<?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-5136540361754255195</id><updated>2012-02-14T20:16:12.144+08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='E- day'/><category term='Going Places'/><category term='Berangan je'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='Wedding steps'/><category term='wedding talks'/><category term='Story time'/><category term='English'/><category term='Gastronomous'/><category term='give away'/><category term='family'/><category term='Ngerepak'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='DIY project'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='us=)'/><category term='bored'/><category term='kegelian'/><category term='Song and Lyrics'/><category term='school'/><category term='Us =)'/><category term='Sharing is caring'/><category term='Stresss'/><title type='text'>Nurul ngerepak</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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>542</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-3648625243754768571</id><published>2012-02-14T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:16:12.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>What I've been up to</title><content type='html'>I know I have put up less pictures nowadays.haha the same reason stands. Privacy and security purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I took some pictures lately. Not many but still, have something to show you.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8BFS-5cWL4/TzpL_lGLfjI/AAAAAAAACZk/MRpNe_v2TB8/s1600/2012-02-13+15.37.16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8BFS-5cWL4/TzpL_lGLfjI/AAAAAAAACZk/MRpNe_v2TB8/s400/2012-02-13+15.37.16.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm the advisor (teacher) for Skuasy.hehe Since our school doesnt have the court, we'll meet at one of the hotels in Melaka city that has the facility. RM5/hour per court.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_1Vc3hMGLHY/TzpMdlFiJiI/AAAAAAAACZs/ZFVNGjpRWzk/s1600/2012-02-14+09.38.01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_1Vc3hMGLHY/TzpMdlFiJiI/AAAAAAAACZs/ZFVNGjpRWzk/s400/2012-02-14+09.38.01.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've been helping my panitia teacher with her compiling works. I have too much free time that I've been asking to be given works just to kill the boredom.haha so today I helped her to make this collage. She's compiling some of her students' work for MUET.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least, my love letters for Valentine. hahaa Ok just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remember I was so frustrated with the students yesterday?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought of a way to handle my situation. So today after the formative test, I asked them to take out a piece of paper and write what they like/dislike about my way of teaching. No name should be written. Then I asked them suggestions of activities that they want to do in class. I didnt have time to read in school so I brought all the 'letters' home. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i57PNu9orHs/TzpM2wYW0NI/AAAAAAAACZ0/WCZWqrvS6H8/s1600/2012-02-14+17.13.32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i57PNu9orHs/TzpM2wYW0NI/AAAAAAAACZ0/WCZWqrvS6H8/s400/2012-02-14+17.13.32.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Based on all the comments, lemme lay out the summary of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Basically they are ok with my style. My explanations are ok. My voice projection is fine. Basically ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There were few complaints tho. Quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cikgu jangan tulis besau2 kat papan putih&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cikgu tak banyak bagi keja rumah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nak pulak keja rumah banyak. Bagi kang tak hantau.hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, I told them why I was upset yesterday. Why I screamed. Why I walked out of the class. Some of them admitted that they were naughty in their letter so I think I got the message through.hehe Now I feel at peace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s Baru faham perasaan cikgu yang marah2 dalam kelas. Forgive me Ustazah Nooranita =')&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/5136540361754255195-3648625243754768571?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3648625243754768571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3648625243754768571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-m8BFS-5cWL4/TzpL_lGLfjI/AAAAAAAACZk/MRpNe_v2TB8/s72-c/2012-02-13+15.37.16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-3683406137121086443</id><published>2012-02-13T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T18:08:56.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I lost it again. My temper. In the same class as appeared in the previous post before, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an afternoon class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make the lesson as interesting as possible. Civic education, whaddaya expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, I asked them to hand in their exercise book, sit at their own place and keep quite. So I was looking at this one particular student, asking him to sit down. He just stood there, laughing and looking at me. As if he was challenging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I lost it. I screamed, stood right in front of him and glared at him. I know I have eerie look when I'm angry (hahaha). I stared at him till he couldnt lift his head. The rest went silent too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my temper because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I tried to make the class interactive, meaning even if the students make noise, it's necessary. Worked for few minutes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I had to be on feet walking around most of the time to make sure the students were doing the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hadnt had lunch. Hungry me, angry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Almost lost my voice coz the class is huyeugge. Lontaran suara penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One of the students, kept asking me: cikgu, penting ke buat benda ni? penting ke? He asked for so many times. He didnt see the importance of the lesson. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My last straw was the boy who at that point I thought he was testing my patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically that was it. I'm going to change my strategy again. No more nice Cikgu Ain. No more kiddos.I'll make your life hell. muahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek advice from my panitia teacher. She suggested few ways. I''ll try it one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s Now I understand why some teachers refuse to teach that arent in their field. It's frustrating. I want to teach English......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s After I consulted the panitia teacher, she said she'll make sure I wont teach Civic anymore next year coz I'll be teaching form 6 and one class from lower Form. I like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-3683406137121086443?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3683406137121086443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3683406137121086443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/02/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-5530726222776752163</id><published>2012-02-12T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T09:00:00.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>Once the money's in.....</title><content type='html'>Because of the pending issue of our offer letter, money is no where to be seen. Since I started working the other day, I have planned plans of what to do once the money is in.muehehehe I wanna share witchu all today. Coz it's a new day and I need to blog about something.hehehehe here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get mani and pedi sesh. A colleague told me the outlet in JJ offers cheaper price compared to DP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asuperwomansguide.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/manipedi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://asuperwomansguide.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/manipedi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hair pampering. My hair has gone haywire.hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.crestock.com/3460000-3469999/3467286-xs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.crestock.com/3460000-3469999/3467286-xs.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A massage. I think my body has become a gas tank now. Easily get bloated/fart/burp at random times. and get cramps also.hahahahahhaahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ayushveda.com/blogs/pregnancy/files/2009/07/baby-massage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ayushveda.com/blogs/pregnancy/files/2009/07/baby-massage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I is comel. eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy something for my mom. Delayed birthday gift T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bring the whole family for makan-makan. This time must book Parameswara Umbai. *SLURRRPP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Buy a new laptop. My laptop is dying. I think it's still holding on because she understands my situation. Hang on lappy ='). You've served me well from the past 6 1/2 years. go go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popgadget.net/images/bibi-macbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://www.popgadget.net/images/bibi-macbook.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OH MY GUSI! I'm so gonna pimp my laptop like this. Crazy cute!!! But not yellow for sure. *mouth opens wide*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Save save save save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Wedding IOUs, stuffs and sewaktu dengannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, why wedding stuffs came in last leh? hahaha But all these might no be fulfilled. I know myself too well that when I dont have money, I want so money thing. But when I have money, I lust towards food more than things I really need to buy. Haiya! Let see =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-5530726222776752163?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5530726222776752163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5530726222776752163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/02/once-moneys-in.html' title='Once the money&apos;s in.....'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-4907311965144601833</id><published>2012-02-11T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T17:41:25.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><title type='text'>Legal process</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hola peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I went for my first course as a teacher, BBSM course.hehe Didnt have to go to school.muehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wedding prep updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Currently B and I are working on the legal process. The process is quite tedious but necessary. But it makes me dizzy most of the time. Too many and too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the requirements is to have a letter, official letter from the employer i.e. the school to state that I'm still single. eh betul ke ayat ni?hahah Surat Akuan Bujang. The problem is, I shy to ask. Mak said, malu toksah kawen T___T... But seriously, once I ask about the letter the whole school will be acknowledged that I'm getting married. NO NO NO. I dont like that kind of attention. malu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually I plan to ask for the letter in April. But.... Abah has been bugging me to get all documents ready asap. He keeps telling me 2 bulan je lagi apsal nak tangguh2? See abah den. 3 bulan lagi kot.Not 2 months.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hopefully everything will go smoothly as plan. InsyaAllah =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-4907311965144601833?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4907311965144601833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4907311965144601833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/02/legal-process.html' title='Legal process'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2131501484561680601</id><published>2012-02-10T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:21:45.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>Program Pembangunan Guru Baru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so confused about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh hey, lil bit of introduction, PPGB was first introduced in 2010. A programme to help and guide new teachers in their first year of teaching. Basically, the teachers will need to prepare a folio, reports of the progress made in the first year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I reported myself to JPN the other day, none of us were told about this. Thinking back I think we should've been briefed bout this but on that day I recall, 2 of the speakers werent around erego the briefing was indeed brief. This thing has been bugging my mind since I read that some of my friends went through detail explanation bla bla bla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did ask some of my colleagues who reported for duty last year. They said they went for a orientation for 3 days (the school sent them to a resort hoccay...I is jeles) and they prepared something like a folio. But one of them told me they havent handed in the folio and no body has asked for it. And their statuses have been confirmed. That's why I'm confused because based on what I read and my friends told me we wont be confirmed in service unless we pass the assessment. Dang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I spent few hours this afternoon looking up as much information as possible. Scrutinizing the formats, forms and what nots. What made me more confused and scratched my head harder is we need to be observed by the mentor after 3 months of teaching, I mean after we first started in school. The problem is I'll start teaching in May, when the lower 6s come. Then how la? We'll be observed at least 2 times. hmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I asked my mom did PPD Officers come to observe about the program at her school. She said never. =___='. Based on my readings, the states that are so active with this programme are Johor, Penang, Negeri Sembilan. Melaka none (couldnt find anything on the net).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To play safe, I'll just prepare the thing. At least I'm doing something in case some officers decide to drop by and ask about it.hehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's all about the confusion of the day. I hope the tangle in my head will be untangled soon. Just pray for the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-2131501484561680601?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2131501484561680601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2131501484561680601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/02/program-pembangunan-guru-baru.html' title='Program Pembangunan Guru Baru'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-6281268508511825536</id><published>2012-02-09T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T18:37:26.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My day is filled with challenges. Usually the ones that I dont expect at all. For example, today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a learning assistant to my mentor. That's what it says on paper till I get my own class (s) to teach in May. My routine everyday is to go and see my mentor asking about where's the class will be and what is she planning to do. But today I had to run some errands. 5 minutes before the class started I went to see her. Usually we enter the class together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suddenly today she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Nurul, do you want to enter my class and discuss the trial exam questions with them?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I gasped.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me, alone standing in front of two classes (combined class) with advanced proficiency level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just couldnt say no. I didnt have the face to say no too coz I've been following and observing her when she was teaching and after a month I still say no? sooner or later I'll need to teach. So with fake smile on my face, I said yes. I was damn nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mentor, the bestest in the world understood my concern. Then she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Never mind, you go first. After 20minutes I'll come. I know you cannot do it if I'm there"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly at that time I feel like hugging her. Of course I was more nervous to teach in front of her.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoo, I did went, and I think, I think la I did well for a first timer. Little did I know my mentor was standing and watching me through the back door. Matilaaaaaaaaaaa.hahaha and later she asked me to do the same in another classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's basically what happened today.hehe not to brag but I'm proud of myself for at least trying to be optimistic about everything that's thrown in my way. I panicked at first but managed to pull myself together and tried to do the best. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Working at a prestigious school is no easy. Everyone has high expectation and expect perfection. As for me, the GPK Form 6 looks highly on me because I was trained in maktab before so he expects me to have more exposure than IPT grads. I'm honoured but of course the package is heavy. I'll try my best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyday I thank God for giving me such a good school to start my career. The teachers here especially MUET teachers are so &lt;i&gt;semangat&lt;/i&gt; guiding me in every single way. Even the MUET Panitia is sparing some of her time teaching me how to manage the students, calculate marks, markings etc. My mentor also, who's never stingy in sharing tips about teaching. They really work hard to train me as they know I have zero experience teaching Form 6 students.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are so many things that I wish to learn here before I transfer to other school. Insya Allah. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-6281268508511825536?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6281268508511825536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6281268508511825536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/02/challenge.html' title='Challenge'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-4518420557024658533</id><published>2012-02-07T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T16:27:25.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classroom Control.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today school reopened after 3days of holidays. And as usual, it's Monday Blues day for me.hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FYI, i got a title, Queen of relief classes. From the past 2 weeks, my experiences in relief classes were not beautiful. Screaming students, screaming me. Havoc and noisy. So today, I got a plan. The plan that came when I entered the first relief class for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a Form 3 class where the students are already in the stage of showing their true colors la. The class was noisy at first though I've warned them. Seeing that there's no changes, I got up, took my marker and started writing random words on the board. Then I said: (in bm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I hear any noise from anyone, I'll call you and you must write a sentence using the words written, IN ENGLISH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zappppp! Just like that the class fell silent. With some minor whispers and giggles. HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I love it when my plan works!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Towards the end, there were few students making small noises so I just called them and asked them to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried this plan in a Form 1 class too. However, you know form 1 kids, they became too excited instead =____='... they even asked me to go for few rounds more. And demanded more difficult question.haha But I could say their proficiency is quite good coz few of them could create sentences based on the words 'anticipate'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and 'decapitate'. Walauwehhhh. I only learnt those words in foundation years. Way to go kiddos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a different note, it's my pay back time for my students who didnt hand in their homeworks. muahahahahahahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I did was I called out the names who handed in theirs and made the rest of the class to stand through out the lesson. Then I gave many exercises and told them that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll let you go back early (last period of the day) if I have 22 books on my table at the end of the lesson.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want all exercises to be done including those exercises I gave last week. I'll check each of your book. no play play&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plan works.hahaha I got all the books baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok that's all. I'm super hungry right now. Have MUET listening paper to mark. Toodles~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-4518420557024658533?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4518420557024658533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4518420557024658533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/02/classroom-control.html' title='Classroom Control.'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-4870696557748022045</id><published>2012-02-05T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T11:43:05.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>Of Civic Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite many reminders and threatens given to my students to hand in their homework on Friday, only 7 books were on my table at the end of day. Out of 22. I was angry at first. For two days actually. In fact, I've been rehearsing come back words for the kids and some possible punishment for them when I see them next week. Me, the novice teacher. ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But after&amp;nbsp;thinking&amp;nbsp;thoroughly by myself while cooking, watching tv, bathing even in my dream - that's how much I thought of the issu =D, I almost come to a conclusion. You see, the subject is Civic Education. I believe in all the schools in Malaysia, this subject is given the least attention by the teachers as compared to other critical subjects. However, it is not to be missed that the lesson learnt from the subject is life long. One sign of not having enough civic awareness is not submitting the homework given. Haish. My point is, the students dont give a damn about this subject. That's why they dont bother to complete the homework. Mind you the homework is just to fill in the blanks - 5 questions altogether. =___='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I've decided not to give anymore homework on this subject. My mom advised the same thing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been planning many interesting activities for this subject. I know, it's Civic Education only, why bother so much?haha As I said, the impact. Plus my students are all boys. Boys are more agitated than girls. They get bored easily and they can start misbehave instantly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope my plan will turn out well. InsyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSuzlLLhLo7yfqWN1CuFgHD_acYvbXO0b_CQQdbAmBP531OO6ZigA" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSuzlLLhLo7yfqWN1CuFgHD_acYvbXO0b_CQQdbAmBP531OO6ZigA" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Civic Education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-4870696557748022045?