<?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-12887605</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:21:12.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ | z z' s   W o r | d ~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-116521200658540605</id><published>2006-12-04T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T14:00:07.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;December is here. And I'm getting &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O L D.&lt;/span&gt; *sigh* wish the year hadn't passed so fast. Sometimes I wish I could turn back time. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*yeah, fat hope*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The last many months I was so busy with work, school and preparation for the wedding. Finally I have settled the major things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;) Mak Andam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;2) Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;3) Bedroom set (met up with a kakak from my school, though couldn't recalled her name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4) Had set the date and going to ROMM soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;5) Deco (including the colour coordination for the whole decoration, won't tell you what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;colour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;6) Bought kain for my bridesmaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7) Mas Kawin - still looking for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that perfect jewellery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;8) Bought almost &lt;em&gt;his &amp; her&lt;/em&gt; stuffs for hantaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What a relieved as I could now concentrate on my studies.. Now comtemplating whether I could change my room to the study room...*wishing very hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now as my children had shifted class and that class has a computer, I hope I would be able to blog as much as possible...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well we'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-116521200658540605?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116521200658540605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=116521200658540605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/116521200658540605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/116521200658540605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2006/12/wedding-preparation.html' title='Wedding Preparation'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-115726608956026774</id><published>2006-09-03T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:34:32.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very long overdue blog</title><content type='html'>A very loooooong overdue blog about bintan and kl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one week since i came back from Bintan. Had a very long holiday - 3 days to kl and 3 days to bintan. It was a supercharged week, did lots and lots of shopping and many kinds of activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was megasale in kl, i almost went shopping crazy over there (but have to think of budget). Found two gifts for hantaran (for both of us). I'm giving Dear a surprise, won't tell him until our wedding day. As for me, Anna Sui! Rite now, I'm quite fond of her products and packaging. Yipee, i got a whitening set for only RM$200, whereas in s'pore, the same set would cost ard $100+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping in midvalley, klcc and times square within 12 hours. My feet was aching! We had a driver to chauffer us ard, so it saved us lots of time for shopping. AND the best part was I ate my favourite, Nando's. Was craving it for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2101/1112/1600/HPIM1532.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2101/1112/320/HPIM1532.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, able to get my hands (or rather my mouth) on it. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bintan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Bintan with three other closest cuzzins. We stayed at Mana Mana beach resort. We tried snorkelling (a first for all of us), tradional javanese lulur massage, banana boat, mountain trekking (another first) and juz hangout at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2101/1112/320/bdbbscd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our adjoning huts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2101/1112/320/HPIM1538.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In our room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snorkelling was something that i wanted to try for awhile now. All of us were very eager to try. The dive master who brought us looked like Owen wilson - and yeah, has a sarcastic humour. Me and my other cousin was the first to 'go' down the boat, i was scared at first as i couldn't feel the seabed. Silly me! We both 'cling' on to the guy who brought us. Slowly, i pulled away from him and started snorkelling. I didn't even realised that I was swimming with the fishes (as my dear remarked, 'Suaku'). The fishes were colourful, and friendly. There were no soft corals that we could see. Only hard ones. Oh yeah, we saw 3 sea urchins too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2101/1112/320/HPIM1550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dinner at Kelong restaurant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2101/1112/320/101fscd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Breakfast, so much tempting food&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second day, we went mountain trekking at mount bintan. The whole trekking was something so unexpected. We were totally unprepared. The locals had brought ropes, walking sticks and haversacks, whereas us, juz our slingbags and water bottles. During the starting of the race, there were videocams, cameras. Apparently, the locals wanted to make it a yearly event and this year was the first. The four of us were placed at the starting point first. We were very enthusiastic at first, but as the trekking became harder and higher, i felt out of breath until i couldn't take it anymore. I stopped halfway and they had to send someone to 'rescue' me. I was passed from one person to another until I reached the finishing point. I realised that the locals were very friendly indeed. They would go all the way although i insisted i was fine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2101/1112/320/HPIM1557.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The two who didn't complete the trekking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2101/1112/320/bcb3scd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At Mayang Sari Spa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After trekking, we went for spa. The place was gorgeous. We had booked garden pavilion for our spa (it was an outdoor garden hut). Since we went at nite, there was no distraction from passerby and it was very cooling indeed. The waves were crashing nearby and frogs were croaking somewhere in our hut. We felt so relaxed, with tumeric scrub, yogurt and floral bath. All in all, it took us about 2hrs+.  Ahhh, nice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Third day was rest and relax. We went banana boating. We all thought it was very boring ride where we sat on a banana bouy thingy, and a boat would pull us around. We were wrong. We had to hold on for our dear life. We were shouting like crazy, i personally fell down twice. Mar lost her contacts. It was very exhilarating and funny situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2101/1112/320/HPIM1583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The clear waters of south china sea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2101/1112/320/6997scd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Infront of the guard post&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2101/1112/320/HPIM1573.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My weak attempt of ballet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After three days of relaxing, we were back in sunny s'pore.  I felt so sad that the trip has ended..another round trip to bintan next year, girls?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-115726608956026774?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115726608956026774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=115726608956026774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/115726608956026774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/115726608956026774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2006/09/very-long-overdue-blog.html' title='A very long overdue blog'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-115245471174423001</id><published>2006-07-09T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:18:31.