<?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-15635851</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:05:29.810+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Introduction'/><category term='NP'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Guys'/><category term='Clubbing'/><category term='Homecoming'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Girlfriends'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Deena'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Work'/><category term='BenandJerry&apos;s'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Cedar'/><category term='Trip'/><category term='School'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>TheUnspoken</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-1979872943972650584</id><published>2010-02-27T05:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T05:16:26.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>26. Random morning thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My thoughts are racing at the weirdest hour - 5 am in the morning. Purely random. I never get bored of people-watching :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-1979872943972650584?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/1979872943972650584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=1979872943972650584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/1979872943972650584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/1979872943972650584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/02/26-random-morning-thought.html' title='26. Random morning thought'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-5324639096618408232</id><published>2010-02-22T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:41:36.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25. Effort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S4IJjl04e2I/AAAAAAAABvQ/KJ3L7DM0DZQ/s1600-h/tumblr_ky60wyLO4E1qzq0x0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S4IJjl04e2I/AAAAAAAABvQ/KJ3L7DM0DZQ/s400/tumblr_ky60wyLO4E1qzq0x0o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440921806870969186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It is always easier said than done - the act of trusting sometimes manifests in the simplest ways, don't you think so? I realise that sometimes insecurity breeds beneath all the smiles without us even noticing it engulfing us. I'm not going to beat myself up for being guilty of this but rather, I will remind myself everyday to take that leap of faith and continue trusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-5324639096618408232?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/5324639096618408232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=5324639096618408232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/5324639096618408232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/5324639096618408232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/02/25-effort.html' title='&lt;B&gt;25. Effort&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S4IJjl04e2I/AAAAAAAABvQ/KJ3L7DM0DZQ/s72-c/tumblr_ky60wyLO4E1qzq0x0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-6502550482896162583</id><published>2010-02-21T18:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:08:39.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cedar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>24. Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S4ESt32fohI/AAAAAAAABvI/JIKC_kupNAs/s1600-h/hana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S4ESt32fohI/AAAAAAAABvI/JIKC_kupNAs/s400/hana1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440650404136198674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S4ESqMbHZ9I/AAAAAAAABvA/lLPtThA-_V8/s1600-h/hana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S4ESqMbHZ9I/AAAAAAAABvA/lLPtThA-_V8/s400/hana2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440650340939032530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dearest Farhana turned 20 on 19th of February :) I hope you liked the surprises - I know it wasn't the best I am capable of coming up with (hahaha) but nonetheless, I hope I made it memorable in a way or two. 7 years of friendship and still counting, thinking back now I miss our petty and childish days. Haha! Bike license is next on the agenda okay. I love you, my monthly BW partner :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-6502550482896162583?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/6502550482896162583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=6502550482896162583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/6502550482896162583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/6502550482896162583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/02/24-hearts.html' title='24. Hearts'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S4ESt32fohI/AAAAAAAABvI/JIKC_kupNAs/s72-c/hana1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-7307385909560846775</id><published>2010-02-19T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:35:11.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>23. You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S34jA2qxDLI/AAAAAAAABu4/3aQWsQzniQw/s1600-h/xx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S34jA2qxDLI/AAAAAAAABu4/3aQWsQzniQw/s400/xx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439823897491999922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-7307385909560846775?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/7307385909560846775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=7307385909560846775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/7307385909560846775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/7307385909560846775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/02/23-you.html' title='23. You'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S34jA2qxDLI/AAAAAAAABu4/3aQWsQzniQw/s72-c/xx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-8887439109528807512</id><published>2010-02-17T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:58:26.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>22. Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S3uvkoxVmUI/AAAAAAAABuw/hpP6fCABF9s/s1600-h/pl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S3uvkoxVmUI/AAAAAAAABuw/hpP6fCABF9s/s400/pl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439134018934511938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-8887439109528807512?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/8887439109528807512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=8887439109528807512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/8887439109528807512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/8887439109528807512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/02/22-sweet.html' title='22. Sweet'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S3uvkoxVmUI/AAAAAAAABuw/hpP6fCABF9s/s72-c/pl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-4078516968040689523</id><published>2010-02-16T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:08:29.