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4870696557748022045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4870696557748022045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/02/of-civic-education.html' title='Of Civic Education'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-4726335912126608491</id><published>2012-02-03T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:56:43.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><title type='text'>Update fast fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4BVDIkkga8Q/Tyt1Ow7yGuI/AAAAAAAACZc/yz75cPgBzY8/s1600/396250_10150571839514863_592954862_8534430_1125102024_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4BVDIkkga8Q/Tyt1Ow7yGuI/AAAAAAAACZc/yz75cPgBzY8/s400/396250_10150571839514863_592954862_8534430_1125102024_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hi, I ikha. I just turn 2. My hair is short coz ibu and ayat cut cut but they no good.hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tIDHtzwERI/Tyt1J7jz44I/AAAAAAAACZM/Y7cYXa6fUlA/s1600/418839_10150571841169863_592954862_8534442_6852105_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tIDHtzwERI/Tyt1J7jz44I/AAAAAAAACZM/Y7cYXa6fUlA/s400/418839_10150571841169863_592954862_8534442_6852105_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fuhh fuhhhh. This candle is so stubborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fLwWoCAthYA/Tyt1GRmj5wI/AAAAAAAACZE/jEljGT7Z2Ks/s1600/431578_10150571843754863_592954862_8534461_1312003547_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fLwWoCAthYA/Tyt1GRmj5wI/AAAAAAAACZE/jEljGT7Z2Ks/s400/431578_10150571843754863_592954862_8534461_1312003547_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My cake is sooo yummeh. Alang, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YJ2E_09BcU/Tyt1Lvf8VzI/AAAAAAAACZU/nhK_gJ-nivo/s1600/402730_10150571844084863_592954862_8534462_1182093207_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YJ2E_09BcU/Tyt1Lvf8VzI/AAAAAAAACZU/nhK_gJ-nivo/s400/402730_10150571844084863_592954862_8534462_1182093207_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeaaa my first doll!! I have few projects in mind already with this dolll.muehehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-4726335912126608491?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4726335912126608491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4726335912126608491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/02/update-fast-fast.html' title='Update fast fast'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-4BVDIkkga8Q/Tyt1Ow7yGuI/AAAAAAAACZc/yz75cPgBzY8/s72-c/396250_10150571839514863_592954862_8534430_1125102024_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-8250462433158042397</id><published>2012-02-02T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T21:54:24.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stresss'/><title type='text'>Serabut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I is so serabut right now =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the pending issue of our salary - still waiting for the offer official letter from the government. Without the letter, the clerk cannot proceed with the salary thingy. I is sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Up to date: My debt is mounting. Sometimes it gives me chill just to see at the amount. I keep track of how much money I owe people - mom and B. Salary, come faster to mummeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School: As a new teacher, many parties want to shove me with works. So far I dont really mind since I dont have many classes to teach till May. But there's this thing happening right now that put me in the utmost uncomfortable situation - ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's this one party who wants me to be the head of this organisation. But there is another party who disagree - because I'm still very new and it's not fair to just pass the work to me without at least give me some room to learn first. Because of this, there was a slight disagreement that left me in between. Now the first party always look at me one kind - as if I was the one who had the say =(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then there's another thing - a total different situation. I am a helper to this one party. But this has aroused dissatisfaction of other parties as they said the first party now has more time to relax bla bla bla since I'm helping with the marking etc. However, what the rest of the parties dont know is everytime after I'm done marking, the first party still have to read and go through my work. It's not like this party gets off the hook of workloads. Coz I'm still in the learning process, the principal wants me to be trained and not given any critical class to teach, at least for now. And because of this stupid - yes I would say stupid because the basis is 'berkira nak mati', the first party is facing some problems. and me as the person who's in between, feel the worst because I dont want to ruin anyone's good relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I is serabut now. I need a vacation. Oh wait. No money =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other hand, I need to be more strict. I hate to be a nice teacher that students can step on my head as they please. Damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-8250462433158042397?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8250462433158042397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8250462433158042397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/02/serabut.html' title='Serabut'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-5659604676253223229</id><published>2012-02-02T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T17:33:07.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ikha!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1sF3se2IFeA/Twlx6ZdwFNI/AAAAAAAACVE/AUnnr5ZxzAY/s1600/2012-01-01+16.52.25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1sF3se2IFeA/Twlx6ZdwFNI/AAAAAAAACVE/AUnnr5ZxzAY/s400/2012-01-01+16.52.25.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday my sweetest niece in the worl!!! =')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alang misses you soo badly that Alang always looks at your picture in her phone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cant wait to see you possibly in March when I go Kedah ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hadiah hutang okeh.haha gaji entah bila masuk. Tapi kalau dah masuk Alang jadi orang kaya.hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semoga membesar menjadi anak yang solehah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother reported for work yesterday. He is finally an official lecturer in UITM. We are all proud of you.!! InsyaAllah one day I will follow suit! ngeh ngeh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-5659604676253223229?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5659604676253223229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5659604676253223229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-birthday-ikha.html' title='Happy Birthday Ikha!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1sF3se2IFeA/Twlx6ZdwFNI/AAAAAAAACVE/AUnnr5ZxzAY/s72-c/2012-01-01+16.52.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-3474882419400665509</id><published>2012-01-31T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T18:54:30.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stresss'/><title type='text'>Lost temper</title><content type='html'>Before I went to report myself for duty, one thing that I kept telling myself was to have more self control over my anger. I didnt want banana to fruit twice, like when I was doing my teaching practicum. I got upset easily and got into mouth fight with students. =__________='.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I broke my only rule today. It happened in my Form 2 class. I'm teaching them Pendidikan Sivik dan Kewarganegaraan. Yesterday during the ice breaking session, they asked me which school I went to bla bla bla. I told them I used to stay in Sarawak for 14 years. And as expected, they had very blur perception or I would say misleading ones about the state. I didnt mind in the beginning because, well they're ignorant. What started as a joke at first turned to something more offensive. I tried to change the perception and moved to the lesson instead. I thought it would stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chumpysclipart.com/images/illustrations/thumbnail/3274_picture_of_a_very_angry_woman_whos_lost_her_temper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.chumpysclipart.com/images/illustrations/thumbnail/3274_picture_of_a_very_angry_woman_whos_lost_her_temper.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to my dismay, one of the students was being super sarcastic and cynical towards me. I was so angry. It was the last period of the day, they came in late about 15minutes from the mosque and the weather was super humid. So you can imagine how was my mood at that time. back to the story, I was teaching, talking about the lesson when this student interrupted me by saying rude remarks about me and Sarawak. and I was like, out of nowhere, ko pe dehal???I just couldnt take it anymooooreee (Ambun's style.hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry that I scolded him, in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What's your problem with me, with Sarawak? You've never been there and you have no rights to say bad things at all. I dont remember bad mouthing your favourite state,Melaka, have i?.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That was when the whole class fell silent. I didnt shout like last time. I just blurted out word by word. Firm. And now I think the boy hates me. But who cares? duh! anddddddddddd back to the lesson I did. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all for your evening reading.hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-3474882419400665509?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3474882419400665509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3474882419400665509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/lost-temper.html' title='Lost temper'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-3782026844909922403</id><published>2012-01-29T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T14:28:11.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you so much that if I have money right now, I would have bought flight ticket and fly to see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-3782026844909922403?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3782026844909922403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3782026844909922403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/miss.html' title='Miss'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-248824394228087972</id><published>2012-01-29T07:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T07:21:24.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of holiday</title><content type='html'>Still in Shah Alam. A short getaway with mom and bro was fun. Getaway la sangat.haha mom wanted to visit ikea so off we went yesterday. So far there are only 2 favourite places of mom in kl - ikea or jlan Tar.haha &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Anyhoo, mom bought lotsa things yesterday. Me too but paid by mom.hahahahaha chose some home organisation stuffs. Mom and I were searching for a table lamp for bilik pgantin but couldnt find anything fancy. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; School reopens tomorrow. Serious business starts tomorrow. Wish me luck!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-248824394228087972?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/248824394228087972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/248824394228087972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-day-of-holiday.html' title='Last day of holiday'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-5932690396603100243</id><published>2012-01-27T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:56:08.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mom's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is my mother's birthday!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mak. Semoga panjang umur dan murah rezeki selalu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last year I gave her a handbag. But she barely used it =..='. So today I gave her something much much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave her a hug and kisses on both cheeks. She likes it even more than when I gave her the handbag.hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont hug my mom on casual basis. I hug her about once or twice a year, depending on occasions - raya or farewell. Tak biasa hug2.heheheh But today I did and it felt so good. Love you mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-5932690396603100243?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5932690396603100243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5932690396603100243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/moms-birthday.html' title='Mom&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-538913094768354527</id><published>2012-01-27T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:00:00.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><title type='text'>Honeymoon is confirmed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember this &lt;a href="http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/10/honeymoon-story.html"&gt;post?&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have to scratch that plan due to foresee circumstances.hee BUTTTT,,,,,,,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are going to Kuching, Sibu, Bintulu, Miri and jeng jeng jeng for our honeymoon.yeahhhhhhh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to give a theme so for our honeymoon the theme issssssssss *drum rolllllllllllllllls*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEDOIUN!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or Melayunya... BADWI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why the because?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We wont be staying in the same place more than 2 nights, that's why.hehehehehehehe We are going to transit to several places within a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhoo, B spent the his off days to plan and settle our hotels and activities in jeng jeng jeng. Bookings have been made, deposits have been paid. Now waiting to pack the bag and leave. =))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a teaser of hotels we are going to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Upon arrival, we'll be staying at this hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AV6ZeRylXMw/TyFIU6OaYaI/AAAAAAAACYs/0qK-oS_MJG0/s1600/x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AV6ZeRylXMw/TyFIU6OaYaI/AAAAAAAACYs/0qK-oS_MJG0/s400/x.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The next day we'll leave the city and travel to the high land. Wanna take pictures with cows =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAbiCdkUc8Q/TyFIWQeWAYI/AAAAAAAACY0/RRgjH-BxulA/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAbiCdkUc8Q/TyFIWQeWAYI/AAAAAAAACY0/RRgjH-BxulA/s400/c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The following day we will return back to the city and spend our last night here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JtOfMZkVqQg/TyFIW4AKasI/AAAAAAAACY8/5hmBVaJ_59E/s1600/10396_Main.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JtOfMZkVqQg/TyFIW4AKasI/AAAAAAAACY8/5hmBVaJ_59E/s400/10396_Main.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you know the place then you know la. heeee Sajeeee jewww kasi suspen though macam dah tak suspen.hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You know or not, B, mom, my auntie and even my inner self have been telling me that I look more excited to go jalan-jalan than the wedding. But really, I'm wayyyyyyyyy more excited planning our holidays in different places than my own wedding.hahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakdown:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Homestay in Kuching: Booked and deposit paid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Homestay in Sibu: Booked and deposit paid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hotel in Bintulu: We all redah jewww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hotel in Miri: Pon redah jugak.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thankful that our rezeki is soo easy with the planning. Since B is the member of Petronas Chemical Group, we got member price for all the hotels which help us to save quite sum of money.hehe Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, what's next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-538913094768354527?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/538913094768354527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/538913094768354527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/honeymoon-is-confirmed.html' title='Honeymoon is confirmed!'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-AV6ZeRylXMw/TyFIU6OaYaI/AAAAAAAACYs/0qK-oS_MJG0/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-1568759211543784779</id><published>2012-01-26T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T14:25:57.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>I is happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I went to work with my auntie. She needed help since she couldnt find my substitute yet. I didnt think but said yes on the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess that gave some people heartache. Because me, the so called teacher was downgrading myself by working as a waitress. I was like..whatt??? Second class mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Takpela. Anyway, thanks for your concern =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have my own reasons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Primarily, I enjoy working there. Honestly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2ndly, this is my way of saying thanks to my auntie. You werent there when I felt my world was crashing. I was jobless for 6 months back then with a wedding to prepare. My auntie helped me by employing me to work with her. For almost 3 months working there, my mood improved tremendously. You might not know but you can ask my fiance. He knows. You can ask my mom. She knows. I was happy. Really happy. I stopped complaining how bad my life was. I stopped looking down on myself. I respect myself better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm happy. that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-1568759211543784779?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/1568759211543784779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/1568759211543784779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-is-happy.html' title='I is happy'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-1237789066532775699</id><published>2012-01-26T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:00:01.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>New Crocs...</title><content type='html'>NOTTT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha some of you might know how crazy I am of my crocs. Bought it mid 2010 and still wearing and loving it till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I assume (yes I assume) that the teachers in my school are allowed not to wear fully covered shoes. So 3 days after reporting to the school, I started wearing my Crocs to school. ngeh ngeh ngeh. But I did feel uncomfortable because the fabric looked sooo worn out so last week I bought a bottle of black dye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2-xVwgHGMc/Tx_-bVq37YI/AAAAAAAACYc/uNYFhZ2rAYU/s1600/2012-01-24+10.38.25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2-xVwgHGMc/Tx_-bVq37YI/AAAAAAAACYc/uNYFhZ2rAYU/s400/2012-01-24+10.38.25.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taraaaaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hS_uh-95DJ8/Tx_-tVKstxI/AAAAAAAACYk/_lhWz3_Pl6k/s1600/2012-01-25+08.28.49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hS_uh-95DJ8/Tx_-tVKstxI/AAAAAAAACYk/_lhWz3_Pl6k/s400/2012-01-25+08.28.49.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The after. Much better right right right right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I tot of buying a new one but I could find this design no more. Boo hoo... the latest one doesnt suit my taste at all (ekceli no money to buy..hahahah) soooo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhoo, the dye cost me RM2.90 onlehhhhhhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ktengsbai!&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/5136540361754255195-1237789066532775699?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/1237789066532775699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/1237789066532775699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-crocs.html' title='New Crocs...'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2-xVwgHGMc/Tx_-bVq37YI/AAAAAAAACYc/uNYFhZ2rAYU/s72-c/2012-01-24+10.38.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-5398047379533524391</id><published>2012-01-25T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:55:17.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><title type='text'>We're getting married!</title><content type='html'>Wah tajok tak boleh blah!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoo, I'm sooo excited since I just collected our invitation cards.hehehe last week the vendor called to inform that our cards were up for collection but I hadnt got time till today. Now we are officially getting married. Coz we got it written black and white yo!haha I know I've been counting days like 4 months 1 day left till the wedding but with the invitation cards right in front of my eyes, I couldnt contain my excitement. boleh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanna teaser?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kz9y0DguBiQ/Tx-yIYgOMWI/AAAAAAAACYU/FyvZUxRC0iQ/s1600/2012-01-25+15.28.27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kz9y0DguBiQ/Tx-yIYgOMWI/AAAAAAAACYU/FyvZUxRC0iQ/s400/2012-01-25+15.28.27.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I dont understand why must the picture turn 90' to the right =..='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The style is 3-fold-both sides-printed. wah kau sukati bagi nama.hehe We wanted to save some budget so we decided to share one card with 2 addresses. Jimattt!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhoo, the cards will be dispersed starting end of April to early May. Wait for it hoccay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-5398047379533524391?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5398047379533524391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5398047379533524391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/were-getting-married.html' title='We&apos;re getting married!'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-kz9y0DguBiQ/Tx-yIYgOMWI/AAAAAAAACYU/FyvZUxRC0iQ/s72-c/2012-01-25+15.28.27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-5824302390322184838</id><published>2012-01-23T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T21:03:49.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first felt flower</title><content type='html'>Hehehehehe finally after sooo long finally I got to steal some time and started crafting again. Ok sounds like I'm a die hard crafter but am actually not.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in sulking mode this morning, with B. So when he called to make peace wimme, I just grabbed my flower template, a piece of felt, needle and thread. I started tracing the shape, cut here and there and started sewing.hehe Multi tasking - sulking and sewing.miahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXIwKIWjEmk/Tx1Z8eHq1MI/AAAAAAAACYM/quFZvItbxm0/s1600/2012-01-23+10.13.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXIwKIWjEmk/Tx1Z8eHq1MI/AAAAAAAACYM/quFZvItbxm0/s400/2012-01-23+10.13.05.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The outcome: I didnt get it why I used purple thread with pink felt. =___='... dahlah jahit tak kemas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I might use this as a brooch. We'll see coz.... pink is soo not me. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-5824302390322184838?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5824302390322184838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5824302390322184838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-first-felt-flower.html' title='My first felt flower'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-cXIwKIWjEmk/Tx1Z8eHq1MI/AAAAAAAACYM/quFZvItbxm0/s72-c/2012-01-23+10.13.05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-447586899800472886</id><published>2012-01-22T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:50:44.