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comtemplating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Currently been thinking about my current issues..what am i suppose to take?My lecturer was saying its wise to take issues that you could focus for Action Research...Aargh, so many things to talk, but which one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Below are issues that i'm comtemplating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;1- Child abuse and negligence (i could talk about child exploitation and etc for AR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;2-Parenting styles and the effects on children (its a bit limited for AR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;3-Dual Income family (which i could talk about separation anxiety and working mothers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Due date 11 sept..long way to go, I know, but alot of research to be done plus mountains of workload...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;when will it gonna end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Went to darlin's house yesterday to see my new nephew (future).  His twin sis just gave birth last saturday.   I was awed with the baby's presense.  So fragile and small, so new to everything..I actually can't wait to have my own baby and wonder sometimes what he/she would look like...My biological clock is ticking...So many of my friends having 2 to 3 kids at my age...The pressure is mounting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;more months to go&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-115245471174423001?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115245471174423001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=115245471174423001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/115245471174423001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/115245471174423001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2006/07/comtemplating.html' title='Comtemplating...'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-115122023547362718</id><published>2006-06-25T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T15:53:46.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I overcome my fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had two days of centre closure on Thursday &amp; Friday. Our management had organised a team building day at Sentosa. I was like thinking, what on earth are we going to do there? Play netball or volleyball? Frankly speaking, I'm not a sporty type of person. And we were kind of force to join the rest of the teachers from other centres. So unwillingly, we had to come to Sentosa not knowing what kind of actitivies we are gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down at Sentosa, we were assigned to several activities of low and high elements. Low Elements are designed to get the participants to work as a team and be responsible for the safety of others as well as for themselves. These are great interaction and communication tools. High Elements are about 10 metres high above the ground and provide participants with opportunities to confront fears &amp;amp; examine how people react when they face intimidating challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers were divided into several teams of colours. Mine was purple (my fav colour), had barney (yes, that purple barney) for a team name, and we sort had to do cheers for team spirit. It goes something like this, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; - Brilliant, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; - Attitude, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; - Resillient, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; - Novelty, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; - Excellent and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; - Yay, complete with the actions for each letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First activity was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;archery&lt;/span&gt;. I've been wanting to try this since god knows when. Two of my collegues managed to hit target on the board. Alas, I managed to hit the grass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;We then proceed to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Trolley.&lt;/span&gt; The aim was to collect as many balls as possible. We had to coordinate well in order to proceed forward. It was tough coordinating together. At one point, we had to start again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The aim of this game was to decode the 'password' and deactivate the 'bomb' using alphabets mats. The instructor was saying since we are teachers, we should know the sequence from a to z and z to a. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;We went on to try balacing ourselves on a big platform and stay balance for at least 20 seconds. We tried a lot of strategies in order to stay balance but none worked. After 30 minutes, we could stay balance for only 10 seconds! Man it was tough! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Since young, I have always this fear of heights. But on that day, I was determined to overcome that. I tried one of the high elements activities, which required me to walk on a thin line 10 metres above ground. My only support was my own rope and the thick ropes which hanged about the length of my two arms spread apart. The climbing wasn't that scary. When I was on top, the wind was blowing quite strongly. I was determined to carry on no matter what. And before I know it, I had reached the end of the line. I was so relieved! It had occured to me that I was not scared of heights at all. Just the determination to carry on no matter how tough it gets. I was really glad I did that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;We tried two more activities and it was over. My arms and thighs were aching for few days. And I was really &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;exhausted and hungry&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;After this experience, I can't wait to try on more challenging activities. Till next year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;For pictures go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nurzzz.multiply.com/photos/album/16"&gt;http://nurzzz.multiply.com/photos/album/16&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/12887605-115122023547362718?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115122023547362718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=115122023547362718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/115122023547362718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/115122023547362718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-i-overcome-my-fear.html' title='The day I overcome my fear'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-114396130126535532</id><published>2006-04-02T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T15:16:31.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at Amirah's Grill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Last Thursday was my fiance's birthday and I decided to bring him there for dinner as he wanted to try western food while for me, turkish food of course. I had this penchant for middle eastern food since I last went to Turkey, so my wish is to try as many middle eastern food as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2101/1112/320/HPIM0979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The Birthday Boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2101/1112/320/HPIM0982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;After dinner, posing time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, we ordered a set meal for him, it cost about $20 which consist of the main course (he ordered steak), two dips, soup, salad and dessert (i felt it's quite worth my money) and for me, turkish kofta. So the food came one at a time, including mine. As his was steak, it might take quite awhile. We waited for 45 minutes for his food and I had the feeling that something was not right. Called up the waiter and it turns out that he didn't take my fiance's order. He apologised profusely and the food came 15 minutes later. I was quite disappointed! We stayed there for almost 2 hours and by the time we left, I was hungry again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-114396130126535532?