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>21. LUST!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S3o1rhKvcwI/AAAAAAAABuo/ymkgya-JPRA/s1600-h/tumblr_kxr8hotqKU1qzwngdo1_500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S3o1rhKvcwI/AAAAAAAABuo/ymkgya-JPRA/s400/tumblr_kxr8hotqKU1qzwngdo1_500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438718521757364994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I WANT I WANT I WANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-4078516968040689523?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/4078516968040689523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=4078516968040689523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/4078516968040689523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/4078516968040689523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/02/21-lust.html' title='21. LUST!!'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S3o1rhKvcwI/AAAAAAAABuo/ymkgya-JPRA/s72-c/tumblr_kxr8hotqKU1qzwngdo1_500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-1501039302928275285</id><published>2010-02-14T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:55:11.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>20. It's gettin' hot in here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S3gK2MMPzKI/AAAAAAAABug/dDMJ-UpflbI/s1600-h/SDC10441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S3gK2MMPzKI/AAAAAAAABug/dDMJ-UpflbI/s400/SDC10441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438108476151680162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The weather has been insane. A few days back, the boy and I was on the way to Vivocity from school. Halfway through we alighted halfway just to have some cooling air and ice-cream at Swensen's (Holland Village). I'm not a fan of hydrating myself with water but that day, I felt like I could faint anytime from dehydration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-1501039302928275285?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/1501039302928275285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=1501039302928275285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/1501039302928275285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/1501039302928275285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/02/20-its-gettin-hot-in-here.html' title='20. It&apos;s gettin&apos; hot in here'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S3gK2MMPzKI/AAAAAAAABug/dDMJ-UpflbI/s72-c/SDC10441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-6798355919846195772</id><published>2010-02-08T08:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:55:00.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>19. Early mornin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I’ve made mistakes in my life. I’ve let people take advantage of me, and I accepted way less than I deserve. But, I’ve learned from my bad choices and even though there are some things I can never get back and people who will never be sorry, I’ll know better next time and I won’t settle for anything less than I deserve.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-6798355919846195772?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/6798355919846195772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=6798355919846195772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/6798355919846195772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/6798355919846195772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/02/19-early-mornin.html' title='19. Early mornin&apos;'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-7837163175218713027</id><published>2010-02-07T18:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:54:48.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>18. Surrender is not my forte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d167/nsquareee/dsdasd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 312px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d167/nsquareee/dsdasd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Efforts of purpose resolute and unvarying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Moving along the pathway of outcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Unremitting to the goal intended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;No consideration of straying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Determined through the delays and frustrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Inspiration fuels the course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Stumbling occasionally in pursuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;On target nonetheless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Through the storms, and merciless encounters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A mind in focus and a heart beats still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Covered grounds conquered with insistence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;No way I shall be turning back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Too much to lose is at stake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Surrender is not my forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In it to the finish, I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;From the beginning, that was the plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Triumph and accomplishment wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Inside perseverance’s gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The elation of the proverbial light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It’s something worth experiencing again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;- a blog entry, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-7837163175218713027?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/7837163175218713027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=7837163175218713027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/7837163175218713027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/7837163175218713027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/02/18-surrender-is-not-my-forte.html' title='18. Surrender is not my forte'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-2594463135031872211</id><published>2010-02-06T01:42:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:56:58.