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Us =)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><title type='text'>4 months and 4 days</title><content type='html'>I drive my mom crazy every time I tell her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mak, we only have 4 months 7 days before the wedding"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say it about 4 times a week.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months baby, 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the wedding preps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wedding invitation - Done! But havent collected yet since I got no time to go =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Homestay in Kuching - Deposit paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Homestay in Sibu - &amp;nbsp;Deposit paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Horny moon - &amp;nbsp;Flight ticket checked! Still surveying for hotel and activities though. We ols going to Negeri Di bawah bayu jewww since cuti xpanjang. HEHEHE - &amp;nbsp;I cannot apply for CRK since I'm still in probation period. Plus cuti kawen mom said only 2 days jewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I've decided that all my diy(s) idea will not be carried out since I dont have time. I'll make used of everything that's available.hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, I dont really follow my color theme. I'm so over that already because it's tiring and expensive to really do that. Mom is always worried that the curtain wont match the color theme and I hate it if that makes her stress. I want everybody to be happy, food is good and have a barakah reception. wah gitu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, nowadays if people ask me what's the color theme/ theme, I'd say - &amp;nbsp;Rainbow theme.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MA-JXtsmO8U/TxwFrOFW9dI/AAAAAAAACYE/8KCQWl8z2ac/s1600/388290_2925940746602_1203401291_3422344_474310475_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MA-JXtsmO8U/TxwFrOFW9dI/AAAAAAAACYE/8KCQWl8z2ac/s400/388290_2925940746602_1203401291_3422344_474310475_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My quarter chinese boipren. I miss u, u know or not? =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year Encik Sepul!!&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/5136540361754255195-447586899800472886?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/447586899800472886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/447586899800472886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-months-and-4-days.html' title='4 months and 4 days'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-MA-JXtsmO8U/TxwFrOFW9dI/AAAAAAAACYE/8KCQWl8z2ac/s72-c/388290_2925940746602_1203401291_3422344_474310475_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-5545731014811681154</id><published>2012-01-22T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:52:33.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gadis lindungan &lt;strike&gt;kaabah &lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;bulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not perfect. I know I'm new. I know I'm a novice. Basically I know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you covered yourself physically from the tips of hair till toes. Sadly, you dont cover your bad personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in Jannah one day. I'll be in hell. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. We all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. At least you taught me something today. You'll be blessed for that. The hikmah right? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-5545731014811681154?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5545731014811681154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5545731014811681154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/gadis-lindungan-kaabah-i-know-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-8186173821415777902</id><published>2012-01-22T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T06:54:40.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Privacy</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been so privacy-conscious (is that even a proper word?). Especially since I started working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice I didnt mention my school name. I didnt upload any photo related to my school. and I've hidden my comment box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so conscious that somebody or someone related to the school will read my blog. am I bajet-ting retis now?hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, just so you know, above are the reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some colleagues who wanted to be my FB friends but I tried as politely as I can to decline. I dont really know you.Let's be friends in real life first k?hehe plus no point oso la you add me in fb. I'm not an active member anymore.heeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have a good day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s should be heading to school now but sooo lazy to hit the shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-8186173821415777902?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8186173821415777902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8186173821415777902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/privacy.html' title='Privacy'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-6372807527182846978</id><published>2012-01-20T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:04:10.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I'M blessed =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I arrived home at 7.45pm today. I was tired and hungry. Didnt take my lunch. But all the misery went away when I saw these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCx75Z7cc_I/TxlhrRs__eI/AAAAAAAACXM/cWpXBKocrqw/s1600/401373_10150536289369863_592954862_8434134_523871759_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCx75Z7cc_I/TxlhrRs__eI/AAAAAAAACXM/cWpXBKocrqw/s400/401373_10150536289369863_592954862_8434134_523871759_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAj-1V-9pPk/TxlhspTkzFI/AAAAAAAACXU/LucpPADYsns/s1600/401134_10150536289679863_592954862_8434135_1312421444_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAj-1V-9pPk/TxlhspTkzFI/AAAAAAAACXU/LucpPADYsns/s400/401134_10150536289679863_592954862_8434135_1312421444_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My niece loves camera. Ikha, alang misses you soo much. Will only see you in May =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then today my GPK Form 6 came to my table and give me this. A souvenir from the speaker from Hong Kong University. I likeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTGOxbam87o/Txlh9ymmxmI/AAAAAAAACXc/70DKCFPDnkg/s1600/2012-01-19+08.14.53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTGOxbam87o/Txlh9ymmxmI/AAAAAAAACXc/70DKCFPDnkg/s400/2012-01-19+08.14.53.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6NeSlBa4WF4/TxliOLtEDsI/AAAAAAAACXk/yOlhEFBrdmw/s1600/2012-01-19+08.15.08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6NeSlBa4WF4/TxliOLtEDsI/AAAAAAAACXk/yOlhEFBrdmw/s400/2012-01-19+08.15.08.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsv_B-uySUo/Txlia5aiLLI/AAAAAAAACXs/ob1P9kfqj8o/s1600/2012-01-19+08.15.16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsv_B-uySUo/Txlia5aiLLI/AAAAAAAACXs/ob1P9kfqj8o/s400/2012-01-19+08.15.16.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Annnndddddddddddd this kitty is mine!! B bought this for me from Milkadeal. I wanted the monkey but he said not cute.haha Anyhoooooo this is a pendrive. 8GB bebeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5TXB7SD6_A/TxlimkFz10I/AAAAAAAACX0/3HGATzrlPV0/s1600/2012-01-20+20.16.45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5TXB7SD6_A/TxlimkFz10I/AAAAAAAACX0/3HGATzrlPV0/s400/2012-01-20+20.16.45.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cubyCpRIw_0/TxlixSwy8jI/AAAAAAAACX8/C0RPlFarxgU/s1600/2012-01-20+20.17.16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cubyCpRIw_0/TxlixSwy8jI/AAAAAAAACX8/C0RPlFarxgU/s400/2012-01-20+20.17.16.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not updating much these days. Every time I got home I just wanted to lay down, watch tv and sleep.hehe I'm not tired of the work. I'm tired of driving. Traffic jam in Melaka is crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoo, I'm starting to love my school. Everyday I found at least one cool stuff bout the school. It even made me wanted to not asking for transfer soon. I want to learn more and gain as much as I can from this school coz not everyone can get this golden opportunity to learn. The school has countable no of excellent teachers (Guru cemerlang), the system used is current and modern, i love the learning environment where I can easily spot students revising in the library, at the canteen or any possible spot. I love the fact that this school always strives for excellence and they have this support system to push teacher to be the best. I love everything. But of course the workload is a lot. That's the only downside la. But no pain no gain right? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've told B about my plan to stay at least for a year. Hopefully he will let me la...hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s I miss my B. We talk less now, less msg too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-6372807527182846978?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6372807527182846978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6372807527182846978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-blessed.html' title='I&apos;M blessed =)'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-ZCx75Z7cc_I/TxlhrRs__eI/AAAAAAAACXM/cWpXBKocrqw/s72-c/401373_10150536289369863_592954862_8434134_523871759_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-4952593806395081263</id><published>2012-01-18T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:45:54.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>New routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wake up at the sound of my alarm at 5am every morning. I hit the snooze button and be in a&amp;nbsp;fetus&amp;nbsp;position cuddling with teddy bears and slimut busuk (yes you read right haha) till the alarm rings 10 minutes later. Then I will drag my feet to the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I leave home at 6.10am. Super that early to avoid crazy traffic jam of Melaka. Many of my family and relatives once heard I got that school msg-ed or wrote on my wall saying 'Good Luck with the traffic jam". See?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mom will send me to the door every morning. I arrive at the school around 6.45am - without traffic congestion. If it's congested - maybe one hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the past few days, I've seen a lot while driving. I saw school kids waiting for their school buses by the road side. I saw sleeping cows.hahaha I experienced how creepy the road from my house to Rembia. I saw drunk drivers. However, I enjoyed the morning drive. I enjoy the serene feeling. I enjoyed singing my lungs out to the radio. I wanted to enjoy the fresh morning air but scared the wind will spoil my perfect tudung arch.hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since my school always strives for excellence, the workload is much. Though it's only 3 days since I report myself to the school, i have been assigned to be PBSM and Skuasy and Debate teacher. Some teachers took my number because I will be in this committee and that committee members soon. Whoa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've observed the teachers since day one. One thing I can tell, the works are crazy. I sit right in front of Ketua Panitia and I could see she has too much to handle. So do other teachers. The school faces minimal problems with the students but not workload. Phew. Preparing mentally. I've scrutinized the school activities for the whole year. Whoa. That's all I can say. The teachers are made of steel if we really follow the plan. Whoa. @.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh btw, I was appointed the emcee for a talk for Form 6 students today. It was my first time as an emcee ever, and it's conducted in English coz the speaker's from Hong Kong University. I prepared some script but ended up babbling and didnt even look at the draft. =____='. Most of the Form 6 teachers were present. It was... well, I dunno la.hahah but according to one of the teachers, he said I did OK. hahaha but he could see i was nervous la.hahahahahah But i know for sure I will be given this emcee job in the future again unless I ask for transfer.heheh so need to buckle up with the skill then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss B. Barely had time to sms or talk to him on the phone. I slept at 9pm nowadays. Too tired la coz I arrived home at 5pm++ usually. huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-4952593806395081263?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4952593806395081263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4952593806395081263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-routine.html' title='New routine'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-8475154755598346447</id><published>2012-01-16T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:01:33.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Another chapter has begun~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was the day I enter adulthood. Alhamdulillah, I've arrived to the beginning of this new journey, unknown of the path and will strive to survive it. I am officially a teacher! Cikgu Nurul =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I went to JPN, carrying hopes and prayers from parents, family and friends, mixed with anxiety about what to expect. I arrived at JPN Melaka around 7.35am then headed to the respective meeting place. There, I saw many individuals, permanent teachers like me and some the contract teachers. Overall, there were 17 teachers to be posted (permanent teachers) today and 5 of us were TESLians and the rest ERT, Perdagangan etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYFEaoAseI0/TxQAx8Ns0EI/AAAAAAAACW8/SY1TGX3ilWs/s1600/2012-01-16+07.43.00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYFEaoAseI0/TxQAx8Ns0EI/AAAAAAAACW8/SY1TGX3ilWs/s400/2012-01-16+07.43.00.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We werent given the official letter for our placement on the spot. Some briefings were given first. One of the teachers who sat near to the speaker told me I got a school in Merlimau. I was like.... whoaaaa jauhnye..... straight away msged mom. Later, we were called one by one to collect our letter. I read my name. Below my name was the name of my school. I froze. It's not in Merlimau. It's at the center of the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to tell B I dont want this school. Because the school is too good and I dont think my standard can match theirs. God has its own plan, I got the school that I've been praying not to get. I didnt know how to react. I literally stood there, reading over and over again the name of the school. It's a freakin cluster school, a premier school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoo, after I was defrost.hahaha I drove alone, singing my lungs out to the music from the radio. 35 minutes later I arrived in front of the school. I talked to the guard, drove my car in, asked around and climb ed flight of stairs that seemed no end. I entered the office,&lt;i&gt; Assalamualaikum, saya cikgu baru nak melapor diri.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The principal wasnt in so I waited for few minutes, filling in forms and got to know the clerks. and some teachers. and some parents.hehehe One man walked into the office. It was the principal. Followed him into the room. bla bla bla. He told me I'll be teaching MUET. I was like whattt? it's form 6 students rite? it's Pre-U students rite? I got heart attack right there and then.hahaha ok tipu. I was so nervous. But I'll be teaching lower form 6. Since the students will only come in May, I'll be trained by my mentor who teaches the Upper 6 students on how to teach MUET. So basically I'll be observing in the class and given some relief classes. HEHEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the meeting. I met the clerk again. This time she handed me a file, for lesson plans, a punch, a stapler and staples, a black whiteboard marker and a 4GB pen drive. I was so sakai that I got a pendrive.hahahahahahaha FYI, all the lesson plans can be downloaded from the net.so easy peasy la like that.hahaha but more paperwork and admin stuffs for teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zeGCiGy9LV8/TxQA73kyb7I/AAAAAAAACXE/bA923XDg3fg/s1600/2012-01-16+18.06.20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zeGCiGy9LV8/TxQA73kyb7I/AAAAAAAACXE/bA923XDg3fg/s400/2012-01-16+18.06.20.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom said: Hint soh buat keja banyak.hahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;***** eh panjang pulak...still nak baca ke?? sila scroll....haha*********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that I went to see GPK Form 6 and introduced myself bla bla bla. The teacher brought me to the staff room and introduced me to some of the teachers. After that I walked around the staff rooms and introduced myself. I barely remember all the names but I'll get it some days.hehe I was given a table opposite guru panitia b.inggeris so I'm lucky.Lucky because I'll force myself to speak in English instead of BM. My English has become soooo rusty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then.... I went to see the GPK Co curriculum, to ask about my 'tasks'.heheheh &amp;nbsp;I was given 2 choices between rugby and squash. Hell yeah I'd choose the latter.hahaha then he said I'll be in PBSM too. =___='. I hv no experience in that uniform body but I'll learn. Actually I asked to be in the debate club since the guru panitia wants me there but I failed. Takpolah..hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didnt know what time teachers were supposed to go back. Since it's a cluster school. the system is a bit different. I was informed that today was a meeting day for sport club. So off I went to the respective place for the meeting. We basically chose the head of the club like the chair man bla bla. SO that's my first task of the day.hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I left the school compound at 4.25pm and arrived home some times around 5pm....huarghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just realised that I didnt eat anything nor drink a drop of water since morning. Sampai rumah baru rasa dehydrated gilerrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I pray that this is the best school for me to start my career, to build my self confidence and personality. God knows. I pray that I will learn more and grow mature and be the best teacher for my students. I foresee circumstances on the way but I pray I'll be strong, determine and committed to the job. InsyaAllah =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s Name of the school is not mentioned for privacy purposes. hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-8475154755598346447?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8475154755598346447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8475154755598346447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-chapter-has-begun.html' title='Another chapter has begun~'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-cYFEaoAseI0/TxQAx8Ns0EI/AAAAAAAACW8/SY1TGX3ilWs/s72-c/2012-01-16+07.43.00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2800785850200604237</id><published>2012-01-15T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T20:59:42.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>The catch of the day</title><content type='html'>Today I decluttered my room - throwing away old shoes and clothes that hv not been worn for more than 3 years. I put all the stuffs into 2 separate plastic bags and left them in front of the gate. Just like black hole, seconds later the bags were gone. Must hv found their new owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaQvxHRhGwc/TxLKpwJY3yI/AAAAAAAACWk/jLwltJ7QxVg/s1600/2012-01-15+09.44.19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaQvxHRhGwc/TxLKpwJY3yI/AAAAAAAACWk/jLwltJ7QxVg/s400/2012-01-15+09.44.19.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now can see the floor. In b4, =___='. My room is getting 'semak-ed' because of the stuffs for the wedding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I oso clean the interior of mom's myvi. God knows how neglected the car has been since I left Uni.hahahah After lunch, my mom and I headed to Melaka and I stopped by at a car wash to clean the exterior of the car. Yeah now super clean.mueheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go to Jusco unfortunately the mall was so pack that we couldnt find a parking space. After went around for a while, we exited the parking lots and headed to Tesco. =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have prepared some moolah for my stationery but the excited mom insisted on paying. So, rezeki came rolling why shove it away?hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the catch of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-reBHOK7YHOI/TxLLLEvtOMI/AAAAAAAACW0/mgYhLOTUQn8/s1600/2012-01-15+19.00.47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-reBHOK7YHOI/TxLLLEvtOMI/AAAAAAAACW0/mgYhLOTUQn8/s400/2012-01-15+19.00.47.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. Note Pad - wanna be a role model to students, jot down important things. gitewww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. Scissor - Please dont judge me...... I'm not cute but I bought that cute thing because it was the cheapest of its own. =....=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3. Pens - &amp;nbsp;one in every color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4. Cutter - it's a habit since school to have a cutter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5. Liquid paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6. Eraser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7. Contact lenses + the solution. - I told the girl I wanted 3 pairs only. The usual price is RM50. I was confident to pay when the girl told me it's RM120. Gelabah jap. I took all the money in my purse but I only had RM90. Shamelessly, I said sorry, ran to the nearest ATM machine, withdrawn rm50, ran back to the shop. The girl looked confused.hahaha because I ran out without saying anything. I left my RM90 on the table.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I dont feel anything at the moment. Maybe because Melaka is soo small, I'm not nervous at all. Normal isit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoo, good luck to me and the rest of C4 batch whom lives are gonna make a new turning point tomorrow. InsyaAllah~&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/5136540361754255195-2800785850200604237?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2800785850200604237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2800785850200604237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/catch-of-day.html' title='The catch of the day'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-GaQvxHRhGwc/TxLKpwJY3yI/AAAAAAAACWk/jLwltJ7QxVg/s72-c/2012-01-15+09.44.19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-324445873068220504</id><published>2012-01-14T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:18:41.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><title type='text'>Wee Hoo~</title><content type='html'>Assalam lovely people =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. My uncle and auntie had a kenduri doa selamat to celebrate their wedding anniversary and to celebrate that all their kids have finished school and working now. My auntie went all out with the food as she prepared almost 7 different dishes - &lt;i&gt;daging salai masak lemak with rebung, ayam masak merah, pisang masak lemak, sambal jawa, sambal melayu (haahahaha), acar, ikan masin bulu ayam (hahahahaha) and sambal belacan. &lt;/i&gt;Eh! Altogether were 8 dishes la....haha please be informed that all the names are not made by me. It's the real name! Not to mention many many kuehs (cakes) like kuih bakar (the favourite), kuih seri muka, kuih telinga k, marble cake and I couldnt remember anymore =___='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBLf6Ip0rnY/TxF4Zr_W_BI/AAAAAAAACWU/pczBGci5T1M/s1600/2012-01-08+08.24.28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBLf6Ip0rnY/TxF4Zr_W_BI/AAAAAAAACWU/pczBGci5T1M/s400/2012-01-08+08.24.28.