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114396130126535532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=114396130126535532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/114396130126535532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/114396130126535532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/dinner-at-amirahs-grill.html' title='Dinner at Amirah&apos;s Grill'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-113842543435078836</id><published>2006-01-28T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:17:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We had a CNY celebration yesterday with the children.  The non-chinese had to wear something red. Lucky me, I have lots of red clothes.  While some of my chinese collegues wore white and its not even traditional clothing.  I don't feel its fair since they expect us to wear something tradional for our own festival, while they themselves don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having flu for the last few days, and yesterday was the worse.  My eyes were watery, couldn't stop sneezing.  Throat hurts like crazy.  Almost didn't want to go to work, but my fiancee volunteered to fetch me and have breakfast together at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Macs&lt;/span&gt;.  Didn't really enjoyed the breakfast but so glad for the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Back to the celebrations, they (teachers &amp; children) sang chinese song, got to eat Lao smt (smt that Chinese eat during reunion dinner) and chinese goodies.  So much oranges were given.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The highlight of day was the steamboat lunch with the collegues.  Since I can't eat seafood, I was the first 1 to sample the delights of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;steamboat&lt;/span&gt;.  Mind you, I hardly find it fascinating eating steamboat.  There were so much food, some included &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fishball, faked abalone, shirmp wanton, chicken meat, squid (my least fav), prawns&lt;/span&gt; and many more.  While eating, 1 teacher 'promote ' to me to eat fishball with cheese.  Happily, I took 1 and found it to be ok since I had a blocked nose and can't really taste anything.  Then 1 teacher took the same fishball and told me that she could see squid on the same fishball that I took.  I thought she was joking, but it turned to be true (I have this phobia about squid &amp; octopus).  It really spoiled my mood.  Though I took alot of fingerfood, I still find myself hungry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This weekend gonna be busy.  Lots of things to do.  Watching Fun with Dick &amp; Jane today.  Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-113842543435078836?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113842543435078836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=113842543435078836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/113842543435078836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/113842543435078836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny-celebrations.html' title='CNY Celebrations'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-113600060261257728</id><published>2005-12-31T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T11:43:22.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Year 2005 was a rollercoster ride for me.  Below are those that affect me one way or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1)I've completed my diploma on Pre-School Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tat 1 year course gave me lots of new friends, crazy friends, I would say...Hanging out at Cafe Galilee, picnic outings at Sentosa (we went there during CNY and personally I felt it was on the wrong day - the place was so crowded and there were like groups &amp; groups of banglas everywhere, oh we had fun 'criticizing' them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)Change to a new working environment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After my previous company was sold to another management, it was time for me to find another job. The last few weeks before the handover was horrendous.  The management was horrible towards me and my collegue. It was a very bad experience for me and I vow not to join this so-called award winning childcare.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3)My favourite child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;His name is Justin and I miss him every single day.  When he first join and he was my first child in my class, it was something that I think I could not handle.  He was crying the whole day.  It made me think did I choose the correct line?  How can I handle a child the way he's been crying?  But I persevered.  Eventually he stopped crying by the 2nd month and he became more and more adorable as days passed by.  When he was absent, I craved for his presence.  I felt my class was quieter when he's not around.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On my last day of work, I didn't get to say goodbye to him.  I was afraid I would cry infront of him as I had treat him like my own child.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Till now, I'm still in touch with his family.  His whole family is one the nicest among those i've known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4)Me and my boyfriend (soon to be my fiance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We have taken 1 step further and that is, he had asked for my hand.  There were many problems that we faced along the way as it involved our families.  Though I can't reveal it, I can sense more problems in 2006.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My new year resolutions would be to save &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;more money&lt;/span&gt; for my dream wedding, make more &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;new friends&lt;/span&gt; and to take care of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-113600060261257728?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113600060261257728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=113600060261257728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/113600060261257728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/113600060261257728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/12/reflections-of-2005.html' title='Reflections of 2005'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-113456060305968189</id><published>2005-12-14T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:43:23.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo tired.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For the past few days, I was busy with boring workshops,workshops and more workshops, which won't end till 21 Dec...I'm so tired of going to HQ, spending lots of money for lunchtime which basically makes me feel fat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Went to several LV model centres today..The trip was an eye-opener..There are more ways than you realised on how to do your classroom..I'm still planning how on earth can I rearrange my classroom for a cosy look..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm tired...sooo tired.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-113456060305968189?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113456060305968189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=113456060305968189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/113456060305968189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/113456060305968189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/12/sooo-tired.html' title='Sooo tired.....'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-112694365482233200</id><published>2005-09-17T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T16:11:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas, I'm leaving them...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm at the point of looking for something new,which is my job *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;On the eve of teacher's day, one of my directors announced to us that the centre is closing down and new owners will be taking over. We were so shocked. There I was, contemplating to change jobs, and I was presented to such news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Let's name this childcare, X1B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;After an official interview with them, I felt that I don't like them. The working environment, their policy, their philosophy and such. Besides, my current principal is leaving, one of my collegues is giving birth, and the other wants to continue studying, so everything will be new, except the children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My principal thought if I continue to work with them, they might take advantage of me. The reason being, I'm the only familiar face in the children's eyes. Three months later, after the children had settle down, they'll kick me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Their people are very irritating. They would just popped down, look around and meddle things. All of us don't feel comfortable when they are around. We feel pressurize just by their presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Then came the appointment letter. What they offered me is the same as my current employer with an increment of $50 if I'm confirm. But their working hours are longer, 10 hours per day, and they expect us to stay longer every day. I couldn't take it. I couldn't accept it. So me and my collegues decided to play them out. We delayed in giving them our answer - Let them find some new teachers at the last minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Their MD came last week to see us.  