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>17. One after another</title><content type='html'>I have been too lazy to do pictorial entries because I keep having new photos in my camera. But one of my resolutions for 2010 is to keep track of the good times I've had, especially in the form of photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stick to it, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th of January was my bestfriend's birthday surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZhtyxdGI/AAAAAAAABuY/161x7LtJ2uY/s1600-h/SDC10280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZhtyxdGI/AAAAAAAABuY/161x7LtJ2uY/s400/SDC10280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434817286092452962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here. The first picture is the start of all lies - lunch at NUS with Fadilah the silly girl who believed all lies, Deena and Sufi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZd9JZmiI/AAAAAAAABuQ/pGsaACQtqYg/s1600-h/SDC10291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZd9JZmiI/AAAAAAAABuQ/pGsaACQtqYg/s400/SDC10291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434817221494413858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The surprise at night was at Mex Brenner with the coolcats and awesome chocolate loving. Some of us continued staying out till 5am in the morning - eating and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZaNkTiDI/AAAAAAAABuI/puO6lLeIHiI/s1600-h/SDC10299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZaNkTiDI/AAAAAAAABuI/puO6lLeIHiI/s400/SDC10299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434817157182752818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had school at 8am, Khairil had work at TUAS at 8am. At 430am, we were still at Al-Azhar with special appearances from Johnston and Lloyd who were staying over in school. All of us were exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued on with Friday's activities - school in the morning until 6pm, followed by HS Bonding Camp which took place from Friday till Sunday morning. I don't have much pictures, except for the first night when I was not part of the blindfolded people :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZSd18PdI/AAAAAAAABt4/x-6ufo1FGoc/s1600-h/SDC10316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZSd18PdI/AAAAAAAABt4/x-6ufo1FGoc/s400/SDC10316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434817024112737746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZHshaaOI/AAAAAAAABto/S3cM6ndyeIE/s1600-h/SDC10324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZHshaaOI/AAAAAAAABto/S3cM6ndyeIE/s400/SDC10324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434816839074605282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZEhFfnTI/AAAAAAAABtg/Sny2XIvoJMo/s1600-h/SDC10341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZEhFfnTI/AAAAAAAABtg/Sny2XIvoJMo/s400/SDC10341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434816784465108274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bunch of people I was with for 3D2N :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After camp on Sunday, I had a date with the bestfriend in the afternoon. It was her official birthday so it was awesome that I managed to spend it with her. Simple early dinner affair with ice cream and some catching up:) We had our favourite, favourite butter squid (below) and I had beef porridge, to make up from all the chicken that was served with Nasi Lemak during camp :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZBI4XTqI/AAAAAAAABtY/dlsEMSXYgcs/s1600-h/SDC10349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZBI4XTqI/AAAAAAAABtY/dlsEMSXYgcs/s400/SDC10349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434816726427979426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xY-HTvUrI/AAAAAAAABtQ/mTmUThJz3vM/s1600-h/SDC10350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xY-HTvUrI/AAAAAAAABtQ/mTmUThJz3vM/s400/SDC10350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434816674466321074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exams in 2 weeks, so I doubt there will be many outings. I am currently in highly stressed mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-2594463135031872211?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/2594463135031872211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=2594463135031872211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/2594463135031872211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/2594463135031872211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/02/17-one-after-another.html' title='17. One after another'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S2xZhtyxdGI/AAAAAAAABuY/161x7LtJ2uY/s72-c/SDC10280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-2196527301876772093</id><published>2010-02-04T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:51:21.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>16. Purrft.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span colour="666666"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes, people think you are the joke of the day. But little do they know, that everything, everything is intentional - even their laughter. They don't realise that they are, the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-2196527301876772093?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/2196527301876772093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=2196527301876772093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/2196527301876772093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/2196527301876772093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/02/16-purrft.html' title='16. Purrft.'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-2722345658537410058</id><published>2010-02-02T12:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:56:40.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>15. Find the guy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who will blindfold you and take you to the beach, let you run your toes through the sand and then make you guess where we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who will show up at your games without you knowing just to surprise you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who will hold you when you are crying and wipe away your tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who still thinks that you're beautiful even without makeup but instead, in sweat and a big t-shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who won't pressure you to do things you dont want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who will show up at your house with soup and a movie when you aren't feeling well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who kisses you on the forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who doesnt kiss and tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who actually listens to you when you talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who's excited all day because im looking forward to our date that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who is contented to just be able to hold you and wants nothing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who can't help but smile when you walk into the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who is perfectly happy with staying in and watching movies and cuddling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who won't lie to you about where he's going or where he's been or who he's been with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who gets butterflies when he hears  your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who's not afraid to tell his friends he loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who isn't afraid to tell you he loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who isn't always trying to act like a hard ass around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who will tell you how he feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who doesn't care about your imperfections and loves you more for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who will hold you while we watch the sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;who really wants to make you the happiest girl in the world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-2722345658537410058?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/2722345658537410058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=2722345658537410058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/2722345658537410058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/2722345658537410058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/02/15-find-guy.html' title='15. Find the guy...'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-6131002810142027788</id><published>2010-01-31T11:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:17:48.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>14. A lesson or two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pv-tech.org/images/uploads/miscellaneous_solar/judge_hammer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.pv-tech.org/images/uploads/miscellaneous_solar/judge_hammer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span colour="666666"&gt;The past few days have been physically exhausting due to the lack of sleep since Thursday. Nonetheless, it's been meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First lesson: When you make sacrifices for the important people, it's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the smile on their face which planted one on mine. I had fun on Fadilah's 21st birthday surprise - a surprise at Max Brenner, followed by night out till 5am in the morning despite having school at 8am. It was worth it and hell, it was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second lesson: First impression counts but there's more than what meets the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am human and undeniably, I am packaged with pre-conceived notions which I cannot get rid of. The past few days spent with new and different individuals opened up my eyes to one thing which all of us are probably aware and guilty of - that we can spend a large part of our lives judging people without actually knowing anything about them. Equipped with these powerful yet potentially dangerous, unconscious knowledge, sometimes it's hard to overcome the inertia of breaking the ice. We are the ones responsible for creating a barrier between us and the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to put aside judgements. But I think this is where I can apply again what late Dad taught me 12years ago - what he told me when I had so much angst even at a young and tender age, what I saw him doing when he was around, what I deduced after analyzing his traits years down the road after he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go of those judgements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may I add to the phrase - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let go and give everyone a chance - it's not their loss when you hold back. It's yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to love the world when you learn to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-6131002810142027788?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/6131002810142027788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=6131002810142027788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/6131002810142027788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/6131002810142027788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/01/14-lesson-or-two.html' title='14. A lesson or two'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-2013676856822915222</id><published>2010-01-26T00:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:15:42.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>13. Minus two minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://slimaneboussoufa.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/paolo-coelho-eleven-minutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 237px; display: block; height: 420px;" alt="" src="http://slimaneboussoufa.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/paolo-coelho-eleven-minutes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span colour="666666"&gt;Since I can't afford to fritter my money away, I thought it best just to watch other people. I stood for a long time by the roller coaster, and I noticed that most people get on it in search of excitement, but that once it starts, they are terrified and want the cars to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they expect? Having chose adventure, shouldn't they be prepared to go the whole way? Or do they think that the intelligent thing to do would be to avoid the ups and downs and spend all their time on a carousel, going round and round on the spot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm far too lonely to think about love, but I have to believe that it will happen, that I will find a job, and that I am here because I chose this fate. The roller coaster is my life; life is a fast, dizzying game; life is a parachute jump; it's taking chances, falling over and getting up again; it's mountaineering; it's wanting to get to the very top of yourself and to feel angry and dissatisfied when you don't manage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy being far from my family and from the language in which I can express all my feelings and emotions, but, from now on, whenever I feel depressed, I will remember the funfair. If I had fallen asleep and suddenly woken up on a roller coaster, what would I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would feel trapped and sick, terrified of every bend, wanting to get off. However, if I believe that the track is my destiny and that God is in charge of the machine, then the nightmare becomes something thrilling. It becomes exactly what it is, a roller coaster, a safe, reliable toy, which will eventually stop, but while the journey lasts, I must look at the surrounding landscape and whoop with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven Minutes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-2013676856822915222?