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not related. B, this is kuih bantal =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As of wedding preparation, Alhamdulillah, everything almost sorted their way into the picture. I'm no longer stress about unnecessary thing. I was so stress that Miss Red was late for a week this month.hahahaha aMainly because I'm gonna start working next week. Yeay half month salary for January.Muahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Apart from that, I've got many people wanted to sponsor this and that, lent me this and that. Alhamdulillah alhamdulillah. You know what, about a week ago I told my mom that I dont want to decorate the bedroom with purple theme. Just want something pastel, or light color and I chose cream. God is great, today Mak Teh, my auntie brought her gorgeous curtain completed with the scallop for the room. She made the curtain for Kak Ana's wedding back in 2005 and never been used since. And it's cream/light gold. =)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Groom: Checked. I'll have this one.hahahaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8v6yF1YF18/TxF8Paq8Q6I/AAAAAAAACWc/WZf1Q_QXgsY/s1600/2011-12-04+07.30.20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8v6yF1YF18/TxF8Paq8Q6I/AAAAAAAACWc/WZf1Q_QXgsY/s400/2011-12-04+07.30.20.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Venue: Checked&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Theme color: Rainbow. Checked. haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bridal: Checked&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dresses: Pending&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Invitation cards: Almost check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photography: Checked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Catering: Checked&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Canopy: Pending.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The rest: Almost checked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;B has started his legal document process on his side. One thing is, can HIV form from Sarawak be used in Melaka? Should be right? It's confusing since different states have its own Jabatan Agama, the rules and regulations oso different. Well, gonna call MAIM one of these days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now now I know wedding stuff is boring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm gonna go and spend soma moneyhhhhhhh for pens, pencils, ruler, liquid paper etc. Gosh i'm excited as if I'm going back to school. HEHEHEHE My mom is excited too. We went to Pasar Malam in Alor Gajah today and she stopped at this booth, selling brooches. She asked me to choose anything that I like. We went shopping brooches yawwww!hahahah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok la. bye!&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/5136540361754255195-324445873068220504?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/324445873068220504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/324445873068220504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/wee-hoo.html' title='Wee Hoo~'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-dBLf6Ip0rnY/TxF4Zr_W_BI/AAAAAAAACWU/pczBGci5T1M/s72-c/2012-01-08+08.24.28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-7690781291044452028</id><published>2012-01-13T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T18:34:10.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Bidding farewell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*This is a picture-less post*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wah gitu! Not going anywhere but saying good bye to all the people who have walked into my life since I started working with my auntie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup today was my last day, and I was so energetic (thanks to Ali Cafe) and happy and I could feel that I was glowing.hahaha mampo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since the posting news came, I've already bid farewell to some of my auntie's regular customers and people who were so nice to me since the beginning. Here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. The newspaper uncle: He's an Indian uncle who delivers newspapers to the shop. I usually only chatted with him for few lines like 'metro/bharian' or 'ni rm3' or the least 'thank you Uncle!'. But today I spent few seconds more telling him that today was my last day working and I'm gonna report for duty next week. He congratulated me and wished me 'Good luck Cikgu!'. Sobs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. The lecturers: Some of the lecturers always asked about my posting issue and have been so supportive all this while. When I told them I finally got the call, they were so excited, and wished me good luck.hehe I'm touched ='). One of the lecturer, TESL lecturer even told me to call her if I need any help. Love these people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. The Kuew tiaw Goreng uncle: This uncle is a gardener for the SJKC in front of the shop. He loves our kuey tiaw goreng and tea tarik and never ordered anything else except for when we ran out of kuey tiaw. He gave me the widest smile when he heard the news and wished me good luck. This uncle is very quite but he smiles a lot.hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many more but I only highlight these 3 group of people because what ever their reactions, wishes and prayers to me, it all went straight to my heart. It's a heartwarming feeling to know that there are strangers in my life who could show so much happiness for me. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Working at my auntie's shop was a bumpy ride. I didnt always get good customers. I got scolded, lectured, tutored under the same roof and I learned a lot. It's not a cliche. God let me experience that not everyone can get. I make friends along the way. Nowadays, when I go to my village Pasar Malam, I got people say hi to me. Or waive at me from across the road. Acts of recognition. I used to be 'anak Cikgu Razak yg kahwin dua tuuuu'. But now people call me Nurul.hehe It's an honour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now now, entering the new phase in life. Adulthood! I dunno what to expect by i'm expecting a bumpy ride. I expect good marriage ahead (wah kau sempat!)hahahaha and making decision in life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s Anyhoo, tiket raya pegi sibu sudah beliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-7690781291044452028?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7690781291044452028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7690781291044452028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/bidding-farewell.html' title='Bidding farewell!'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-6922506491399926444</id><published>2012-01-12T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:16:45.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future - What's the plan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite the great news of our placement yesterday, 50% of me feels sad because one thing that stuck in my head is - long distance marriage (LDM). Phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B and I discussed on the phone last night. All the possibilities that might come into our way after we get married. We talked about a house, should we rent a house in Bintulu or not. At first, I suggested that we dont need a house because face it, I'm only able to go to Bintulu during long holidays i.e. Mid year and end year school holidays. So I dont think we need a house. We can just stay at the hotel whattttt?hahaaa Plus the price to rent a house is crazy there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B disagreed. One strong rebuttal: He wants somebody to wait for him when he comes home and send him at the door before he goes to work.&lt;i&gt; Alu cair ati kmk kohhhhhhh. &lt;/i&gt;Though I wont be long in Bintulu but he wants to experience all that while I'm there. Ok my sugar, we'll find a house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We also talked about the frequency of us seeing each other. Obviously B has to B the one to fly to West Malaysia since he only works for 4 days and have 4 days off. Maybe he'll fly back once or twice per month. Boo hoo.. Air Asia and MAS websites are already bookmarked.hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never mind.... we can have a LDM like Giuliana and Bill! I always watch their show since the jobless phase started (=_______=') and I admire how they keep the marriage strong despite having a LDM. I can too bebeh! We can! InsyaAllah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.igossip.com/photos_2/november_2010/aaaaaaaaaaaill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://static.igossip.com/photos_2/november_2010/aaaaaaaaaaaill.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amazeballs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s still waiting to know which school I'm gonna spend my sweat, blood and tears.hahaha Hopefully tomorrow then I'll have more semangat to update. Chiaoooo (Giuliana style..hahahha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-6922506491399926444?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6922506491399926444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6922506491399926444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/future-whats-plan.html' title='Future - What&apos;s the plan?'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-4243967867338865827</id><published>2012-01-11T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:00:11.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZsq4qyuXL8/Tw15jVkZC6I/AAAAAAAACWM/iEvvIBxJAI0/s1600/posting.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZsq4qyuXL8/Tw15jVkZC6I/AAAAAAAACWM/iEvvIBxJAI0/s400/posting.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ALHAMDULILLAH. After 8 months of waiting. =)&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/5136540361754255195-4243967867338865827?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4243967867338865827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4243967867338865827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-fZsq4qyuXL8/Tw15jVkZC6I/AAAAAAAACWM/iEvvIBxJAI0/s72-c/posting.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-6062665477735549672</id><published>2012-01-11T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T14:54:13.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Mode: Rindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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However, it is only for TESL Sekolah Rendah, for us the Sekolah Menengah, InsyaAllah will be announced in few days/weeks/months. Who knows =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you to our Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Education Dr Wee Ka Siong who always try to listen and help us, the 'forgotten' graduates. Just yesterday, I read few tweets/facebook statuses many of my friends who called BPSM and the likes asking for the placement. Unfortunately, they were told that somebody/someone havent given our name lists bla bla bla. So these determined friends later tweeted Dr Wee about the issue. Maybe he did push around, and voila, by midnight, those TESL SR could already check the states, where they are posted. See?? Something is wrong with the system. Luckily nowadays we have technology to go directly to the Big Man and everything is settled.hehe Congratulations to you guys, TESL SR graduates!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been more than a week that rain hasnt stopped by our village. We always joke around at the shop saying that Anis' shirt should be removed from the roof. Haha there's this old believe that to avoid rainy day during a wedding reception, throw a worn shirt of the bride on to the roof. Throw the shirt they did. hahaha But seriously, the weather is super dry and hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The card vendor didnt call yesterday. =______________='. But they did just now. So I'm required to go the shop and do final checking before they can print the cards. Why cant they just email it to me??Duh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got extra RM5 today.tee heee not much but Alhamdulillah. Now I have enough to pay for the cards and to pay my debt to B. weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Today is so much better than yesterday. =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s I was sooo stress yesterday (deleted the post btw..haha) because I did something so stupid. I was supposed to buy a ticket for my brother from Sibu - KL. I have NEVER made any mistake in purchasing online ticket but I did foolishly this time. I bought a ticket from KL - Sibu intead of the Sibu -KL =_____________________________________='. Of the course I went meroyaning for few days thingking where to find the money to pay since I used B's credit card. I'm gonna pay it back today. &lt;i&gt;Dahlah sesak-sesak duit boleh pulak buat salah yg bodo kan?&lt;/i&gt;hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok bye! Harini ada pasar malam lendu. Murtabakkkk!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-8675380159028496743?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8675380159028496743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8675380159028496743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/drop-of-rezeki.html' title='A drop of rezeki'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-540466942611932677</id><published>2012-01-08T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:52:11.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Baby talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My niece is 2 years old ++. Kids at this stage are mostly interesting because they are in the phase of learning how to talk and explore. My brother and sister in law have got their hands full handling the daughter who is most of the time is super active. Too active that grandmas from both side already made statemen 'tak larat nak jaga'.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love to ask random questions to Ikha because of the answers. I love the intonation of her words and dialect. Apparently she's got Penang dialect because her babysitter is a Penangite. She used 'na mau' to say 'tak nak'.hahah just cute. Even now Adam, her cousin is following the phrase. Just watch the video! Taken in June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-94441e0aeef7069d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94441e0aeef7069d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331444140%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65F8CADEF507C7208651A83A319EF085A417D816.387BDCA6F704CDE150388A7F2388B1F5EFC0D95D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94441e0aeef7069d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZpF3EY-wSvBNN5OYw0oS0RGu7Pc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94441e0aeef7069d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331444140%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65F8CADEF507C7208651A83A319EF085A417D816.387BDCA6F704CDE150388A7F2388B1F5EFC0D95D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94441e0aeef7069d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZpF3EY-wSvBNN5OYw0oS0RGu7Pc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just the other day when she was around, as usual I asked her so many questions. I guess she was tired entertaining this lame Mak Lang so she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. What's funny was she even made the sound 'krohhh krohhh'!!! pretending she was sleeping. Adoiiiiiii.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other day, I tagged along my brother and went jalan-jalan and Jusco Bandaraya. My brother wanted to test a newly bought stroller - &amp;nbsp;bought specially for Kuc/Sibu trip.muehehehe Before this my bro carries ikha around in his arms because if they let ikha to walk by herself, she's gonna run around and they scared if she gets lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GM32XFi7CUE/TwlxpCSmF6I/AAAAAAAACU8/tqhGx31_Y-c/s1600/2012-01-01+13.29.15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GM32XFi7CUE/TwlxpCSmF6I/AAAAAAAACU8/tqhGx31_Y-c/s400/2012-01-01+13.29.15.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hhahahahaha Muka toya protest because she never likes to sit in a stroller. She was sooo angry and moody to sit in it.hahahah The balloon was given by a clown. She was not at all amazed by the balloon. Haha the balloon didnt survive coz Ikha bit it till it burst =_____='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1sF3se2IFeA/Twlx6ZdwFNI/AAAAAAAACVE/AUnnr5ZxzAY/s1600/2012-01-01+16.52.25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1sF3se2IFeA/Twlx6ZdwFNI/AAAAAAAACVE/AUnnr5ZxzAY/s400/2012-01-01+16.52.25.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeahhhhh I'm freeeeeee! In a state of super active. I literally had to run around to catch her. Since she's witty, she escaped many times. Lame Mak Lang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw2LnX-lmD4/TwlyEXLdz3I/AAAAAAAACVM/Gny4K0TiQBs/s1600/2012-01-01+17.41.56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw2LnX-lmD4/TwlyEXLdz3I/AAAAAAAACVM/Gny4K0TiQBs/s400/2012-01-01+17.41.56.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA My brother said history was made that day when she finally fell asleep in the stroller. First time hokay! This kid is a tough one to sleep unless in quite space and every body also sleeps.hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s Mak Lang is in missing mode. Miss ikha. Gonna see her only in May for the wedding. Will you still call me 'Alang'?? =')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-540466942611932677?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/540466942611932677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/540466942611932677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-talks.html' title='Baby talks'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-GM32XFi7CUE/TwlxpCSmF6I/AAAAAAAACU8/tqhGx31_Y-c/s72-c/2012-01-01+13.29.15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2424283447277548832</id><published>2012-01-08T13:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:47:44.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random moment</title><content type='html'>I seldom ask b how much he loves me. Because i find that question rhetorical.hehe &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; But today while talking on the phone i asked the question. He sang: &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Sedalam dalamnya lautan india... &lt;br/&gt; dalam lagi cintaku pada mu.... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Familiar? Yeapppp it's the phrase from a dangdut song. =____________= &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Ni yg malas nak jiwang2.mesti xjd. Hehe&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-2424283447277548832?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2424283447277548832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2424283447277548832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-moment.html' title='Random moment'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2212207637764923558</id><published>2012-01-07T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:11:08.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding talks'/><title type='text'>wOOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To the government, please please please please please call me to report for service asap!hehehe You wont want to miss a highly excited teacher who wants to start giving back to the nation. wah gitu! yeappp. Been unemployed for 8 months and counting babeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was a bit slow. This morning, I accompanied mom to Honda Service center. We arrived at 10.55am as our appointment was at 11.15am. When the receipt came back, it was stated that the estimated time for delivery was at 3PM!!! I was already hungry so I bugged mom to go somewhere else. I called for a taxi and by 12pm, we were in Jusco. yeah yeah yeah. We went for lunch first before jalan-jalan. The weirdest thing was while eating, we got a call from the service center saying that the car was ready. Whattttt??!!! It's like the first time in history since mom bought the car that it took less than 2 hours for the service. =___________=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cut story mory short, after the service, we later went to the shop where I book my wedding cards. It was supposed to be the final checking before printing. I was disappointed. The design from B's side was not ready, not complete. They even put the map to my house on his side. I was disappointed because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;it has been a month since I put down half of the deposit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they never give me any email to inform about the progress. I had to call first asking. They promised to email.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;after a month, i expect only some minor errors but it was larger than that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I called on Friday saying that I was going to see the draft today and they still had the nerve to show me unfinished work. *sad*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a cool bride *puke*. I dont like to show my annoyance in front of people. So I told the kakak nicely to finish it and I want it to be done asap. Because they agreed in the first place that the cards would be ready in 2 weeks. Alhamdulillah, the kakak was apologetic of the situation. She looked disappointed too looking at the card because it was done by one of the staffs who were on leave. Haish. The kakak promises to have the matter done - she even wrote 'URGENT' on my draft and would like for me to come back on Monday. HEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even mom was looking angrier than me.hahahahahaha Hopefully it will turn out so fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-2212207637764923558?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2212207637764923558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2212207637764923558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/woot.html' title='wOOT!'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-7674429296901316363</id><published>2012-01-07T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:00:00.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><title type='text'>Catering for reception.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, mom has finally finalised the menu with our caterer. woot woot! Since food play a major and vital and deadly role in any wedding, therefore, Mom has confidently chooses the caterer without doubt. wah gitu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The caterer is none other than mom's colleague in her school. Yeay. We hired them before for merisik and engagement events last year so my mom is confident with the services. Plus we were told by relatives and B's family that the food was delicious especially the briyani.ehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pzkRw6FNgsI/TwcHRGF-cjI/AAAAAAAACU0/v4g_8esmv98/s1600/IMG_1325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pzkRw6FNgsI/TwcHRGF-cjI/AAAAAAAACU0/v4g_8esmv98/s400/IMG_1325.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Engagement. Mom ordered kampung food that time, not beriyani. Beriyani was during merisik.hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bits of information:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.Z Farhan Catering, Masjid Tanah Melaka.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They offer various packages starting with RM8 per head. Mom opts for package A which includes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nasi beriyani&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nasi putih&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayam masak merah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daging rebung masak lemak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acar buah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pajeri nenas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fruits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate cake for dessert- &lt;b&gt;seriously this cake is sooooo yummeh and sooo moist!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulut hitam for dessert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mineral water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punch drinks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Papadom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Special dishes for high table: Siakap 3 rasa, udang berhias, sotong berhias etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tiers wedding cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Special door gifts for 30 pax&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since we order for more than 1000 guests, we are going to get free 200 goody bags.