He asked us to consider staying for our love of the children, and don't let them suffer as they are the innocent party.  In a way, he is threatening us to stay.  We were to give our answer by this Monday and to call him personally.  Whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Their staff couldn't even pronouce my properly.  Keep calling me Fai-zah.  I've corrected them few times, but they still can't remember.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I have told some of the parents whom I'm quite close to. They asked me and the rest of the teachers to stay. I have even told some of my children. Particularly, Justin, whom I'm quite close to. Strangely 1 of the other boys who is not close to me, is getting quite attached to me. Whenever I'm away for awhile, he would start looking and crying. Its like he could sense that I'm leaving him soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Whenever I think of my last day, my heart aches. Gonna miss my little babies, some, whom I've taken care of since January *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-112694365482233200?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112694365482233200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=112694365482233200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112694365482233200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112694365482233200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/09/alas-im-leaving-them.html' title='Alas, I&apos;m leaving them...'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-112521338805744458</id><published>2005-08-28T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T15:00:05.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date with Cousins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After many months of cancelling 'dates' with my dear cousins, I meet with them last Saturday...Met &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shahidah &amp; Rush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Marks &amp;amp; Spencer...Rush introduced a very delicious oat with "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deliciously Indulgent White &amp; Dark Chocolate Rolls &amp;amp; Truffle Pieces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" The picture on the box looked yummy...And it &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt;!!! Especially the truffle pieces...i dun mind that I have to eat oats..Its better than eating bread with cheese every single day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shahidah brought us to this Italian cafe called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Menotti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; behind esprit...When we came in, the waiters were talking among themselves that this is the first time he saw muslim going in...We got a place beside the dessert display...It looks very yummy....One of the waiters approached us and said something to do with wine and its not halal....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We know that&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; Its obvious from the bottles and bottles of alcohol being displayed on their shelves....*&lt;em&gt;Duh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shahidah recommended us their &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hot chocolate with hazelnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which she said was divine...So we ordered that, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gelato, some chocolate cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (i can't remembered the name, though i think it was &lt;em&gt;soffiatto) &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; fungi sandwich&lt;/em&gt;..Their hot chocolate was heavenly...Its to die for, especially for chocolate lovers...It came in this small teacup and hot milk..The chocolate sauce was very thick and its up to us to decide how thick the consistency we want to be....Wow,I've never tasted such delicious hot chocolate before....But the price was a bit axed though,&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;$9.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a small cup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Our &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;came in 3 flavours and their cake was delicious...There was some melted chocolate in the middle of the cake and it came with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;chocolate flakes gelato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....But the most disappointing thing was the sandwich...It wasn't spicy, filled with lots of vegetables that I don't really fancy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Next they were looking for a new place to eat dinner?! I was quite full from the dessert that we had..So I suggested to try that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2hot halal cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at esplanade, which they were game to try...When we reach there, we were walking in circles trying to find this cafe...Its turns out they were situated along the bay, which we could easily reach there...The place was full, the only seats were inside...The place was stuffy, i felt suffocated from the cooking in their kitchen...No wonder people chose to eat outside...The food in this cafe were mix of malay, indian, indonesian and western...Since my cousins were still full from our desserts, we decided to share among us...We ordered &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Marsala fish &amp; chip, turkey bacon sandwich and trimush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;y...The fish &amp;amp; chip reminded me of wadjie and the bacon was medium raw, which I don't really like...But the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;trimushy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was delicious....I was so full that I couldn't eat much of the food..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Overall, I enjoyed our 'date', meeting up with them, talking about our families, food and much much more....Rush was suggesting a monthly event for us cousins....That would be interesting...considering the food that we gonna eat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-112521338805744458?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112521338805744458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=112521338805744458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112521338805744458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112521338805744458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/date-with-cousins.html' title='Date with Cousins...'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-112401144314896732</id><published>2005-08-15T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:24:03.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Among my many many friends, I do still keep in touch with 1, my bestfriend, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Zub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Most of my friends whom  I've known since primary 1 have lost touch, most of them married or busy with their lives.  I do made the effort to call or smsed some of them, but none would made the effort to do the same.  The only time they would call or sms was when they need your help or money.  Sometimes I despise these people, who just take advantage of my 'kind'  nature.  Especially one particular friend, who worked as a financial planner, looked me up and start promoting her products.  She would go on and on about how good her products were and convince me to buy her products.  She also told me that she didn't have many clients and wanted me to help her. Me, being very naive, helped her and bought her products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After I've bought the products, this friend of mine just 'disappeared'.  She didn't contact me, or keep me updated about the products.  