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/2013676856822915222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=2013676856822915222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/2013676856822915222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/2013676856822915222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/01/13-minus-two.html' title='13. Minus two minutes'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-5687271455659139314</id><published>2010-01-17T05:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:15:25.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>12. A series of fortunate events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span colour="666666"&gt;Semester 2 wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. Despite the shitload amount of work, I managed have my weekly (if not daily) dose of fun :D I think that's pretty evident from my frequent pictorial entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I've been seeing this small sister, who is hitting the 2-0 next month (I just had to add that in), pretty often lately. Better make use of all the time before she returns to school and probably ditch me for notes and books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She brought me to Nabin's at Arab St which was a bitch to find. Seriously! But as usual, the reward was awesome. We were greeted by spacious AND comfortable corner to chill by ourselves and be silly. Food was alright. I felt like I was paying for the place, not the food but it's alright. It was worth my money. Above is my baked potato with sour cream &amp;amp; chicken pieces (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a pretty place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next up was the HS Charity Party organised by the HS Delegates main committee. I was pretty ambitious. The idea sketched in my mind was pretty detailed but 1 day before the event, I had downscaled my idea so much that it only required me to paint myself blue. I wanted to be Neytiri. Thanks to the bestfriend for following me around town to find ideas, Norizan and Suhana who had painstakingly helped me with the process (dirtying themselves too). I would like to apologize to the cleaner who had to clean the toilet the next morning. She must have cursed when she saw the mess I made in the toilet. I did make an attempt to clean up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px; display: block; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 239px; display: block; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't take much photos with my camera because I was afraid of staining it. I wish more people had turned up to hype up the atmosphere but it was fun nonetheless. The dressing up part was fun :D And watching someone play guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after HS Party, I had a date to watch Jiwo Jiro @ Esplanade. I was excited because 1) I was there to see Lala perform 2) It's been eons since I watched a theatre production! As usual, The Necessary Stage did not disappoint me :D There were lessons to take back from the play and I was glad that I went to watch it. It was the first time I watched a set with a large cast, it was quite a surprise at the beginning. Being there reminded me of Off-Centre, I hope they will show it again someday :) Still my favourite play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px; display: block; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the play, I had my very much missed Popeye's (the boy doesn't share the same sentiment with me on this) chicken, mashed potatoes and biscuit! :D Why can't they have it nearer to home? The Spy Next Door completed our night before we head back (and continued being the nocturnals we have always been) &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's 8.24am now and I haven't gotten any shut eye. Off I go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-5687271455659139314?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/5687271455659139314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=5687271455659139314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/5687271455659139314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/5687271455659139314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/01/12-series-of-forturnate-events.html' title='12. A series of fortunate events'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/blog%20sunday%20170110/th_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-125836184887907905</id><published>2010-01-15T11:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:14:58.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>11. Yikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S0_gKBFlESI/AAAAAAAABsQ/sEPcN-BXMYI/s1600-h/anxiety-paul-bradbury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 336px; display: block; height: 260px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426802538699886882" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S0_gKBFlESI/AAAAAAAABsQ/sEPcN-BXMYI/s400/anxiety-paul-bradbury.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Perfect to describe what I am feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-125836184887907905?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/125836184887907905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=125836184887907905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/125836184887907905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/125836184887907905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/01/11-yikes.html' title='11. Yikes'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S0_gKBFlESI/AAAAAAAABsQ/sEPcN-BXMYI/s72-c/anxiety-paul-bradbury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-1541599622626786052</id><published>2010-01-14T15:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:14:42.