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuhhh! Seems a lot right?tee hee. Mom intention is to invite all of her colleagues, relatives in Kedah, all relatives in Singapore. Basically all &lt;i&gt;la... &lt;/i&gt;So she wants the food to be satisfying. I also prefer to spend the money on food than other stuffs. ngeh ngeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some plus points for this caterer are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They use boiled water not directly from the pipe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They do not wash the dirty dishes at the client's house. Selamat longkang. =p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They provide 15 waiter/waitresses in uniform.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tissues and utensils are provided.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only minus point for this caterer is they dont provide canopy service so we have to look for another vendor. So far we have listed 2 which are yet to be contacted.hehehehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So next, wedding invitations to be finalised tomorrow then can start printing already. Woo hoo! *dalam hati, rabak poket....eh bukan dah koyak sampai tak boleh tampal lagi ke??hahaha*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s it makes me sad when some individuals who blatantly said we want to show off by hiring a caterer for the wedding. Or said, &lt;i&gt;Takpela...mak kaya...boleh la..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you know us, I mean my mom, she prefers to do &lt;i&gt;rewang&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;cook ourselves with the help of the neighbours. The problem is who's going to help us with all the work? We lived in Borneo for 14 years, which means we missed most of the kenduri in kampung. &lt;i&gt;Kita tak tolong kenduri orang, sape nak tolong kenduri kita???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/5136540361754255195-7674429296901316363?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7674429296901316363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7674429296901316363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/catering-for-reception.html' title='Catering for reception.'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-pzkRw6FNgsI/TwcHRGF-cjI/AAAAAAAACU0/v4g_8esmv98/s72-c/IMG_1325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2196162627685859387</id><published>2012-01-06T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:00:16.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Hehe</title><content type='html'>the previous post was embarrassing. After the one hour&amp;nbsp;therapy phone&amp;nbsp;call with B the love&amp;nbsp;counselor&amp;nbsp;followed by 2 hours of afternoon nap, I'm ready to grind again baby!!!hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I would lose everything I'm holding on to but all I need to stand tall and smile again are telephone call and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up just now and this picture appeared in my top post story. o Allah, are you giving me a sign? Bless &amp;nbsp;Kak Asay who shared this picture on FB =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/397063_230217600389592_135612266516793_460376_1426991913_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/397063_230217600389592_135612266516793_460376_1426991913_n.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The caption said: &lt;i&gt;Go ahead &amp;nbsp;complain about your life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be thankful Nurul. Please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-2196162627685859387?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2196162627685859387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2196162627685859387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/hehe.html' title='Hehe'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-5025830729319909565</id><published>2012-01-06T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:26:21.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stresss'/><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot shut every mouth who condemns me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot slap the faces that look down on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot force myself to smile every time they talk nonsense about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just cant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was bad. Last night I dreamed of a heyuuuge black wild boar played in front of my house. When it saw me, it tried to ram me with the tusks and I ran into the car. I tried to close the door but couldnt because one of the tusks was in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up with my heart beating fast. Really fast as if the dream was real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's how my day began. Later with some disturbing news from my friend didnt help much. I almost lost it and wanted to blame God for it. Astagfirullah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And at the shop today, I dont even know this woman, have only met her few times but she already condemning me like I were her daughter. I did not foresee this circumstances and I still could'nt forecast the future. Kill me for that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Few tear drops did appear today, after so long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can condemn me. But that's the limit I could swallow. Not Mom, especially. Not B too. These are my backbones from the past few months. Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray not for your misery but please be considerate. One day, if your daughter were ever in my shoes, you'll understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-5025830729319909565?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5025830729319909565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5025830729319909565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2335955116655290733</id><published>2012-01-05T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:57:44.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding talks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><title type='text'>of wedding talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sleepy and yawning every 2 minutes. But I'm waiting for the clock to strike 10 then send a message to B and wait for his call.tee hee he's working night shift tonight so I'm left bored. boooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been sometimes since I last update about my wedding preps. Truth is, I'm getting bored with all the wedding talks. This one NO kidding! I was so tired about the various options that I let my mom to choose my wedding dress design and dais. hahah I guess I cant be like the BBF who are so patient and determine to make their big day big.hew hew...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the color theme, I've decided to stick on purple. Dont care &lt;i&gt;la &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;if it's the same with my cousin. From a positive point of view I could&lt;strike&gt; recycle &lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;use some of her stuffs like purple carpets (this one i lerbbb the most...hahaha) coz you know carpets are expensive, her deco stuffs like flower and the butterflies. I could even borrow their curtains! hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2xDEMKiOuk/TwP7bblSwOI/AAAAAAAACT4/Wk72T_5w8ps/s400/388751_257119284354046_100001679282245_677049_1130577000_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2xDEMKiOuk/TwP7bblSwOI/AAAAAAAACT4/Wk72T_5w8ps/s400/388751_257119284354046_100001679282245_677049_1130577000_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeppp those purple carpets. My auntie got 3 of those. muehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPciundH3Oo/TwP7RCdHjII/AAAAAAAACTQ/e3Tw4v7bp00/s400/400404_257116354354339_100001679282245_677001_110637335_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPciundH3Oo/TwP7RCdHjII/AAAAAAAACTQ/e3Tw4v7bp00/s400/400404_257116354354339_100001679282245_677001_110637335_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yerp those butterflies. Though I have no ideas what to do with them =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basically, anything that can be recycled, I would! For the dulang, another auntie has offered to lend me hers which look almost like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRgdc_a9jI8fQvFmw-2uXJhJeb2dtXLjDCt8c924I8AehhYt41zzg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRgdc_a9jI8fQvFmw-2uXJhJeb2dtXLjDCt8c924I8AehhYt41zzg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Busu =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UajUL87Kyus/TlOl0h9NlfI/AAAAAAAAB-g/A31vZhGE4t4/s1600/2011-08-23+13.38.51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UajUL87Kyus/TlOl0h9NlfI/AAAAAAAAB-g/A31vZhGE4t4/s320/2011-08-23+13.38.51.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I have to let this idea go plus my mom is totally against this idea. Quote:&lt;i&gt; 'macam hantaran main2"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Apart of being so &lt;i&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/i&gt; with all the wedding stuffs, another reason is because I dowan to argue with Mom anymore so most of the time I would say yes to all her suggestions. I know it's my own wedding but it breaks my hear to break hers. &lt;i&gt;I'm scared that I will offend her in any ways terus majlis aku takde berkat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom wanted to have Malam Berarak oso like my cousin but abah refused. *phew*. So cancel that plan.hahah but she wants me to have the "tukar-tukar costumes" event. I really dont want to change clothes so many times coz it's tiring and when I'm tired, I'll become super grumpy. I tried to appeal (wah gitu) but she'd always use this phrase "&lt;i&gt;ko sorang jeww anak perempuan mak&lt;/i&gt;".. Kalau uols sampai hati tak??? I gave in because I'm gonna follow B to Bintulu after that so I make it a must for myself to make my mom happy in every ways through out the wedding. *Sobssss, sayang mak*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So far, I've booked the bridal shop for the dais and dresses, MUA will be my auntie, the one who did mine for engagement, wedding invitation is also done. My mom is still negotiating with her colleague for the catering. Hopefully we can get cheaper price than the quotation.tee hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;B and I are also busy listing out some of the homestays in Kuching for our family trip after the reception. This one I really put all the efforts to search for the best homestay and transportation because it's FREAKIN' family trip to Kuching yalll with all the family members coming!It's gonna be 16 of us weeeeeeeeeeee......hehehehehehehhe see, even thinking about this makes my heart flowery lah~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-2335955116655290733?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2335955116655290733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2335955116655290733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-wedding-talks.html' title='of wedding talks'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-I2xDEMKiOuk/TwP7bblSwOI/AAAAAAAACT4/Wk72T_5w8ps/s72-c/388751_257119284354046_100001679282245_677049_1130577000_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-1952671846787119637</id><published>2012-01-05T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:04:01.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>Nom nom nom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lG4ODX89eWY/TwVmb598-LI/AAAAAAAACUs/l_Ry_tVTlbQ/s1600/2012-01-05+16.54.04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lG4ODX89eWY/TwVmb598-LI/AAAAAAAACUs/l_Ry_tVTlbQ/s400/2012-01-05+16.54.04.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of the few snacks that I can munch non stop without feeling guilty. hehehehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a Cosway product, priced at RM7.90. Sorry I forgot to snap a picture of the content because all went down safely into my belly, but all I can say, yummeh and healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Annnnnddddddddddddd it helps your bowel movement tooooo!hahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ktengsbai&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/5136540361754255195-1952671846787119637?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/1952671846787119637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/1952671846787119637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/nom-nom-nom.html' title='Nom nom nom!'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-lG4ODX89eWY/TwVmb598-LI/AAAAAAAACUs/l_Ry_tVTlbQ/s72-c/2012-01-05+16.54.04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-1461185586547183133</id><published>2012-01-04T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:34:13.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My cousin's wedding!!!</title><content type='html'>Last week, on 30th of December, my cousin Anis got hitched to his boyfriend. It was a close ceremony with family and closest friends around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gUTtO6sFEQY/TwP7VBlRcMI/AAAAAAAACTg/PTgQz84vaAE/s1600/396571_2948579597373_1347821016_3047920_26720052_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gUTtO6sFEQY/TwP7VBlRcMI/AAAAAAAACTg/PTgQz84vaAE/s400/396571_2948579597373_1347821016_3047920_26720052_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Both are captains in the army =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2xDEMKiOuk/TwP7bblSwOI/AAAAAAAACT4/Wk72T_5w8ps/s1600/388751_257119284354046_100001679282245_677049_1130577000_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2xDEMKiOuk/TwP7bblSwOI/AAAAAAAACT4/Wk72T_5w8ps/s400/388751_257119284354046_100001679282245_677049_1130577000_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The dais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDwVbEjmaL4/TwP7XBhxLPI/AAAAAAAACTo/JYz0_eqAQDs/s1600/395770_257131847686123_100001679282245_677226_1676328785_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDwVbEjmaL4/TwP7XBhxLPI/AAAAAAAACTo/JYz0_eqAQDs/s400/395770_257131847686123_100001679282245_677226_1676328785_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The 'dup dap dup dap' moment. Sekali lafaz jewwww. My dad and eldest cousin were the witnesses. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nutoCoTJfa4/TwP7L1ZsVpI/AAAAAAAACTA/F_lwC1yYBuE/s1600/404848_257126427686665_100001679282245_677195_937388652_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nutoCoTJfa4/TwP7L1ZsVpI/AAAAAAAACTA/F_lwC1yYBuE/s400/404848_257126427686665_100001679282245_677195_937388652_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From her. 15 berbalas 13. Mampoo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPciundH3Oo/TwP7RCdHjII/AAAAAAAACTQ/e3Tw4v7bp00/s1600/400404_257116354354339_100001679282245_677001_110637335_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPciundH3Oo/TwP7RCdHjII/AAAAAAAACTQ/e3Tw4v7bp00/s400/400404_257116354354339_100001679282245_677001_110637335_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Came night time, it was the time for the parade. It's a custom in Melaka for the newly weds to walk while the firecrackers being light up. It was my second time to watch this kind of ceremony after... hmm....15 years maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTGDPfhWTHg/TwP7dOSK3EI/AAAAAAAACUA/0aWFtkPCXYY/s1600/379944_257138804352094_100001679282245_677267_2081859557_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTGDPfhWTHg/TwP7dOSK3EI/AAAAAAAACUA/0aWFtkPCXYY/s400/379944_257138804352094_100001679282245_677267_2081859557_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was there by no intention at all, when my auntie passed me the bunga.... ceh.. penat ai ayu2 tau.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uDgTeeoKXPM/TwP7NnyoMNI/AAAAAAAACTI/qiY967X5OWo/s1600/400612_257139881018653_100001679282245_677280_1404243287_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uDgTeeoKXPM/TwP7NnyoMNI/AAAAAAAACTI/qiY967X5OWo/s400/400612_257139881018653_100001679282245_677280_1404243287_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a custom for the bride to have '&lt;a href="http://salima-makeupartist.blogspot.com/2009/08/sanggul-lintang-adat-lama-jangan.html"&gt;sanggul lintang&lt;/a&gt;' for the night but my cousin refused. I also dowan to wear that head gear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;End of 2nd part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On 31st of December, it was the reception day. Most of the family members wore purple clothes, especially the girls in respect of the color theme.hehehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tKGvbg0ckU/TwP7k9jDgKI/AAAAAAAACUg/83LTaReIKAw/s1600/374660_10150684070449572_650174571_12027474_1393611101_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tKGvbg0ckU/TwP7k9jDgKI/AAAAAAAACUg/83LTaReIKAw/s400/374660_10150684070449572_650174571_12027474_1393611101_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not to brag but my niece was the star of the day after the newly weds.heheheheh she was friendly to everybody. But she insisted to kacau me while I was duty. Sikit2 'alang.' nak dukung.heheh haish...mish u la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wc5kPn4SVBU/TwP7euGL9LI/AAAAAAAACUI/8pC0Ngsucm8/s1600/379399_2948559596873_1347821016_3047857_1726686071_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wc5kPn4SVBU/TwP7euGL9LI/AAAAAAAACUI/8pC0Ngsucm8/s400/379399_2948559596873_1347821016_3047857_1726686071_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was the&lt;strike&gt; flower girl &lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;door gift girl with the rest of the cousins.hehe but i always escaped from the duty though because the weather was humid hot. Got headache by standing for 15 minutes under the sun. All of us got sun burn at the end of the day =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have I told chu that my baju is the same with one of the makciks who helped out during the reception??? T___T.. &amp;nbsp;I mean the pattern not the material...Why is this always happening to meeeeee?? 3 years ago when Leen got married and I was the Maid of honour, the pattern of my baju kebaya was exactly like the curtain pattern... Somebody is cursing me...huwaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now now,,, the most anticipated event of the day!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rEZyGHnaVgI/TwP7SxwfbYI/AAAAAAAACTY/SZESdpVwIck/s1600/397506_2948560756902_1347821016_3047862_612191609_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rEZyGHnaVgI/TwP7SxwfbYI/AAAAAAAACTY/SZESdpVwIck/s400/397506_2948560756902_1347821016_3047862_612191609_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The groom was waiting for his bride to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6DfPzM1bZM/TwP7Yr_YAxI/AAAAAAAACTw/UlFXNUDHQOA/s1600/395216_2948562476945_1347821016_3047869_947765418_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6DfPzM1bZM/TwP7Yr_YAxI/AAAAAAAACTw/UlFXNUDHQOA/s400/395216_2948562476945_1347821016_3047869_947765418_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tadaaaaaaaaaaa! This was my first time to witness this kind of protocol for weddings. The sword bearers. But but... not so nyem... I was sad...hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1oONuBSXMmM/TwP7h3u1tjI/AAAAAAAACUY/hyRi7K5Aoi4/s1600/378169_2948563116961_1347821016_3047871_1392316882_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1oONuBSXMmM/TwP7h3u1tjI/AAAAAAAACUY/hyRi7K5Aoi4/s400/378169_2948563116961_1347821016_3047871_1392316882_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Swords up!! *puk pang puk pang the kompang team at the back* whoaaaaa @.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4WuDyYDrB0/TwP7gFSdv6I/AAAAAAAACUQ/11MXlfOR-AU/s1600/378837_2948563476970_1347821016_3047872_933468377_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4WuDyYDrB0/TwP7gFSdv6I/AAAAAAAACUQ/11MXlfOR-AU/s400/378837_2948563476970_1347821016_3047872_933468377_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks yall!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAPhLA8860g/TwP7GRM6MEI/AAAAAAAACSw/ZirAmnhTl9Y/s1600/408437_257148467684461_100001679282245_677339_1373824514_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAPhLA8860g/TwP7GRM6MEI/AAAAAAAACSw/ZirAmnhTl9Y/s400/408437_257148467684461_100001679282245_677339_1373824514_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the meja beradab. Unlike our usual seat arrangement, for army, the guest who sit at the high table are the commandant and the sword bearers. Mom and dad. No other relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KRr1_UdjSFU/TwP7JDs6aGI/AAAAAAAACS4/97O2v_-7R4o/s1600/406881_257148351017806_100001679282245_677338_2083459720_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KRr1_UdjSFU/TwP7JDs6aGI/AAAAAAAACS4/97O2v_-7R4o/s400/406881_257148351017806_100001679282245_677338_2083459720_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cake cutting ceremony. Using a sword!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In a nutshell, it was a happy ceremony with all the relatives and friends around. The only bad thing happened on that day was somebody stole my cousin's handbag while she was going for the outdoor photoshoot. She lost her hantaran watch, 2 other watches, 2 white gold rings. Estimated loss, RM2K. T___T. At first none of us realised the incident but after the reception, somebody came to the house and said she found Anis's ic and other identifications at the road side of Kelemak. Then only we realised the bad thing. Anis was furios, of course. We all too. But thing had happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A good reminder for all bride to be. Keep your things in a safe place. Not everyone we can trust even friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hoccay yalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating the next wedding in the Family, my cousin too, Diera, in March in Pahang. wahhhhh!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;p/s All photos were taken from Kak GG's, Mak teh's and Syasya's cameras.thehehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-1461185586547183133?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/1461185586547183133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/1461185586547183133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-cousins-wedding.html' title='My cousin&apos;s wedding!!!'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gUTtO6sFEQY/TwP7VBlRcMI/AAAAAAAACTg/PTgQz84vaAE/s72-c/396571_2948579597373_1347821016_3047920_26720052_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-7884607553574155768</id><published>2012-01-04T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:00:00.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>Update laju-laju</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I went to work. My auntie still needs me to help around at the shop since she still couldnt find new worker. Mak ok jerrrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Met somebody today who has been waiting to get posted for almost 4 years now. Harus diri rasa bersyukur kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some makciks who lepak-ed at the shop today adviced me to get a real Mak Andam for my wedding because they said my cousin didnt look 'berseri' during the wedding. I was like wuuuuttt?? I dont want any traditional mak andam who will shave my face hair and recite weird mantras... &amp;nbsp;NO NO NO. But of course I just nodded and smiled. Works everytime bebeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I digged into my closet and took out all the baju kurungs to be washed. InsyaAllah I'll be posted this month so I'm starting to make some preparation in case I get posted out of Melaka. Some of the baju kurungs need to be fixed =.='. I guess because all the clothes have been kept for soo long. I seldom wore any baju kurung when I was in UKM except for presentation purposes only. heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will update on my cousin's wedding since my relatives have uploaded the pictures on FB. I didnt take any picture of the wedding because.... I was malas. Nuff said. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-7884607553574155768?