I felt cheated as I don't know much about the products and she wasn't there to guide me.  When I called her, she was always busy and said she would call me back later, but she didn't.  The final straw came when she quit her job.  &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I didn't want to continue talking about this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'friend'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So makes a friend a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;true friend&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To my 2 bestfriends, my&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darlin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zub&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks for being there for me. Always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;                        V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Nature Of A Friend Is To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Cheer you up,When you're blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Listen to all your woes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Help you out with your foes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Encourage you to succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Know when you are in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Remember you on special days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Help you out in so many ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Tell you how things really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Remember you from afar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Give you what support they can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Be your true and logal fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Love you in good times or bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Build you up when you're sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Help you when you've done it wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Remind you that you do belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Give you a pat on the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Tell you when you've got the knack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Hug you just to console&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Remind you that you have a goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Celebrate your victories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Pick you up from your knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; Hurt with you when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-&gt; And Try to wipe away your frown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-112401144314896732?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112401144314896732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=112401144314896732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112401144314896732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112401144314896732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/among-my-many-many-friends-i-do-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-112261853912426877</id><published>2005-07-30T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T14:28:59.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This weekend my whole family and relatives will be in P.J......Its my cousin's wedding,looking forward to the food, the ambiance, my cousins and relatives....It's been awhile since we last gather......I'll be going later tonite &amp;  won't be back till monday morning....hooray, at least i'm not working on monday....Gonna miss my darlin'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="locked"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some article I found on lonelyplanet site...quite hilarious....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Locked Out at 26.000 Feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Author: Cuban Pete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened when I traveled down to Botswana from Tanzania in late 2002. I found myself in Victoria Falls Airport sitting on a plane belonging to an African regional airline, which shall remain nameless, waiting to fly to Gabarone. After nearly an hour's delay, the captain popped his head out of the cockpit to explain that his co-pilot had so far failed to show. 'We'll hang on a bit longer,' he announced. Another hour later, still no co-pilot. 'Tell you what,' said the captain, 'he's only the co-pilot and we're not going far, we'll go without him. Any objections?'Well no-one complained so, two hours late, they set off. Now the captain had looked a little disheveled, unshaven and, generally, not quite all there. Given that he was in sole charge of the small plane, the passengers were, on the whole, feeling a touch nervy. So when the captain suddenly emerged from behind the cockpit door again, there was a collective gasp.'It's okay!' announced the captain quickly, 'we're on autopilot. I just have to pee.' With that he hooked the cockpit door open using an elastic band and slipped into the toilet. Almost as he did so, the plane hit an unexpected and fairly violent patch of turbulence. The elastic band snapped and the cockpit door slammed shut.As the turbulence subsided, the captain came out of the toilet and, seeing the door, went a pale shade of grey and looked at the air hostess with an expression which could only be described as panicked. 'Er, ladies and gentleman,' muttered the pilot, 'due to the risk of hi-jacking, cockpit doors can only be opened from the inside. Since my co-pilot was a no-show this morning, I'm locked out!'Before the passengers lapsed into pure panic, however, they watched, expectant, as the pilot walked away from the cockpit to the back of the plane. He returned with a hand-axe with which he promptly hacked a hole in the cockpit door. He reached inside and opened it, brushing splinters from his jacket as he strode in.Moments later the intercom crackled to life. 'Ladies and gentleman, this is your captain speaking. Just to keep you informed we're cruising at an altitude of 26,000 feet and will be making our descent...'&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/12887605-112261853912426877?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112261853912426877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=112261853912426877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112261853912426877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112261853912426877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-weekend-my-whole-family-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-112095976567457040</id><published>2005-07-13T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:31:04.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally its over......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Last Saturday was my last day of school.....we had an art exhibition.....the stuff that was displayed was amazing......beautiful, an eye-opener.......couldn't really concentrate in class as i was very hungry &amp; excited about the exhibition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After phototaking in class, all of us went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sakura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for dinner....detour to Tangs, to buy Jenny a token of appreciation.....A love shape pendant and bracelet....didn't have the chance to take a photo of it though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Sakura was ok, Aiza &amp;amp; Liz had to squeeze at a corner, and the food was so far away....should have ordered in small portions..Halfway through,Jenny pretended to go to the toilet,but quick thinking Kak Sal followed her and had a 'tussle' with her...Its not fair for her to pay our dinner since we all suggested it...Jenny was suggesting to have BBQ at her new place,we couldn't agree more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner,for desserts, we thought of going to &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;NYDC&lt;/span&gt; at Wheelock,the place was so packed,we decided to go somewhere else....&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Borders Bistro&lt;/span&gt; - too hot, in the end we went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Galilee &amp; Friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Cineleisure....The place was packed - We only got the front seat at the entrance....all of us were frustrated especially Liz as she wants the window seats inside....So we keep 'bugging' the waiters to give us another seats...It was hilarious,kecohrables.....Finally 'Abang Nerd' gave us a slightly better seats behind - near the window with the groovy sofa....We ordered &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apple crumble cheese tart, oreo mudpie and waffles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;......not bad except the cheese tart is not to my taste...the drinks are quite nice,felt smooties was too feeling so ordered &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;strawberry sweetheart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....overall i like the ambience though bit too crowded....I would want to go there again,more for the place rather than food....