiasu parents, see adorably cute kids, see pretty &amp;amp; handsome teens but what matters the most is that I &lt;u&gt;like&lt;/u&gt; the job. No, I don't &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-5729929284514763513?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5729929284514763513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=5729929284514763513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5729929284514763513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5729929284514763513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2007/11/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/R0bfuo0N_1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/4MnNC3jC1Bw/s72-c/copy-of-sony-ericsson-s500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-754437296443503392</id><published>2007-11-04T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:36:01.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was supposed to watch The Game Plan straight after work last Thursday but I'm penniless. Grrrrrrrrr. Have to wait for my salary &amp; my saving days of pocketmoney. Basically, my job is situated in a shopping centre, which doesn't even look like one because the building is damn old &amp; quiet with an average of 20 shoppers a day &amp; most of them to the shop i'm located. I'm working from Monday to Saturday, 10.30am to 4pm for the 1st shift &amp; 1pm to 6.30pm for the 2nd shift. So this week, i'll be doing the first shift &amp; next week the second &amp; then goes on alternatively. Not working on Sundays &amp; public holidays. *jumps for joy* Thanks to Deepavali, Hari Raya Haji &amp; Christmas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, these are the basic things i do:&lt;br /&gt;001. I sell school uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;002. I measure waists regardless of gender of the students.&lt;br /&gt;003. I do stock-taking/re-stocking.&lt;br /&gt;004. I answer/make calls (my favourite!).&lt;br /&gt;005. I cut threads from the ready-made uniforms (most boring).&lt;br /&gt;006. I train the newbies.&lt;br /&gt;007. I eat for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;008. I arrange the uniforms according to schools &amp; sizes.&lt;br /&gt;009. I serve customers (hate the picky ones i had to deal with but most are fine).&lt;br /&gt;010. I interact with the customers.&lt;br /&gt;011. I smile at kids (my favourite too!).&lt;br /&gt;012. I talk/joke with my boss/supervisor/seniors/workers (they'r nice!)&lt;br /&gt;013. I visit the indescribable toilet (have to go up using the escalator &amp; then pass by a so-called Buddha room, large indeed &amp; after finish peeing &amp; all then must go down using the stairs which is kinda scary, like your heart is telling you there's a murderer right beind those doors; 4 doors altogether that you have to open).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIOLA! Today's the fourth day already but i have no regrets, yet. the pay is from $4.30 to $4.50 per hour &amp; I think it's reasonable. I've already did the interview for a vacancy at Mintmark &amp; Co. (similarly like Tiffany &amp; Co. but only the prices is so much affordable) &amp; they promised to call me to confirm me to start working on the last Saturday. So it was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great fun time actually working at Student Mart. Same people I see everyday doing the same things I do. Only the second brother doesn't approve me to work because he wants me to study but hell no. I want to spend these two months, not only to earn money but also to gain a fun-learning working experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-754437296443503392?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/754437296443503392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=754437296443503392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/754437296443503392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/754437296443503392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-supposed-to-watch-game-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-4663432603032895143</id><published>2007-10-12T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:07:34.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before the eve of Syawal, he left us.&lt;br /&gt;so, my hari raya celebration won't be merry.&lt;br /&gt;we were looking forward to visit him on the first&lt;br /&gt;day of raya but as the saying goes, "ajal &amp;amp; maut di tangan Tuhan"&lt;br /&gt;i regretted for not visiting him in the hospital yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;every moment was so emotional &amp;amp; tearful.&lt;br /&gt;from reciting prayers to the process of wrapping the body of my dead uncle.&lt;br /&gt;there were also few bodies to be buried when we reached the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;semoga roh mu dicucuri rahmat. selamat tinggal obek Zaini.&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa222/ioryagami/raya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kepada rakan-rakan di zhss, ingin saya mohon maaf ke atas segala&lt;br /&gt;kesalahan dan saya amat menghargai persahabatan kita. (i've actually&lt;br /&gt;prepared you guys raya cards but i wasn't in school) memori manis&lt;br /&gt;pahit yang kita lalui akan saya kenangkan di hati. semoga anda semua&lt;br /&gt;akan melakukan ujian peringkat 'O' dengan terbaik. setelah tamat&lt;br /&gt;persekolahan, ia tidak bermakna persahabatan kita terputus begitu sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;tidak lupa kepada rakan-rakan di 4N, semoga kita berjumpa tahun depan &amp;amp; sama-&lt;br /&gt;sama kita melalui waktu sukar, khususnya pada pelajaran.&lt;br /&gt;saya harap perjalanan hidup kamu semua akan berjaya &amp;amp; sentiasa&lt;br /&gt;dilindungi oleh orang tersayang. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya; Maaf zahir batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Salam Aidilfitri to all my family members &amp;amp; friends. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-4663432603032895143?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4663432603032895143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=4663432603032895143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4663432603032895143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/4663432603032895143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2007/10/before-eve-of-syawal-he-left-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-1430637593995556695</id><published>2007-10-10T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:08:03.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phew! exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;i'm anticipated for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AIDILFITRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOOHOOOOOOO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-1430637593995556695?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1430637593995556695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=1430637593995556695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1430637593995556695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1430637593995556695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2007/10/phew-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-7325010764533518886</id><published>2007-09-14T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T12:41:08.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so grateful that the month of Ramadhan is just, here.&lt;br /&gt;but think about those who're suffering.&lt;br /&gt;people died from the recent earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;i even dreamt of myself being in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the words that came out from my mouth (in the dream itself) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the end of the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do hope i'll die in the hands of God before the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to those who aren't fasting with or without valid reasonable reasons,&lt;br /&gt;please don't drink/munch food in front of the rest.