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7884607553574155768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7884607553574155768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/update-laju-laju.html' title='Update laju-laju'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-3528089413442605597</id><published>2012-01-03T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T17:46:15.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K50KC7X5-EY/TwLMBMWtZyI/AAAAAAAACSk/CMMKTLESoKM/s1600/2012-01-03+13.46.14.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K50KC7X5-EY/TwLMBMWtZyI/AAAAAAAACSk/CMMKTLESoKM/s320/2012-01-03+13.46.14.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Written on the wall at my bro's hostel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sent my brother for registration today at his school. Mom paid almost 1k for the fee. How come I didnt pay anything when I was in boarding school except for yuran wajib like PIBG etc leh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Somebody asked me what's my resolution for this year? Hmmmm...... actually, all the resolutions from the past years are yet to be achieved.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-3528089413442605597?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3528089413442605597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3528089413442605597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K50KC7X5-EY/TwLMBMWtZyI/AAAAAAAACSk/CMMKTLESoKM/s72-c/2012-01-03+13.46.14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-3705179266506855942</id><published>2012-01-02T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:08:10.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>Hello Lovelies =)</title><content type='html'>How was your new year? Mine filled with fun, good food and family around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been days since I last went online with laptop. Used my laptop just to check any recent updates and then went off with the hectic of my cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Anis is married @.@ Cant believe it coz it feels like yesterday we were bathing in the same bathroom and walked together to our primary school. Or fighting over who's dresses were more gorgeous than the other.hahaha good times back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to tell and share and read. Yess I miss reading those blogs. Miss blog walking.hew hew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick update, SPP interview is out. I pass. Alhamdulillah. Our &lt;a href="http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/usaha-terakhir.html"&gt;effort last week to Putrajaya&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;seems like on the right timing. Hopefully there's my rezeki to Bintulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sent my cloth to the tailor for baju nikah. Humangaiiiii mahal gilos. Penat pujuk Auntie kasi kurang so she discounted RM20 jahhhh. I redha. B i wanna claim from chuuuuu.hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gained back all the kilos I lost from the past few months in 4 days time.See la... good company good food. Hardly get into my newly bought jeans T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-3705179266506855942?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3705179266506855942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3705179266506855942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-lovelies.html' title='Hello Lovelies =)'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-4087615029747201494</id><published>2011-12-30T08:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T08:09:22.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stresss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>I hate chu</title><content type='html'>Pimples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but since few days ago the pimples just popped out like the mushrooms after the rain. WT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face is very sensitive. I cannot wear any product I want. My face so far is only compatible with Eumora and T3 Mycin but with my condition, I cannot afford to use Eumora T__T. Expensive. huwaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure, my future husband doesnt have to fund on my make up.hahahah because I cannot wear any even lip gloss.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only can apply eye liner - and only Maybelline works so far. But to a certain extend of time. If I apply in the morning, by noon, I have to wash it away or else it will redden the eyes. and Vaseline for the lips. That's all. I'll apply compact powder on to my skin only for special occasions and suffer the consequences after that. woo &amp;nbsp;woo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRjbzcvWr5moIyVcGbX-Ief6s3f-K2wo9Ucs2TUFnWZH5mnYJ69P7yyXD4" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRjbzcvWr5moIyVcGbX-Ief6s3f-K2wo9Ucs2TUFnWZH5mnYJ69P7yyXD4" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Untung la B. this one priced at RM4.90 and will need to buy maybe once in 3 years.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My cousin wants me to be made up for her wedding. I'm still deciding.hahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoo, the solemnization will be TODAY!!!! After Jumaat prayer. I CANNOT WAIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-4087615029747201494?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4087615029747201494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4087615029747201494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-hate-chu.html' title='I hate chu'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-884521926784944068</id><published>2011-12-29T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:51:12.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Busy DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I spent my whole day running errands with my cousin who's getting married tomorrow. Yerrppp, nowadays the term 'darah manis' might not be suitable to be used anymore. A bride gotta do what a bride gotta do.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoo, I woke up early this morning as I had to go and see my dentist. I was the early bird so by 8.15am I was done.hehe I went to my cousin's house to help around. We tried to decorate the walkaway stand but my auntie disapproved of our 'creative' effort as she said the stand looked like hantu bungkus.ahahha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I drove her to Malacca city to grab few things. Stopped here and there, and we found this beauty center by accident. My cousin wanted to do the threading service. She said it's the first shop she found in Melaka!! Before this she had to go all the way to KL. The center also provides henna drawing service, voila, appointment was set to 6pm today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rqBRl_zE-E4/Tvxhd8K_OOI/AAAAAAAACSY/xZCmPh3W_GQ/s1600/2011-12-29+20.30.52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rqBRl_zE-E4/Tvxhd8K_OOI/AAAAAAAACSY/xZCmPh3W_GQ/s400/2011-12-29+20.30.52.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yerppp, I was the guinea pig for my cousin. She wanted to see how the color would turn out so i was the victim.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just parked my car at the porch once we arrived and received a phone call from another cousin. She had just arrived from Singapore with her kids and mom. Quick rest and prayer, off I drove to fetch her in Melaka Sentral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I arrived home at 3.45pm. Rested for a while, almost lost myself in the afternoon nap when suddenly my phone beeped. Another cousin was asking me to get ready as we're going to find some more things and the henna appointment. aiyakkkkkk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My cousins and me went to Tesco Cheng, ran here and there as we were running against time - the appointment. We managed to arrive at the beauty center 15 mins past 6. phewww~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waited for the drawing to be done and around 8pm, we're already heading back to Lendu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As the time of writing, my body demands to be on bed and sleep. But I wanna wait for my niece and nephew first.heheheheheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How was your day? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-884521926784944068?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/884521926784944068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/884521926784944068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/busy-day.html' title='Busy DAY'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-rqBRl_zE-E4/Tvxhd8K_OOI/AAAAAAAACSY/xZCmPh3W_GQ/s72-c/2011-12-29+20.30.52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-8640904010430587998</id><published>2011-12-28T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:12:43.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run The World Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yGndRS14lxg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I love this better than the official video. I got goosebumps from watching this.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-8640904010430587998?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8640904010430587998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8640904010430587998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/run-world-girls.html' title='Run The World Girls'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://img.youtube.com/vi/yGndRS14lxg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-6934227033603379865</id><published>2011-12-28T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T17:00:07.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stresss'/><title type='text'>Usaha terakhir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It all started 2 weeks ago, when there was this one uncle came to my auntie's shop for lunch. He's not a regular customer so he asked me about my background. When I told him I'm planning to be posted to Sarawak and marrying the guy there, he suggested for me to go to KPM and straight away ask to be posted to the state. Because, according to him, nowadays once you get posted to a place, it's very hard to ask for transfer. Unless a very strong reason like chronic illness. Even a marriage certificate or if you have kids dont guarantee for a transfer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went back home and discussed with mom. Mom later made few callings and all the people suggested to go directly to Putrajaya. I prepared an official letter and off we went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please note that, this is just an effort. I'm not asking for privileges to get posted anywhere I want. And I dont have any 'cable' for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once in Putrajaya, my parents and I went to the place. My dad was looking for the parking so Mom and I went to Level 4. At the counter, we explained about our situation bla bla bla bla.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The lady refused to let us see any of the pegawai in charge. Ok I understood that maybe you received an order from your boss not to entertain any unrelated issue. And I truly understand that our posting is yet to be processed. I just wanna submit my letter to the pegawai in charge. that's all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The lady, she was not at all friendly, making faces. You know what's her suggestion? Go to Kuching, to my maktab, ask for the posting form and change my option. ASDFGH!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()! WTH was that? My mom almost lost her temper so I pulled her away. I told the lady that I filled in the form like gazillion years ago, in 2009. Once in maktab, another one in UKM. It doesnt make sense for the maktab to still keep the form. T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Long story short, she didnt want to entertain us. So my mom and I waited for my dad at the lobby. When Abah came, we told him about the issue and he made a phone call. That person, who's from our village volunteered to help us. We waited for him and again we met him at the same place, in front of the lady.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man offered to help me submit my letter to his colleague. We told him that this was just an effort from our part regardless of the result. If I dont get it, means no rezeki. He understood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He also informed us that KPM hasnt received our names from &amp;nbsp;SPP yet. And once the names are given, there are 3 stages for the process. It takes times. Usually they will have at least 3 meetings to determine our place. Apart from that, getting posted to Bintulu might not be a problem. But not Kuching though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is also aware about TESL IPG group. Memang calon tercicir. He said we are supposed to be posted in June/July but somehow somebody or something are missing and our group got left behind. I consider this as no rezeki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoo, everything is settled. I have done things that should be done on my part. Thank you to my parents who continuously support and help me in any way they could. Now, I'm leaving everything in the hands of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/S I SHARE WHAT I KNOW BASED ON THE MEETING. PLEASE DO NOT USE ANY OF THE INFO HERE TO SPECULATE THINGS THAT MIGHT NOT BE TRUE. I'M SERIOUS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-6934227033603379865?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6934227033603379865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6934227033603379865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/usaha-terakhir.html' title='Usaha terakhir'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-6670616566457276228</id><published>2011-12-27T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:49:28.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been proposed</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3k75QdqW9Yk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not someone who usually watch any video posted on FB. I just watched this video like seconds ago. I know I'm so outdated.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I've heard the song like zillion times but never really listen to the lyric till I saw this video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To B, this is for you. =)... eh not the video above. Just the song.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s to the girl in the video, I'll pray for your happiness. InsyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-6670616566457276228?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6670616566457276228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6670616566457276228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/ive-been-proposed.html' title='I&apos;ve been proposed'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://img.youtube.com/vi/3k75QdqW9Yk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-1983935341536377493</id><published>2011-12-27T08:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T10:59:49.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad dream</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of something weird last night. I was at Tampin Complex building. The one that i went for pre wed course. I was at a florist. I was holding some one's hand. He was tall,tan but i didnt get to see his face.maybe because of his height. Apparently we were choosing flowers for our home. And I called him B. But he wasnt B. I knew because in the dream I felt no love in my heart. I knew he was my husband because though it was a dream i remember that i kept telling myself to accept and love this man as he was my husband. Even in the dream i could feel my heart wrenching. Uuuuuuuu i dont like that kinda feeling.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that man was Kwang Soo... The one from running man show. Last night before bed, B and I talked about the show and I told him i like Kwang Soo among all because he's cute especially when he shy shy cat in front of girls.haha i even told B i would love to be his girlfriend if i was single. Damnnn!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlCXEwxybyc/Tvk0IvdDmII/AAAAAAAACSE/QEcEicklCWA/s1600/lee+kwang+soo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlCXEwxybyc/Tvk0IvdDmII/AAAAAAAACSE/QEcEicklCWA/s400/lee+kwang+soo2.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's only cute on certain angle.hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gV-KkJvCmHE/Tvk0RNPr0HI/AAAAAAAACSM/UDTFRFqMBoQ/s1600/iopuiok.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gV-KkJvCmHE/Tvk0RNPr0HI/AAAAAAAACSM/UDTFRFqMBoQ/s400/iopuiok.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kwang- vatar, they call him in Running Man.hahaha far right he is &amp;nbsp;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B i want Kwang Soo no more. Dalam mimpi Allah dah bagi rasa bila dengan orang lain. Dowannnnn!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is real because when I got up this morning, first thing I did was to check my surrounding. And i thanked God that it was just a dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s Images googled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-1983935341536377493?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/1983935341536377493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/1983935341536377493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/bad-dream.html' title='Bad dream'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-qlCXEwxybyc/Tvk0IvdDmII/AAAAAAAACSE/QEcEicklCWA/s72-c/lee+kwang+soo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-8578453706716599947</id><published>2011-12-26T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T09:20:20.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>Different Backgound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never thought about this but during my pre wedding course, in one topic, the speaker talked about different background of to be married couple. Fail to adapt to the differences might lead to arguments and worse, divorce. Honestly I never really thought about this till the course. One positive thing eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I myself have a mix and sometimes confusing background and culture. haha My dad was born in Spore and grew up in Melaka. He's quite modern and open minded and hate to be attached to 'adat'. In life, he believes more in doing what the religion wants us to do more than adat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom, on the other hand, was born in a small, really small town in Sik, Kedah, grew up traditionally as a malay girl who's very much tight to the religion. But unlike my dad, mom is very traditional and takes into account most of the adat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My stepmom was born in N9, grew up in Kedah and studied overseas. She's just like my Abah, i think. Modern but based on religion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My siblings and I, apart from the mixture of our parents' background, were born in Negeri Sembilan and Melaka then later grew up in Miri, Sarawak and Brunei. fuhh! So my siblings are quite fluent to speak in Sarawakian dialect and my half siblings are fluent in Bruneian language.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvBZT8Rccyk/TvfFYiIF1-I/AAAAAAAACRw/uY_-xdd4g5A/s1600/23555_374405511780_529811780_4267802_122578_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvBZT8Rccyk/TvfFYiIF1-I/AAAAAAAACRw/uY_-xdd4g5A/s400/23555_374405511780_529811780_4267802_122578_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My bro's class. The purpose of this picture is because of the name of the school. In case people dont believe we grew up in Miri.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib4bE-NbrdU/TvfFV9RpXtI/AAAAAAAACRo/pbe5LrZNvCo/s1600/n689014857_1864634_5466515.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib4bE-NbrdU/TvfFV9RpXtI/AAAAAAAACRo/pbe5LrZNvCo/s400/n689014857_1864634_5466515.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We met Saiful Apek when we were in Jerudong Park, Brunei. That's my sis he was hugging! the rest of us were playing bumper car when they took this picture. I remembered Apek wasnt feeling so well that night. He came with the rest of Senario guys. Wahhh gitu panjang explanation.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLEEbmwvLME/TvfFvbxtkRI/AAAAAAAACR4/Cf5l7jNN7Iw/s1600/2011-12-26+08.48.22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLEEbmwvLME/TvfFvbxtkRI/AAAAAAAACR4/Cf5l7jNN7Iw/s400/2011-12-26+08.48.22.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jerudong Park too. But different year. All complete, the 9 of us siblings. Now I know how my parents felt when they brought us all to a place. Macam anak ayam ramainyer.hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anndddd I think because of this exposure, we are different.hahaha&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok my pointttt issssssss..... &amp;nbsp;(ok I crap half of the page now only come to the main point..ciss!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's crucial to learn and accept the differences&amp;nbsp;of your partner. One thing I learn is you wont get 100% of what you expect from your partner to be. The most is 60%. Therefore, setting the right mind is very important. I think I'm quite lucky that I grew up in Sarawak since B's from there. I can speak the dialect pretty much fluent - except if they use really specific term.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though B is a Melanau, he doesnt speak the languages so do his family. Because Melanau language is totally different from the Malay Sarawakian dialect. Yesss Melanau is a language by itself just like Iban and other races in Sabah and Sarawak as it has it's own language system. Lucky me because if not, I would be so quite if they talk to each other.hahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, my cousin messaged me, saying that she was in her fiance's kampung. She said that she has difficulties in understanding the dialect.haha Funny story though. Diera, my cousin is from my abah's side. and his fiancee apparently is a distant relative from my mom's side in Sik Kedah.hahah what a small world =). Anyhoo, she sometimes fails to understand the conversation. Well, my sis in law, 2 years into marriage with my bro still couldnt get the dialect from my mom's kampung. Her strategy when she cant get the conversation is nod and smile. hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apart from language, more things to be considered are food - like different states have different ways of cooking and also adat. One of the speaker said there's this one case, the wife is from Kuala Pilah N9 and the husband is from Kelantan. As we all know, both states have different taste in food. N9 is into spicy food and the latter, sweet. The couple has problem in adapting each other's taste and brought the issues to Jabatan Agama. As small as that. pheww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;eh... quite long already my entry. Aiyakk! I hope future brides and grooms can understand my point. It's still morning and I have so many things in mind.tee hehe heheheheheheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-8578453706716599947?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8578453706716599947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8578453706716599947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/different-backgound.html' title='Different Backgound'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-jvBZT8Rccyk/TvfFYiIF1-I/AAAAAAAACRw/uY_-xdd4g5A/s72-c/23555_374405511780_529811780_4267802_122578_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-7329856103379880671</id><published>2011-12-25T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:49:51.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><title type='text'>Kursus Pra Perkahwinan Tampin 2#</title><content type='html'>Yezzaaaaaaa I've graduated from pre wedding course. Muahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a &lt;strike&gt;gruelling&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;informative 2-days course, I now can tick another to-do item from the list. Yihaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's wash eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TeaKOvCHDM0/TvcgzgFpyrI/AAAAAAAACQk/jqqwvKSL33w/s1600/2011-12-24+11.16.00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TeaKOvCHDM0/TvcgzgFpyrI/AAAAAAAACQk/jqqwvKSL33w/s400/2011-12-24+11.16.00.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;View from our floor - Top floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y9Be-b3ZVk/TvchzMPcjzI/AAAAAAAACQs/mftvrJiQlvo/s1600/2011-12-25+10.43.41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y9Be-b3ZVk/TvchzMPcjzI/AAAAAAAACQs/mftvrJiQlvo/s400/2011-12-25+10.43.41.