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;End of the day, I don't really feel sad, cos maybe I have a feeling that the 5 of us would still keep in touch, and the friendship that we built would last....Ameen.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-112095976567457040?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112095976567457040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=112095976567457040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112095976567457040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112095976567457040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally-its-over.html' title='Finally its over......'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-112116776301372508</id><published>2005-07-12T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:29:23.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/5761/640/HPIM0354.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/5761/320/HPIM0354.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day in school...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-112116776301372508?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112116776301372508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=112116776301372508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112116776301372508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112116776301372508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/our-last-day-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-112116767806879509</id><published>2005-07-12T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:27:58.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/5761/640/HPIM0377.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/5761/320/HPIM0377.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 little Minahs&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-112116767806879509?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112116767806879509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=112116767806879509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112116767806879509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112116767806879509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/5-little-minahs.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-112116763092344609</id><published>2005-07-12T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:27:10.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/5761/640/HPIM0369.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/5761/320/HPIM0369.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half Eaten...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-112116763092344609?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112116763092344609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=112116763092344609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112116763092344609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112116763092344609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/half-eaten.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-112116758891135140</id><published>2005-07-12T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:26:28.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/5761/640/HPIM0364.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/5761/320/HPIM0364.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiza &amp; Sally&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-112116758891135140?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112116758891135140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=112116758891135140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112116758891135140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112116758891135140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/aiza.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-112116754303708696</id><published>2005-07-12T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:25:43.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/5761/640/HPIM0365.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/5761/320/HPIM0365.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Liz &amp; Norma&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-112116754303708696?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112116754303708696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=112116754303708696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112116754303708696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112116754303708696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-liz.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-112116749561695099</id><published>2005-07-12T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:24:55.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/5761/640/HPIM0363.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/5761/320/HPIM0363.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frm left:Oreo Mudpie, Apple Cheese Tart Crumble and Waffles with Ice Cream&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-112116749561695099?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112116749561695099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=112116749561695099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112116749561695099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/112116749561695099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/frm-leftoreo-mudpie-apple-cheese-tart.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-111916404245434813</id><published>2005-06-20T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:54:02.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have not been updating for quite some time now.....Juz finished with my practicum last Thursday and now busy with my children's portfolio....I've still not done my practicum file yet *argghh* so much to do,so little time.........Hardly spent time with my dear, have not watched movies for many many weeks now....I want to watch Mr &amp; Mrs Smith, Batman Begins and many more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Two more weeks till the end of my course........*boohoo* gonna miss all my friends.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;p.s: Juz bought a new HP digicam plus a photo printer for only $399....quite a gd bargain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-111916404245434813?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111916404245434813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=111916404245434813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/111916404245434813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/111916404245434813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/06/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy........'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-111832103416715138</id><published>2005-06-08T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T10:48:02.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz a thought.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Something that I found on the net....