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>10. Sucked back in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S07FkHS82wI/AAAAAAAABsI/-O_uiKPZGII/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426491825252522754" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S07FkHS82wI/AAAAAAAABsI/-O_uiKPZGII/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had hopes of breaking the mundane routine of school life and attachment during December break but the last minute decision to visit another town was not a possible idea - it's fully booked everywhere. Being insistent on leaving even for a short while, I left for a short trip to KL last week end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S07FgNIbOkI/AAAAAAAABsA/zFKZLJ8ba_0/s1600-h/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426491758099511874" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S07FgNIbOkI/AAAAAAAABsA/zFKZLJ8ba_0/s400/34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The waterfall that I visited at Hutan Lipur Sungai Kanching wasn't all majestic but the serenity is something that I miss. I wish it was a bigger area for us to trek, wished that we had more time to ourselves to return the next day but well, you gotta make do with whatever you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S07FT6zVDzI/AAAAAAAABrw/KnvPgUrauTc/s1600-h/56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 356px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426491547020758834" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S07FT6zVDzI/AAAAAAAABrw/KnvPgUrauTc/s400/56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the trip was just about stuffing our bellies with cheap (taking currency exchange into consideration) and good food. From A&amp;amp;W for their coney dog, root bear float, mini burgers, Manhattan Fish Market and many more. We were still eating in the train on the way back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S07FPwD2tZI/AAAAAAAABro/-FfYv4ETCfE/s1600-h/78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 356px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426491475417806226" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S07FPwD2tZI/AAAAAAAABro/-FfYv4ETCfE/s400/78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I have alot of disposable time on hand to waste over there. But it was good to be able to spend some time away with someone and just enjoy our time there. It's also during this period that I learnt to appreciate affectionate gestures shown to me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S07FK92DGGI/AAAAAAAABrg/PvLSFv6_krg/s1600-h/910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 356px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426491393218648162" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S07FK92DGGI/AAAAAAAABrg/PvLSFv6_krg/s400/910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As for now, it is back to the cruel reality - projects, presentations, tests, quizzes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-1541599622626786052?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/1541599622626786052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=1541599622626786052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/1541599622626786052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/1541599622626786052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-sucked-back-in.html' title='10. Sucked back in'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S07FkHS82wI/AAAAAAAABsI/-O_uiKPZGII/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-3427846875187036419</id><published>2010-01-07T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:13:58.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>9. Cats and Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S0VTdyiDIdI/AAAAAAAABrQ/STlWNFxHBjY/s1600-h/146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 236px; display: block; height: 370px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423833097483526610" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S0VTdyiDIdI/AAAAAAAABrQ/STlWNFxHBjY/s400/146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-3427846875187036419?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/3427846875187036419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=3427846875187036419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/3427846875187036419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/3427846875187036419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/01/9-cats-and-dogs.html' title='9. Cats and Dogs'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/S0VTdyiDIdI/AAAAAAAABrQ/STlWNFxHBjY/s72-c/146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-7379826874495460122</id><published>2010-01-01T14:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:57:20.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>8. The big change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;First post of the year! NYE 09 was a little different from the previous years and it has been added into my list of 'First time I...' I spent the day with different groups of people - Cedar homecoming in the morning, people from school in the evening, people from Johnston's side at midnight. To sum it up, I enjoyed the end of my 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not about to narrate the chronicles of the past year because this space wouldn't be enough but I will share what are 2 most significant events of 2009 worth the mention :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px; display: block; height: 160px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421659016022463890" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/Sz2aJl9QFZI/AAAAAAAABmI/NoIKltMu-6s/s200/first+exam+in+NP.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first significant event took place in the first half of the year. School was the start of all the big changes in my life thus far. I spent about 5 years dreaming to live this day and I got to say, because of school, 2009 was the best year I have ever lived thus far. I have never regretted being so adamant on my decision, rebelling against people and the instituition that I was previously in just to do nursing. I no longer care when people tell me that I could have done better elsewhere because I believe I'm at my best where my interest lies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px; display: block; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421665225312328898" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/Sz2fzBXUXMI/AAAAAAAABmQ/09fCsSBYK0c/s200/first+time+going+for+a+chalet+with+poly+people,+first+time+i+met+you.bmp" border="0" /&gt;The second big change came during the second half of the year, unexpectedly. It came about during a class chalet with I was pretty reluctant to stay over at due to the meagre number of response from people. But I did and I was glad because undeniably, it was the turning point for my friendship with people and for my life. It was 2 nights worth of sharing life stories with the people above and knowing each other beyond what we had imagined on our initial meet up. It was an opportunity I had to know Shirah better - I honestly thought we couldn't really click when I first met her in NP (She was my first friend!). I am always thankful for such opportunities and I hope for more of such with my other friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And needless to say who else I got to know better from that day and still getting to know now every single day :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-7379826874495460122?