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyzLQ0KNnpM/TvcjJi5qn1I/AAAAAAAACQ8/PpET3Ya9nFM/s1600/2011-12-24+11.22.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyzLQ0KNnpM/TvcjJi5qn1I/AAAAAAAACQ8/PpET3Ya9nFM/s400/2011-12-24+11.22.55.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Inside the class during brunch time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R87XeXpMhvY/Tvcieh89VmI/AAAAAAAACQ0/ynsy9na4nVM/s1600/2011-12-25+19.20.44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R87XeXpMhvY/Tvcieh89VmI/AAAAAAAACQ0/ynsy9na4nVM/s400/2011-12-25+19.20.44.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Alhamdulillah =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I survived the course. I went alone =(. Was jealous to see some girls came with their partners. huhu Anyhoo, here are some of the info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a 2-day course.haha macam orang tak tau.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11 moduls altogether. Must attend every slots to get the certificate. Cannot miss even one! Attendance taken in every slot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of the topics covered:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ibadah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Akidah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prosedur perkahwinan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kesihatan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pembubaran perkahwinan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food were provided. For brunch and lunch. Super yummeh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tNo3bybV7Og/TvcpIG5nCKI/AAAAAAAACRc/BQg9tGaIkCg/s1600/2011-12-25+21.41.28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tNo3bybV7Og/TvcpIG5nCKI/AAAAAAAACRc/BQg9tGaIkCg/s400/2011-12-25+21.41.28.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A compilation for the whole modul.hehe Included.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all I think.hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&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/5136540361754255195-7329856103379880671?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7329856103379880671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7329856103379880671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/kursus-pra-perkahwinan-tampin-2.html' title='Kursus Pra Perkahwinan Tampin 2#'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TeaKOvCHDM0/TvcgzgFpyrI/AAAAAAAACQk/jqqwvKSL33w/s72-c/2011-12-24+11.16.00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-6169810732519046247</id><published>2011-12-22T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T19:14:26.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><title type='text'>Kursus Pra Perkahwinan Tampin</title><content type='html'>I told Mom I was going to attend the Kursus Kahwin since we might get posted in January. I told her last week. I've been dragging to go for the registration till today. Mom forced me to go. =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIfMfFzFNIQ/TvMOLWROj3I/AAAAAAAACQY/FfUKoGa8he0/s1600/2011-12-22+18.36.57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIfMfFzFNIQ/TvMOLWROj3I/AAAAAAAACQY/FfUKoGa8he0/s400/2011-12-22+18.36.57.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So off I went to Tampin, with Mom - obviously to register. The place is situated on the top floor (4storeys complex...phew!). I paid for the deposit, RM30 to ensure I have a place this weekend. RM80 for 2 days course, food included.hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some info:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Venue: Pedoman Khusus Enterprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blok B/3, Tampin Square 73000 Tampin Negeri Sembilan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tel: 06-4418579&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The course is conducted every week. But for January next year, the course only starts on 14/15 Jan 2012.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Attire: Appropriate of course. For the ladies, cover your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not excited because I'm going alone. Boo hoo... B is going for the course next year because he has no holiday left this year. gagagagaga bersedia to be forever alone that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-6169810732519046247?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6169810732519046247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6169810732519046247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/kursus-pra-perkahwinan-tampin.html' title='Kursus Pra Perkahwinan Tampin'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-gIfMfFzFNIQ/TvMOLWROj3I/AAAAAAAACQY/FfUKoGa8he0/s72-c/2011-12-22+18.36.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-6023265568308773384</id><published>2011-12-21T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T21:19:38.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>Negative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b307/blossomcupbell/2773957659_f3b490f4d6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b307/blossomcupbell/2773957659_f3b490f4d6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's this one group of people. Complain and condemn a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's this one guy. Who's effort includes meeting a VIP to seek answer regarding our posting issue. *Hats &amp;nbsp;off*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sadly, the people in the first group, keep complaining and condemning like nobody's business.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First, you did nothing except complaining. Second, when some people show some efforts, you condemn. Not only him, but Dr WEE, KPM, JPA, the government as a whole. Think: what have you done in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just hate it . To dwell with so many issues everyday, self comforting, trying to be positive each second, come some losers and say 'you wish!!' to my face, deserve a really hard slap on the face! Biarla aku nak berharap, nak berdoa. If you are that loser, go lock yourself in the room and die. Life is never a bed of roses. If they do, roses have thorns OK! *please read emotionally*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If your reason is 'i've been lied to my face several times by the gov', you can go die now. As if only you got lied &lt;i&gt;la..... &lt;/i&gt;how about the rest of us? Ceh. Drama much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It sucks everytime we receive some good news, it's like there's light at the end of the dark tunnel. Then come &amp;nbsp;a giant who's forehead spelt 'LOSER' hit the end of the wall and scream 'YOU WISH!!', it's so demotivating. Erghhhh geram! You think once you get posted, all problems solve ke?? More problems coming you knowwwwwwww. But if you complain so much now, just wait and see when you're in school.Gah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ok dah. This is the effect of bottling up my feeling from the past few months. So please, if you dont believe any of the news, you dont have to waste your effort, splashing anyone who wants to believe with your negative vibes. Just keep it to yourself and the likes, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s&lt;/b&gt; Before anybody terasa aku sindir, this post is for those who condemn people's effort. If you sigh or tweet about the problem, I'm not directing to you. makseh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-6023265568308773384?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6023265568308773384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6023265568308773384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/negative.html' title='Negative'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-4259232025764916827</id><published>2011-12-21T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:00:10.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was in school, I learnt about different ways of God helping His servants to find ideas. Like wahyu and Ilham.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During my degree years, I've received many ilham/ ideas for my microteaching while sleeping. Yessss the idea came in my dream. For example, during foundation year, we were asked to do a presentation each for Mdm Anne's subject. I was sooo worried at the time because I had no idea while my friends all were having bombastic ideas like the mummy, Jack the Reaper, Tennis (some I could recall). So 2 days before the presentation day, i slept. and the idea came. Alhamdulillah, I was awarded the best presenter. Thank you Madam Anne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another incident happened in my 1st year into degree. In a group of 7, we were to do a 10minutes microteaching for Dr. Chua's subject. And again, I was idealess for the whole week before the presentation. I was the opener - ok not funny, the one to do set induction for the whole topic. I remembered taking a nap that afternoon and dreamt of playing The Poison Box. And I nailed it!hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok bukan nak riak yerrr. My point is..... I need a new idea for wedding theme. T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, the bridal who's responsible for my cousin's wedding next week has come to set up the dais. To my surprise, my cousin has chosen the exact design of my dais. Dahlah kaler pun purple *nangis*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dont mind sharing the same color bla bla bla. But I'm concern that people are gonna compare hers and mine. So to be on a safe side, I think I need to change the color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I told mom just now and she said 'Kau ni...mak dah beli dah kain...." &amp;nbsp;-- ok nangis lagi T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sOOOOOO I wanna go and take a nap. Hoping that some ideas will emerge in my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terima kasih kerana membaca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-4259232025764916827?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4259232025764916827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4259232025764916827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/idea.html' title='Idea'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-8148819040327951068</id><published>2011-12-20T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T12:59:12.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>The end?</title><content type='html'>of my long awaiting pending posting?hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wrR763_Zr4/TvAU9SEszWI/AAAAAAAACQM/a7WP2omF_sU/s1600/2011-12-20+11.56.07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wrR763_Zr4/TvAU9SEszWI/AAAAAAAACQM/a7WP2omF_sU/s320/2011-12-20+11.56.07.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bharian today, 20/12/11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I flipped through the newspaper till my eyes caught a glimpse of the title. Finally, half black and white, the news regarding our posting.hehe After 8months of waiting. Now letsee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For my first salary, I wanna pay back all my debt to Mom. And bring the whole family for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully I'll get posted somewhere that need me to buy NO car. Car is not even in the list. Though Mom said she's gonna give my insurance money for the down payment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya Allah, InsyaAllah,&amp;nbsp;Insya Allah, InsyaAllah,&amp;nbsp;Insya Allah, InsyaAllah,&amp;nbsp;Insya Allah, InsyaAllah,&amp;nbsp;Insya Allah, InsyaAllah,&amp;nbsp;Insya Allah, InsyaAllah =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-8148819040327951068?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8148819040327951068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8148819040327951068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/end.html' title='The end?'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-6wrR763_Zr4/TvAU9SEszWI/AAAAAAAACQM/a7WP2omF_sU/s72-c/2011-12-20+11.56.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-8870399958031576354</id><published>2011-12-18T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T11:54:26.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>Patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhzdm4M90Qc/Tu1eR92ym1I/AAAAAAAACQE/iOIKlXlhiWo/s1600/2011-12-17+21.00.17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhzdm4M90Qc/Tu1eR92ym1I/AAAAAAAACQE/iOIKlXlhiWo/s400/2011-12-17+21.00.17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I smell of Ikha's vomit. =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is Sunday, 18/9/11 which means it's been almost 8months being unemployed. I'm still coping with the stress, self-comforting has become a ritual thing that I do everyday. Telling myself over and over again that the time will come for me to have a real job. InsyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Money is super tight for me, for us. Though we are yet to be married, B is shouldering most of the expenses for the wedding. I really really want to help him, to share the burden. The best I can do is not asking for ridiculous things.hehe Alhamdulillah, both of us managed to stick on the budget for the gifts. It's festive season right now so we got all of the gifts at discounted price.hehehe and maybe it's the rezeki to get married, most of the things to be settled became very smooth i.e. buying the jewelleries, booking the cards. No hustle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I have this doubt about making the right decision to get married. Whether is this the right time for us to settle down. I mean me, the unemployed. It's not like suka-suka thing 'yeayea nak kahwin yeayea nak kahwin' kinda stuff. I think about this EVERYDAY. I dont want to be anybody's luggage, to be stuck around like a leech to B when we get married. Usually I ended up feeling helpless and wanted to call the wedding off but you see, wedding is not your own thing. It involves many parties. and it's complicated. haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the moment, I'm depending 100% on my mom for the financial source. It's hard especially when mom complains about me not getting the job because it's kinda directing to me. But she is being so understanding and supportive about this. She knows that I have no other choice. Wedding aint cheap yo. My parents are sponsoring for the food and it is estimated to burn at least 20K. Because the guests are expected to be 2000 people. =.=' Takyah la cakap kahwin biasa2 ke apa. Makan jeww memang dah RM10 per head. Semoga rezeki Mak Abah terus murah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have my backup plan, what if the posting issue is yet to be solved by the time I'm married. I might stick to online business or... jeng jeng jeng... other business to do.heee Living cost in Bintulu aint cheap yo. Almost like KL since it's the oil and gas city so most people assume that those who work in Bintulu is freakin' rich. The rental starts at RM800 for a decent 3bedroom house... We plan to buy a house asap but the price starts at 300k for a single storey terrace house....... *korek wallet jap*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best I can do is be patient. I used to meroyan everyday before this but I just realize that the more I meroyan, it brings more stress on B. So it's not good. Enough with the meroyan. Be cool bebeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s I feel like writing hence the long post.hahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-8870399958031576354?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8870399958031576354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8870399958031576354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/patient.html' title='Patient'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-hhzdm4M90Qc/Tu1eR92ym1I/AAAAAAAACQE/iOIKlXlhiWo/s72-c/2011-12-17+21.00.17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-5172915645164951550</id><published>2011-12-17T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:58:49.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Us =)'/><title type='text'>Picture for wedding banner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gREHsNYwrY/Tuwg7yawypI/AAAAAAAACP8/LMejImH9wRk/s1600/P1040565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gREHsNYwrY/Tuwg7yawypI/AAAAAAAACP8/LMejImH9wRk/s400/P1040565.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;bahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we never good in taking pictures. Kayu. Mom said: Team nasheed.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Might not put any picture on the banner. Nasibla. =.='&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/5136540361754255195-5172915645164951550?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5172915645164951550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5172915645164951550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/picture-for-wedding-banner.html' title='Picture for wedding banner'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-4gREHsNYwrY/Tuwg7yawypI/AAAAAAAACP8/LMejImH9wRk/s72-c/P1040565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2234039661727146327</id><published>2011-12-14T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:30:16.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Places'/><title type='text'>Hotels in Bintulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was in Bintulu, my sweet fiancee arranged not one but 2 hotels for me to stay. The first hotel was&lt;b&gt; New Century Inn&lt;/b&gt; located near Medan Jaya (if i'm not mistaken). This is a new inn so the interior and furniture were pretty new. I specifically told B I wanted a safe place to stay since I'll be staying alone. The hotel is safe, and only 5 minutes drive from B's house =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lesgo check the interior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFJpczP_Imc/TuirtiOIiTI/AAAAAAAACOU/Fdoxelvkw-0/s1600/2011-12-03+17.24.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFJpczP_Imc/TuirtiOIiTI/AAAAAAAACOU/Fdoxelvkw-0/s400/2011-12-03+17.24.10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a small but cosy room. B insisted I got a room with a window but the view was only the back alley.haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RaGsw21z6Pc/Tuir0CojzVI/AAAAAAAACOc/tYq52jFoUHI/s1600/2011-12-03+17.24.25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RaGsw21z6Pc/Tuir0CojzVI/AAAAAAAACOc/tYq52jFoUHI/s400/2011-12-03+17.24.25.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UzHa2j8Q9jU/TuirmkP253I/AAAAAAAACOM/cY_1fzPO1wg/s1600/2011-12-03+17.23.35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UzHa2j8Q9jU/TuirmkP253I/AAAAAAAACOM/cY_1fzPO1wg/s400/2011-12-03+17.23.35.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I loveeeeeeee the toilet. Even more spacious than the bedroom.hahaha Complete with hot shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ3yt-OwRMk/Tuir-sYv9fI/AAAAAAAACOk/eeRLBYr2ikc/s1600/2011-12-03+17.25.41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ3yt-OwRMk/Tuir-sYv9fI/AAAAAAAACOk/eeRLBYr2ikc/s320/2011-12-03+17.25.41.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One unique thing about this toilet is that right in front of the toilet bowl, there was a tile with picture on it. This picture. I wonder what's its purpose. hahaah termenung time pooping???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The rate for the room is RM68 which is very very reasonable. I had a very good sleep staying 2 nights there. &amp;nbsp; My one and only complain is there wasnt any sign or arrow indicating the kiblat. I tawakal-ed by following the direction from the mosque nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After spending 2 nights at the hotel, B asked me to check out because he had booked another hotel for me. He said it was a surprise. I didnt ask many question since we had agreed earlier on that I shouldnt question anything that he arranged. So in the afternoon, after settling some chores, B drove me towards the beach. When he made a turn into a new junction, I gasped! He brought me to&lt;b&gt; Parkcity Everly Hotel Bintulu. &lt;/b&gt;I literally screamed in the car. Yeaaaaaa I know I'm so sakai. I had never in my life stayed in any beautiful hotel before this so that explains my sakainess.hahaha anyway, lets cekidaut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cdwPBG6_ytM/TuisJRdIkjI/AAAAAAAACOs/xR-jsL4ty6Q/s1600/2011-12-05+14.12.38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cdwPBG6_ytM/TuisJRdIkjI/AAAAAAAACOs/xR-jsL4ty6Q/s400/2011-12-05+14.12.38.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;King size bed all for me!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smUAqfSCA38/TuisTAQjXtI/AAAAAAAACO0/pmTXCwS3Hbw/s1600/2011-12-05+14.12.50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smUAqfSCA38/TuisTAQjXtI/AAAAAAAACO0/pmTXCwS3Hbw/s400/2011-12-05+14.12.50.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fuFiCRP-Ws8/TuiscnWLbqI/AAAAAAAACO8/f_wc99mQn8I/s1600/2011-12-05+14.13.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fuFiCRP-Ws8/TuiscnWLbqI/AAAAAAAACO8/f_wc99mQn8I/s400/2011-12-05+14.13.10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mini pantry under the tv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjOw1DBEL34/TuisngYrA3I/AAAAAAAACPE/EOJ7RKYD5aM/s1600/2011-12-05+14.13.24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjOw1DBEL34/TuisngYrA3I/AAAAAAAACPE/EOJ7RKYD5aM/s400/2011-12-05+14.13.24.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kXRjo8SviuQ/TuisyDnyYjI/AAAAAAAACPM/PL3g7mTVoLA/s1600/2011-12-05+14.13.51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kXRjo8SviuQ/TuisyDnyYjI/AAAAAAAACPM/PL3g7mTVoLA/s400/2011-12-05+14.13.51.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think the neighbour could hear me scream 'tubbbbbb!!!!!!!!!!!' I utilised this to the fullest because I used the tub for morning bath too.hahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tYKamddg0do/Tuis8JZgOeI/AAAAAAAACPU/z3PdM91n9oY/s1600/2011-12-05+14.14.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tYKamddg0do/Tuis8JZgOeI/AAAAAAAACPU/z3PdM91n9oY/s400/2011-12-05+14.14.05.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Toilettries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z4_K_B4Dm4/TuitHjEmbWI/AAAAAAAACPc/je6kzg4U794/s1600/2011-12-05+14.14.48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z4_K_B4Dm4/TuitHjEmbWI/AAAAAAAACPc/je6kzg4U794/s400/2011-12-05+14.14.48.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sejadah, Koran and Bible are provided.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnKNEPjclMQ/TuitTd6RVKI/AAAAAAAACPk/5GT7O92pZ9s/s1600/2011-12-05+14.15.34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnKNEPjclMQ/TuitTd6RVKI/AAAAAAAACPk/5GT7O92pZ9s/s400/2011-12-05+14.15.34.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATFs_ptBjbA/TuiteXfvQnI/AAAAAAAACPs/LdlN84V74TU/s1600/2011-12-05+14.15.43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATFs_ptBjbA/TuiteXfvQnI/AAAAAAAACPs/LdlN84V74TU/s400/2011-12-05+14.15.43.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The place I used to iron my clothes. The iron table was provided but it was too big for me to set up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zxUk1gLXGR0/Tuitnxa0pOI/AAAAAAAACP0/x_IJ3TxYcrg/s1600/2011-12-06+07.24.47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zxUk1gLXGR0/Tuitnxa0pOI/AAAAAAAACP0/x_IJ3TxYcrg/s400/2011-12-06+07.24.47.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;view from my room. Near the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come only 3 pictures for the 1st hotel but gazillions for the 2nd?hahaha explain my sakainesss. My only complain for this hotel is there was no room slipper to be worn especially in the morning. I was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you B for the surprise. It was unexpected, at all. He knew how much I wanted to stay in a nice hotel room. But staying alone not fun.hahahaha I dunno the rate for the room &amp;nbsp;since B is a member of Petronas Chemical Group, he got discounted price. =) *ting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-2234039661727146327?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2234039661727146327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2234039661727146327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/hotels-in-bintulu.html' title='Hotels in Bintulu'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-AFJpczP_Imc/TuirtiOIiTI/AAAAAAAACOU/Fdoxelvkw-0/s72-c/2011-12-03+17.24.10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-3658364351298744172</id><published>2011-12-13T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:02:49.