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MEN AND WOMEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1.Women understand colour. They seem to know what to wear all the time. Men just think red is nice, pink is nice, so why not have them together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Women have the Oh dear, the toilet paper is on its last sheet; must replace it immediately gene. This is entirely absent in men who have the Oh s..t! Can you pass me a toilet roll, love? gene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Men have no opinions about curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.On being told that someone has bought a new car women usually ask what colour it is - men ask what sort is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Women have the If you need to be told I am not going to tell you gene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Women know instinctively what is dangerous or not recommended for babies in their care. Men, generally speaking, do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Men like to have all their stuff (DVDs, CDs, etc) on show to impress their mates. Women like to hide things in cupboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Women have a built in calendar gene - we remember birthdays, anniversaries and appointments effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Ask a woman in the street how to get somewhere and she will direct via shops. Ask a man and it will be via pubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Women put things on the bottom stair to take up next time she has to go upstairs. Men just step over them until told to pick them up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Men appreciate the importance of a 42 inch plasma screen. Women do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.A multi-tasking gene is clearly only owned by women - men can never prepare dinner so that everything is ready at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Women can use sex to get what they want. Men cannot, as sex is what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Women pick up on subtleties and then think about them. Men need things explained IN CAPITAL LETTERS before the message gets through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Men speak in sentences. Women speak in paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.At weddings, women cry then get drunk. Men get drunk, then cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.For men, 2am is time for sleep. For women, 2am is time for a discussion about where our relationship is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.When faced with flat-pack furniture, men never read the manual. Yet they spend hours reading manuals for cars or bikes they will never own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Men can store useless information. Like the top speed of a car they are never going to drive, let alone own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Men can balance an infinite amount of rubbish in the bin, without noticing it is full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Only women can understand other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Women know when all you want is a glass of wine, nodding sympathy and a good whinge. Men offer a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Woman have the diary gene. (And no, they do not make your bums look big).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Women are missing the parking a car in between two straight white lines in an empty car park gene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.If you told a woman that you had just returned from a trip to the surface of the Moon, she would show her interest by asking who you had gone with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Men do not even bother to look for something, then ask where it is and hope that it was the woman who put it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.When men want something they ask for it. When women want something they make a point distantly related to the subject and wait for a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Women have an ability to make men think they are in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Men need a round of applause for emptying the dishwasher. Women think E on the petrol gauge means enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Men use I or me when they should use we or us. Women use we or us when they should use I or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Men have a gene which makes them blissfully unaware of impending emotional outbursts, but which sometimes backfires resulting in the registering of physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Women have the we must name our car gene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Men refuse to pay more than S$8.00 for a hair cut as it is not that important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Men have the capacity to sleep through most sounds, whether it is a baby crying, dog barking, or doorbell ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Men know that common house spiders are far less dangerous than scorpions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Women drive on the stretch of road they can see. Men move through the landscape by car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Women enjoy planning a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Men have an anorak gene, which triggers a lecture on thermo dynamics when asked a simple question requiring a yes or no answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Women eat curry if they like it. Men eat curry to prove they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Men manage to sit in public places with their legs wide open without noticing how startlingly unattractive it is and how they get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Women could never invent weapons that kill, only ones that make you feel really bad and guilty until you surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Women are the only ones with the noticing gene - we notice when something is dirty/nearly empty/out of place and then we bring into play the doing something about it now gene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Men can watch an entire film without having to ask who is that, what does he do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Women know what to do when someone starts to cry. Men tend to shuffle out of the room mumbling something about doing the grouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.Girls cannot climb trees. Furthermore, they cannot be in mens' gang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;46.Men will do something and not think about the risks involved then be sorry after. Women will think about the risks involved before hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;47.A man can choose and buy a pair of shoes in 90 seconds over the internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;48.Men have the ability to make a la, la, la, not listening face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;49.Women pee together. Men do not acknowledge, let alone speak, to each other when peeing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;50.Men have the shed gene, where being locked up in a small wooden structure in quiet contemplation with a collection of garden equipment counts as stimulating entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;51.Men can drive without having to look at themselves in the mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;52.Men have a gene which enables them to answer any question, no matter how complex or important, with Mmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;53.Women make lists upon lists of things for men to do when they know very well we will never do them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;54.Women do not get turned on at the thought of two men together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;55.Men CAN get a bus through there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;56.Men can watch six different channels at the same time and know the name of none of the programmes they claim to be following &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;57.Men can write their names clearly in the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;58.Women can smell old trainers at 100ft, men have to hold them to their nose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;59.Men start a sentence and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;60.....women finish it for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;61.Men enjoy publicising their faults on BBC websites; women enjoy publicising men's faults on BBC websites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;62.Men have the empathy with computers gene. This means they are more likely to be found fiddling about with one rather than doing something useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;63.Men are paid more for doing the same job. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;64.Women have the take things personally gene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;65.Women keep carrier bags hidden away in a cupboard. They even keep carrier bags within carrier bags.