&lt;br /&gt;it's really disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;selamat menjalani ibadah puasa kepada semua umat Islam sedunia :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-7325010764533518886?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7325010764533518886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=7325010764533518886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7325010764533518886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/7325010764533518886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-so-grateful-that-month-of-ramadhan.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-9043300420178021980</id><published>2007-09-05T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:27:53.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after three days of internal torture, i guess i'd screw up my papers.&lt;br /&gt;you see, social studies paper was unbelievably not-so-easy.&lt;br /&gt;same goes for english paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;everybody did put on a worry face &amp;amp; just, speechless at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;so how am i going to face for the 'O's then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or what if i can't even get promoted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stress&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-9043300420178021980?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9043300420178021980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=9043300420178021980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/9043300420178021980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/9043300420178021980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-three-days-of-internal-torture-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-1144264962265086699</id><published>2007-08-24T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T17:46:58.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally the prelims are over.&lt;br /&gt;i screwed emath, chemistry &amp; accounts badly.&lt;br /&gt;good preparation for the national exams though.&lt;br /&gt;well, i just hope for the best results even if the outcome&lt;br /&gt;aren't expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbia = &lt;strong&gt;4.5 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, Disturbia is a-must-watch.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why it was an only available&lt;br /&gt;movie at cineleisure &amp; furthermore, one &amp;amp; only time slot,&lt;br /&gt;which was in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i rushed to watch as it was unexpectedly the last day.&lt;br /&gt;it was really worth the money after all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shia nailed it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has come a long way from his Even Stevens days on&lt;br /&gt;the Disney channel, and I found it really easy to connect&lt;br /&gt;with &amp; understand his character.&lt;br /&gt;but he's involved in a lot of kissing scenes; oh yeah he's&lt;br /&gt;a i'm-an-all-grown up kid already.&lt;br /&gt;he's gonna be the next big thing in Hollywood, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;it was really amazing how Caruso thrilled the audience&lt;br /&gt;although the little bloodshed.&lt;br /&gt;awesome storyline but the first scene when he went&lt;br /&gt;fishing with his dad &amp; then got car crashed was a bit&lt;br /&gt;redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush Hour 3 = &lt;strong&gt;3.5 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, the real hero behind the great hilarious movie&lt;br /&gt;was the taxi driver himself.&lt;br /&gt;i agreed with ya mel. *applauses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;License to Wed = &lt;strong&gt;3 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe a must-watch for couples who're engaged or&lt;br /&gt;marrying soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like being a movie junkie after all (:&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i can't study without watching new-released&lt;br /&gt;movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-1144264962265086699?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1144264962265086699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=1144264962265086699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1144264962265086699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/1144264962265086699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally-prelims-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21650121.post-5106936859760046190</id><published>2007-07-28T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:50:41.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/RqtFTWzFULI/AAAAAAAAADU/uhdhOIdzxlU/s1600-h/Simpsons_final_poster.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092240002512146610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/RqtFTWzFULI/AAAAAAAAADU/uhdhOIdzxlU/s320/Simpsons_final_poster.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. good movie but pretty lame.&lt;br /&gt;rating: 3.5/5&lt;br /&gt;lame scenes but absolutely hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;even Green Day &amp; Tom Hanks voiced over (:&lt;br /&gt;i thought Arnold the Governor was in it but, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Simpsons saved Springfield. *applauses*&lt;br /&gt;watched with melissa, melvin &amp;amp; gareth.&lt;br /&gt;mind you, melvin was too noisy but fun.&lt;br /&gt;you guys were fun. should go out again.&lt;br /&gt;haha, surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;we saw groups of zhonghuarians doing Flag Day.&lt;br /&gt;in AMK Hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by aslam, dingyao &amp; a guy from 3E2&lt;br /&gt;at Cathay Cineleisure (:&lt;br /&gt;( there were amazing live bands going on )&lt;br /&gt;haha they passed the time to watch&lt;br /&gt;the Simpsons :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melvin pointed out an advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;DARYL KOH.&lt;br /&gt;he's from Team Zenith, won in 3rd place for&lt;br /&gt;World Cyber Games Asian Championship 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/RqtTI2zFUMI/AAAAAAAAADc/9wJYi8-rB0c/s1600-h/darylkoh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092255215286309058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/RqtTI2zFUMI/AAAAAAAAADc/9wJYi8-rB0c/s320/darylkoh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/RqtTfWzFUNI/AAAAAAAAADk/FMyUz_2iy_E/s1600-h/daryll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092255601833365714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/RqtTfWzFUNI/AAAAAAAAADk/FMyUz_2iy_E/s320/daryll.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we call ourselves &lt;strong&gt;fatlady&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haha! he's just cool.&lt;br /&gt;see him in class, most of the time reading novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, saw him in the Games Academy Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;plus, some of the classmates were there too.&lt;br /&gt;showing good lovin' support.&lt;br /&gt;then, mel went pink on the cheeks, for a good reason&lt;br /&gt;you might need to know real soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food &amp;amp; nutrition lesson with mdm liang is super&lt;br /&gt;NOT ENJOYABLE. ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21650121-5106936859760046190?l=wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5106936859760046190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21650121&amp;postID=5106936859760046190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5106936859760046190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21650121/posts/default/5106936859760046190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofalullaby.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Norhuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15462913613155281547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/TS2Vlv7q10I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Q-yAvMA2fc/S220/girly172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6jWtu9PiV4/RqtFTWzFULI/AAAAAAAAADU/uhdhOIdzxlU/s72-c/Simpsons_final_poster.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