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/7379826874495460122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=7379826874495460122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/7379826874495460122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/7379826874495460122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2010/01/8-big-change.html' title='8. The big change'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/Sz2aJl9QFZI/AAAAAAAABmI/NoIKltMu-6s/s72-c/first+exam+in+NP.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-7080294193239263491</id><published>2009-12-31T12:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:13:47.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deena'/><title type='text'>7. Through the years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/4years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/4years.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:666666;"&gt; 2009 and 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;same people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;same place&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/15635851-7080294193239263491?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/7080294193239263491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=7080294193239263491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/7080294193239263491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/7080294193239263491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2009/12/6-through-years.html' title='7. Through the years'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/th_4years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-235977585764832399</id><published>2009-12-31T12:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:13:23.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cedar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homecoming'/><title type='text'>6. Once A Cedarian, Always A Cedarian</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="666666"&gt;From the day I received the invitation to Cedar Homecoming 2009, I had already decided I wanted to go. It was quite a disappointment because I did not see many of my ex-classmates but it was a trip worth my time because it's always fun to reminisce the days of being a Cedarian :) Farhana had kindly decided to lend me her uniform and even sent the skirt for alteration just so I can live the days of being a Cedarian again :) Thanks a bunch dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10857.jpg" /&gt;These are the two girls who have stuck with me through thick and thin since I was 13. Our friendship has blossomed over the years and I am glad that no matter how distant we are, at the end of the day, I can still find them lingering around in my life &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was sad that they took away the square area in the between the two classroom blocks. It was there where we spent time emo-ing during our younger days, Farhana and I running around over Lee Ryan's poster (haha, which I still have in my file) and simply just slack around in between lesson and break time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10856.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken outside 4H, in memory of Deena (and other people from other classes) coming to our class for food after each F&amp;amp;N lesson, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10851.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Junior :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will always label her as the hottest teacher in Cedar who always had tanned skin and wore fitting clothes with matching pumps everyday! That's her son, Zachary :) Now we label her as hot mum. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10841.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bumped into Vivian :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10836.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the legendary discipline mistress! She was telling us, "No no, I cannot take a picture with you in a skirt so short like that!" I look like the typical problem child in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10839.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bestfriend who hated me when we were in lower sec. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smallieeeeeeee &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10827.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10825.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10812.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10815.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/SDC10805.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm proud to be a Cedarian :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-235977585764832399?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/235977585764832399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=235977585764832399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/235977585764832399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/235977585764832399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-once-cedarian-always-cedarian.html' title='6. Once A Cedarian, Always A Cedarian'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/Cedar%20homecoming%202009/th_SDC10857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-7165711216493045082</id><published>2009-12-29T15:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:16:27.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BenandJerry&apos;s'/><title type='text'>5. One of the goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/SzmwmVLwU0I/AAAAAAAABlE/8jf0gTsDI_s/s1600-h/I+just+miss+being+a+scoopy..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420557799085069122" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/SzmwmVLwU0I/AAAAAAAABlE/8jf0gTsDI_s/s200/I+just+miss+being+a+scoopy..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; One of the changes as I charge head on into 2010 would be leaving behind my first ever long term part time job - a scooper at Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's Vivocity. I actually do miss scooping ice cream, the silly things we do when we get bored in the shop, getting fat from eating all the wrong orders. I miss the little kids that come by - they never fail to make me smile. I do intend to go back once in a while but well, the new scoopers now are what, 16? 17?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all the other things in life - we have to move on and find new things somewhere else instead of holding on to the past, no matter how good it was/can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-7165711216493045082?