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;66.Women parallel process, men parallel park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;67.Men look at going down the gym as a physical activity, to women it is a social event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;68.A woman would look at a sexy man and not be noticed. Men just stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;69.Women think that a good place to keep the TV controller is on top of the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;70.Men have a gene that enables them to maintain a vice like grip on the remote control while reclining on the sofa studying the insides of their eyelids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;71.Women can get by with 10 or 20 CDs. Men need 200 plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;72.Women know that washing machines have programmes for every kind of fabric, colour and quantity and use them appropriately. Men will put a months supply of laundry through the 40 degree cycle (safest guess), regardless of any other detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;73.Women order rice and eat men's chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;74.Men will hear you open a beer from three rooms away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;75.Women recall every outfit they have worn for the past two decades. Men cannot remember what they were wearing yesterday without looking on the floor next to the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;76.If a man knows an acquaintance has given birth to a baby, he will remember the sex and name - if you are lucky. If a woman is told about a birth, she will remember names (first and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;middle), weight, time, how long the labour took and whether medical intervention was required. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;77.Women have the ability to brain dump their entire day when they get home - men can only remember that it went OK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;78.Men cannot watch sports and talk to their wives at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-111832103416715138?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111832103416715138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=111832103416715138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/111832103416715138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/111832103416715138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/06/juz-thought.html' title='Juz a thought.....'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-111685429472392603</id><published>2005-05-24T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T05:21:29.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collide....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love this song.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Collide by Howie Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A light shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're barely waking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Light up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Even the best fall down som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;etimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You make a first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't stop here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I lost my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm close behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Even the wrong words seem to ryhme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Out of the doubt that fills your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You finally find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You finally find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You finally find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-111685429472392603?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111685429472392603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=111685429472392603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/111685429472392603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/111685429472392603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/05/collide.html' title='Collide....'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-111675025768953428</id><published>2005-05-23T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T16:24:17.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miz Misunderstood....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Its so funny a word tatz being used can give pple different impressions about oneself....juz by adding a word in an sms can make someone think something else....i noe you are listening to my sms but please dun take it too personally....tatz the way i talk sometimes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yes, I might still be pissed at you for saying smt tat I ain't....but man, you don't have to so explosive abt it....i noe U noe me well enough, but u ain't a mind reader, U won't noe the real me......&amp; i won't noe the real U untill time show us.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-111675025768953428?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/111675025768953428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/111675025768953428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/05/miz-misunderstood.html' title='Miz Misunderstood....'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-111624047401568501</id><published>2005-05-17T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T05:49:19.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The effect of coffee.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;Its been awhile since i last had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;....So me n Dear went to McCafe,East Coast &amp; i bought &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;double chocolate fudge cheesecake&lt;/span&gt; and caramel frap......The actual planning was i wanted to blade, but Dear doesn't want to...i was quite surprised when he said he dislike blading,preferring cycling....me on the hand,doesn't noe how to cycling at all....its quite embarrassing not knowing how to cycle and swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/5761/640/RIMG0125.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/5761/320/RIMG0125.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'cool' effect&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;anyway we ended up hanging out in front of the beach, enjoying the cool breeze and Dear's company...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, i knew i shouldn't have drank tat frap, i can't sleep the whole nite...i noe some people who can still sleep with caffeine in their blood system...guess i'm not really a coffee person.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-111624047401568501?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111624047401568501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=111624047401568501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/111624047401568501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/111624047401568501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/05/effect-of-coffee.html' title='The effect of coffee.....'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887605.post-111606158186271435</id><published>2005-05-15T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T18:46:26.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;My first posting...&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my blog online....i had created an account b4,but *duh* forgot the user name and such......I created it in such a hurry,was very bz untill my mood strikes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,i'm not feeling well,been having cold since last week....tot i was feeling better these last few days, yesterday i feel like bit of breathless....wasn't really chasing the kids and it was quite a relaxing day.....me &amp; the children did marshmellow ant and it looked quite appetizing,with nutella on top...and little 'legs' sticking out..... for the eyes, i used round biscuits with icing on top......the parents were quite impressive with their child's art work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24692138@N00/13796011/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24692138@N00/13796011/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24692138@N00/13796011/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos12.flickr.com/13796011_197c7dd156_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Children getting ready to make their 'art'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta rest, i'm not in the mood to continue.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887605-111606158186271435?l=nurznfaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111606158186271435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887605&amp;postID=111606158186271435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/111606158186271435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887605/posts/default/111606158186271435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurznfaz.blogspot.com/2005/05/getting-ready.html' title='getting ready'/><author><name>Nurz is cherishing this life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