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/7165711216493045082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=7165711216493045082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/7165711216493045082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/7165711216493045082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-one-of-goodbyes.html' title='5. One of the goodbyes'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/SzmwmVLwU0I/AAAAAAAABlE/8jf0gTsDI_s/s72-c/I+just+miss+being+a+scoopy..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-2006206623717486050</id><published>2009-12-29T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:11:50.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>4. End and Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/SzjYdbkLlcI/AAAAAAAABk8/q2daz5Xp46w/s1600-h/first+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420320151667709378" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/SzjYdbkLlcI/AAAAAAAABk8/q2daz5Xp46w/s200/first+halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;First time I dressed up for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of 2009 is looming near - it has been a great, great year. A year filled with many firsts and I hope that's how it'll be like for the upcoming year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-2006206623717486050?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/2006206623717486050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=2006206623717486050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/2006206623717486050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/2006206623717486050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-end-and-begin.html' title='4. End and Begin'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ce7giCrQwcw/SzjYdbkLlcI/AAAAAAAABk8/q2daz5Xp46w/s72-c/first+halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-6144429257399137736</id><published>2009-12-25T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:11:36.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><title type='text'>3. Yum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/tumblr_kv2dntINH91qzgp5ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 254px; display: block; height: 412px;" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/tumblr_kv2dntINH91qzgp5ko1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span colour="666666"&gt;Guys good with kids? Major plus point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot guys with kids? Major major plus point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot dad with kids like the one above?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no adjective to describe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-6144429257399137736?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/6144429257399137736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=6144429257399137736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/6144429257399137736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/6144429257399137736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-yum.html' title='3. Yum'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-3355542174844680820</id><published>2009-12-20T18:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:11:07.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubbing'/><title type='text'>2. Praying to be the prey</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 199px; display: block; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/SDC10548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 163px; display: block; height: 205px;" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii404/trivialie/SDC10553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Recently, I lost the zest for clubbing. I actually preferred talking outside with the double Js. I did not really enjoy myself but it was interesting to sit outside the club at 4am, watching people go by. Girls in their high heels and skimpy clothes. A familiar issue was tugging at me so I allowed myself to sink deeper into my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls dressed in minimal clothes really should not blame the guys when unwanted hands go roaming on their skin and up their skirt when they go clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-3355542174844680820?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/3355542174844680820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=3355542174844680820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/3355542174844680820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/3355542174844680820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-praying-to-be-prey.html' title='2. Praying to be the prey'/><author><name>nurul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18334016496523131382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635851.post-8275489129285713564</id><published>2009-12-19T19:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:10:14.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>1. A new start to an old endin</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="666666"&gt;Amateur HTML work to kickstart this blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I actually do miss this space. I don't know how I got here ever since my departure in 2006. Perhaps people don't understand what's the connection between this virtual space and a person. Neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure I have recovered parts of myself - my long lost self. It has been a long journey and to return to where I left off seems like the next right move. Maybe one phase of my self-discovery has ended and that's why I've decided to leave trivialie.livejournal.com. I did some overhaul to my Facebook account as well. If you're a friend, you'll realise the changes. Or maybe it's just the end-of-year feeling getting to me (if it is, it's kind of early still).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toast to change &lt;br /&gt;- a journey of hope, faith, simplicity and optimism :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635851-8275489129285713564?l=nsquareee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/feeds/8275489129285713564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635851&amp;postID=8275489129285713564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/8275489129285713564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635851/posts/default/8275489129285713564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsquareee.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-new-start-to-old-ending.html' title='1. 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