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><title type='text'>Holla!</title><content type='html'>Miss me??hehe I know this is a along overdue post. Feel like ages since I last updated my blog. My bad. I fell sick starting last Wednesday. In fact, I still am right now. Please2 pray for me to get better sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you pretty people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got sick, I was lazy to turn on the laptop. Hence no update. I havent visited my facebook too. I only tweet to check on news. Facebook no. So i dunno what's happening there. Only can get the gist if my friends tweet about anything.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bintulu was nice to me. I had a tremendous great time with the fiancee and friends. Congratulations to Edmond and Crystal on your wedding. OOpps they are currently in Taiwan now for the honeymoon. It was fun during the reception. Meeting Ambun, Julian and Visha. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, we went to Miri for a day trip. Miri hasnt changed that much except its shopping complex. The number has doubled since I last visited. Which I like like like. Would love to settle down in Miri. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnddddd B surprised me in Bintulu which was so sweet of him.=)))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9VC-xq6Bhs/TubM0IW3arI/AAAAAAAACOE/doE4RWx0hwo/s1600/2011-12-05+18.39.38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9VC-xq6Bhs/TubM0IW3arI/AAAAAAAACOE/doE4RWx0hwo/s320/2011-12-05+18.39.38.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I bought this jubah in a rush, which made me dowanna wear any kind of jubah, ever. =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, wedding preps updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We've booked a bridal.yeayyy finally!.&lt;br /&gt;2. we've bought some of the gifts and jewelleries. yeayyy!&lt;br /&gt;3. we've booked the wedding invitations. yeayy!&lt;br /&gt;4. we've bought the kain for nikah. yeayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us a total of 3 days to settle everything, more like rushing.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am now broke. Totally. All my salary, my life savings have been spent wisely. Hopefully real job will come real soon or else....... I need to grow hair so that I can sell.hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I miss him. sob~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-3658364351298744172?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3658364351298744172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3658364351298744172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/holla.html' title='Holla!'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-q9VC-xq6Bhs/TubM0IW3arI/AAAAAAAACOE/doE4RWx0hwo/s72-c/2011-12-05+18.39.38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-4820610652623322070</id><published>2011-12-03T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T21:46:22.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love from Bintulu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-jMyp6lyp8q0/TtooKijICxI/AAAAAAAACN8/JIT4GT5GHSQ/2011-12-03%25252017.43.33.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-jMyp6lyp8q0/TtooKijICxI/AAAAAAAACN8/JIT4GT5GHSQ/s400/2011-12-03%25252017.43.33.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I've safely landed in Bintulu around 4.30pm. Had the scariest flight experience so far. The plane was delayed for half an hour. Then the turbulences.... The scariest was when the plane was ready to land. Suddenly the speed increased and we were back in the sky. Rasa nak nangis hokay. Apparently Bintulu received heavy down pour at the time and we spent about 15minutes circulating in the sky. Once we landed,some passengers clapped in relief.ingat i sorg jeww takut.muehehe &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Aaanyway, i'm sooo happy to see B. Had dinner at Chicken Hartz. I tell you Chicken Hartz in Sarawak, be it in Kuching or Bintulu always taste much better than in KL.. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Tomorrow we'll visit Miri.ueayyyyyyyy. The last time I was there was in 2008. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Lots of love. Ngeeee&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-4820610652623322070?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4820610652623322070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4820610652623322070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-from-bintulu.html' title='Love from Bintulu.'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://lh5.ggpht.com/-jMyp6lyp8q0/TtooKijICxI/AAAAAAAACN8/JIT4GT5GHSQ/s72-c/2011-12-03%25252017.43.33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-8146896110263257711</id><published>2011-12-02T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T21:09:50.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song and Lyrics'/><title type='text'>You Da One</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon this song while searching for new songs to download. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's perfect to celebrate few days ahead when I'll spend the time with the fiancee. Auuuu! I'm flying to Bintulu tomorrow peopleeeeee. Attending dear friends' wedding (both my classmates) and dating with B. huahahahahahahahah. Aaanyway....let's karaoke-ing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/rlZdez9DkXs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rlZdez9DkXs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rlZdez9DkXs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="big" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lyricsContent" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 27px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;You the one that I dream about all day&lt;br /&gt;You the one that I think about always&lt;br /&gt;You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!&lt;br /&gt;My love is your love, your love is my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rihanna]&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I love you, I need you here&lt;br /&gt;Give me all the time&lt;br /&gt;Baby we meant to be&lt;br /&gt;You got me, smiling all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know how to give me that&lt;br /&gt;You know how to pull me back&lt;br /&gt;When I go runnin, runnin&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to get away from loving ya&lt;br /&gt;You know how to love me hard&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie, I'm falling hard&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I'm falling for ya but there's nothin wrong with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You the one that I dream about all day&lt;br /&gt;You the one that I think about always&lt;br /&gt;You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!&lt;br /&gt;My love is your love, your love is my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You the one that I dream about all day&lt;br /&gt;You the one that I think about always&lt;br /&gt;You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!&lt;br /&gt;My love is your love, your love is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rihanna]&lt;br /&gt;Baby come, tear me now, hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Make me come alive&lt;br /&gt;You got the sweetest touch&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy, you came in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know how to give me that&lt;br /&gt;You know how to pull me back&lt;br /&gt;When I go runnin, runnin&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to get away from loving ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You know how to love me hard&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie, I'm falling hard&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I'm falling for ya but there's nothin wrong with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You the one that I dream about all day&lt;br /&gt;You the one that I think about always&lt;br /&gt;You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!&lt;br /&gt;My love is your love, your love is my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You the one that I dream about all day&lt;br /&gt;You the one that I think about always&lt;br /&gt;You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!&lt;br /&gt;My love is your love, your love is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;And Yes I'm kinda crazy,&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens baby,&lt;br /&gt;When you put it down&lt;br /&gt;You should've give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Good like that,&lt;br /&gt;Should've hit it like that,&lt;br /&gt;Had me yellin' like that&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know you would've had me coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You the one that i'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;You the one that i'm loving&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other, that's like you&lt;br /&gt;No there's just one, one, one&lt;br /&gt;No baby just one, one&lt;br /&gt;I bet you wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You the one that I dream about all day&lt;br /&gt;You the one that I think about always&lt;br /&gt;You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!&lt;br /&gt;My love is your love, your love is my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You the one that I dream about all day&lt;br /&gt;You the one that I think about always&lt;br /&gt;You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!&lt;br /&gt;My love is your love, your love is mine&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/5136540361754255195-8146896110263257711?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8146896110263257711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8146896110263257711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-da-one.html' title='You Da One'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-232358201123520729</id><published>2011-12-01T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T17:45:51.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding talks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><title type='text'>Wedding talks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;According to the ticker, we have 5 months, 3 weeks and 4 days left before our 'I do' ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday B called me, he just had a meeting with his vendor in Sibu and confirmed their booking. His side has also confirmed the Hall for wedding venue, catering, dais and decoration, photographer and wedding cake and favors. All in less than a day. Our side???? Only the photographer is confirmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;straight&amp;nbsp;away told mom about their side's progress. Mom said it's still too e arly. Then I told her "Mak, tinggal 5 bulan 3 minggu 5 hari je tauuu"... and she was like... whatt? She didnt know I was counting.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After she was silent for few minutes, she grabbed her mobile phone and started dialling. Apparently, She was calling the caterer, the one from my brothers' reception. She asked about the price per head bla bla bla. And the caterer confirmed that the price remains the same RM8 per head (like 3 years ago punya price) hahaha The caterer reminded Mom that she can only take 5 jobs per day and people have started booking her till June. Baru Mak nebes tau. So the catering is 50% done.tee hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another progress is I've booked for henna drawing lady (sukati aku jewww term macam tu) for nikah. Yesterday I asked Mom should I have simple henna or she wanted with the drawing too. She said 'up to you' la. So I said just make the simpler version. I'm gonna do it. She later said 'kita mana pandai buattttt'. You get the hint? She wants the one with the drawing. Adoi omak den! Last night I sruveyed for a lil bit, and found this lady who offers henna drawing service in Melaka. Melaka brides,,,, &lt;a href="http://www.aziehennacreator.blogspot.com/"&gt;visit here!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Chanteq Henna Creation. She offers various packages but I'm opting for the cheapest. As long as it satisfies my mom's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4_51tp34VU/TtdK8C1TkgI/AAAAAAAACN0/8oKnErHx-k8/s1600/DSC01949+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4_51tp34VU/TtdK8C1TkgI/AAAAAAAACN0/8oKnErHx-k8/s320/DSC01949+%25281%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taken from the blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Another progress isssss I've booked an appointment with my photographer, next week. Since B's in town, it's best for the both of us to go and see him in Batu Pahat. Road trip! Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;what else eh? haaaa.... I'm searching around for affordable homestay in Kuching for my family trip 3 days before our wedding reception. We gonna stop at Kuching for 3 days 2 nights trip before flying to Sibu.hehe I've emailed some and one has replied (my first choice apparently). I kinda like their houses since they can cater for big group. It's gonna be 14 of us. Now I need to find some money for the deposit. Oh they also have rental van service. Now keep digging Nurul till you find the manehhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So far so good. I'm changing my hard headed attitude towards Mom by trying to fulfill what she wants for the wedding. Because of our constant disagreement, nothing gets settled. So for the benefits for all of us, I follow you makkkkk!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s I know lately I always talk about wedding stuff. Who wouldnt if you have a wedding to make?hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-232358201123520729?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/232358201123520729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/232358201123520729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/12/wedding-talks.html' title='Wedding talks!'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4_51tp34VU/TtdK8C1TkgI/AAAAAAAACN0/8oKnErHx-k8/s72-c/DSC01949+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2536694282999672241</id><published>2011-11-30T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T21:47:12.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding talks'/><title type='text'>Worth of Money - Wedding Photographer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanna ngerepak (membebel) in this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've booked my photographer like zillion months ago. Ok tipu. Booked in June. I took the risk of booking him though the date wasnt decided back then. I TOOK THE RISK AND PAID THE DEPOSIT. wah emoss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why? Because I fall in love with his work. His pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And only recently Mom knew about this. She seemed upset that I paid that much for &lt;a href="http://mohdrazali.com/"&gt;a photographer&lt;/a&gt;. Penat den terang kek omak den.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not about the money. It's the worth I'm looking for. My mom said her school photographer only charges RM900 for an event. Mine was 2k. But I got lucky. For 2 events the total does not exceed 3k. He waives the transportation and accommodation fee. It's still under my budget. Yesss I put soo much money for a photographer. The rest - pelamin, baju bla bla I dont care. No pelamin oso can. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gE53Ci0xUYc/TtYlLddJQ9I/AAAAAAAACNk/E6LJUPHCzGQ/s1600/200737_197271506961562_137450609610319_630781_6697701_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gE53Ci0xUYc/TtYlLddJQ9I/AAAAAAAACNk/E6LJUPHCzGQ/s400/200737_197271506961562_137450609610319_630781_6697701_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QeAB4cxHIxQ/TtYlNLod2oI/AAAAAAAACNs/DzFTXJnpxPo/s1600/377140_300298629992182_137450609610319_1060741_514993839_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QeAB4cxHIxQ/TtYlNLod2oI/AAAAAAAACNs/DzFTXJnpxPo/s400/377140_300298629992182_137450609610319_1060741_514993839_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i ALWAYS, and always love to see group photos. They speak the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I told my bro and sis in law about this, and they agreed with me. They told me some of their friends hired inexperienced photographers for their weddings. Some were cheaper and more expensive than mine. But the outcomes were not satisfying. There was one of my bro's friend, the photographer's charged cheap but the pictures were printed from a printer used at home!!! and the pictures were over edited i.e. the faces in the pictures were glowing - &amp;nbsp;terover terputih gitu. alaaa you know that kind of picture la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually my writing was interrupted by mom about an hour ago. So I basically lost about everything I wanted to write.hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Soooo if you were in my shoes, wudcha &amp;nbsp;opt for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;a RM900 photography package but the outcomes were blerggghhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;orrrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;pay a bit more like 2k but the result is satisfying?? it's your call. For a lifetime memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1695197461"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/fotobyrazali"&gt;p/s Photo Credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s I'm not hiring any videographer. No budget. Plus I dont think we need it. Plus Abah's camera can record good video. Plus my phone oso can record high quality video.haha later can use Windows Movie Maker and edit and include a song.hahahaha ok lame joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-2536694282999672241?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2536694282999672241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2536694282999672241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/worth-of-money-wedding-photographer.html' title='Worth of Money - Wedding Photographer'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gE53Ci0xUYc/TtYlLddJQ9I/AAAAAAAACNk/E6LJUPHCzGQ/s72-c/200737_197271506961562_137450609610319_630781_6697701_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-5591199106655939082</id><published>2011-11-30T14:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:55:32.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><title type='text'>Heart Liver (Jantung Hati)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9509ZpxxTM0/TtXOT2HwKhI/AAAAAAAACNU/JkJn3Mu697w/s400/2011-11-26+13.02.48.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pGo_grogCM/TtXOeaf1AZI/AAAAAAAACNc/M4dIkP8DvYA/s1600/2011-11-27+20.10.58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pGo_grogCM/TtXOeaf1AZI/AAAAAAAACNc/M4dIkP8DvYA/s400/2011-11-27+20.10.58.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Watching them reminds me of my time, when I was younger, with all the cousins =)&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/5136540361754255195-5591199106655939082?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5591199106655939082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5591199106655939082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/heart-liver-jantung-hati.html' title='Heart Liver (Jantung Hati)'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jrmNV2C6j00/TtXMqsaUg8I/AAAAAAAACMc/KLzyA1gcCHA/s72-c/2011-11-25+19.04.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-7786776754328143824</id><published>2011-11-29T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T20:05:37.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>Berkat rezeki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I started working with my auntie, i received some offers to be a part time lecturer at uitm Lendu. They are in a serious need for lecturers since the campus is expanding.Not that I'm not interested but it's complicated since I'm bound with a 5-year contract with the government. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until.last week, there was this customer, apparently a senior lecturer asking about me bla bla bla.when i told him i'm yet to be posted,he asked to send a resume. I kindly explain my situation with all the contract thingy bla bla bla. He later claimed that he was under the scholarship too like me but he simply didnt report for duty and breached the contract just like that. He told me to do the same thing too. As usual, nodded and smiled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have this concern about breaching the contract and not paying it back. Dont you think it's like robbing the money? The taxpayers' money? It's definitely Not Halal right to spend the money and dont fulfill what's expected of you. Then where's the berkat in your rezki? It's a large sum of money of 6 years of education,everything was paid off by the government. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just yesterday, appeared in Metro Newspapers 3 pages full of names of people who breach the KPM contract. Let's say a person was sponsored 90k worth of sum. The list showed more than few hundreds!!!! How much money was spent? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh90EE425eM/TtTKAdDHq6I/AAAAAAAACMU/F6v_Z0ytN7Q/s1600/2011-11-28+07.52.08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: xx-small; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh90EE425eM/TtTKAdDHq6I/AAAAAAAACMU/F6v_Z0ytN7Q/s400/2011-11-28+07.52.08.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dated 28/11/11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh terpanjang pulak membebel. I'm just saying. If you wanna quit, quit then but pay back all the money. Duit tak berkat bagi makan anak bini, apa jadi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-7786776754328143824?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7786776754328143824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7786776754328143824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/berkat-rezeki.html' title='Berkat rezeki'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-Jh90EE425eM/TtTKAdDHq6I/AAAAAAAACMU/F6v_Z0ytN7Q/s72-c/2011-11-28+07.52.08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-6918138485519303634</id><published>2011-11-28T07:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T07:47:30.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-UaguEwSPfzs/TtLMDxRV29I/AAAAAAAACMM/gcRAscctBv4/2011-11-27%25252020.11.09.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-UaguEwSPfzs/TtLMDxRV29I/AAAAAAAACMM/gcRAscctBv4/s400/2011-11-27%25252020.11.09.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Reporting from Penang:-D.... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; We are going back today. To Shah Alam. My mom and I might stop for a night in Shah Alam before going back to Melaka. I had a fun family trip this time.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; But i miss the fiance. Spending times with family sometimes made me forget about him. Havent had long talk with him for daysss already. But come Saturday, i'm gonna see him baybeh!!!! Hoyeah hoyeah hoyeah hoyeah. Gonna spend a week with him in Bintulu and Melaka.*joget joget joget joget*. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And i cant wait to be at my friends' weddingggggg.my classmates are getting married.woot woot! The only thing is that this is my 1st time attending a Chinese wedding. Donno what to wear and expect. :D. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; What else eh? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; See you lovely people sooonnnn :-)&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-6918138485519303634?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6918138485519303634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6918138485519303634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/lalala.html' title='Lalala'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://lh3.ggpht.com/-UaguEwSPfzs/TtLMDxRV29I/AAAAAAAACMM/gcRAscctBv4/s72-c/2011-11-27%25252020.11.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2964671508672839956</id><published>2011-11-25T07:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T07:35:02.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeenyummmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9PXalbA3K0w/Ts7UoxrFwDI/AAAAAAAACME/7mnFq48bk5o/2011-11-24%25252018.29.17.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9PXalbA3K0w/Ts7UoxrFwDI/AAAAAAAACME/7mnFq48bk5o/s400/2011-11-24%25252018.29.17.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My nephew. Making him smile was a total challenge.finally berjaya! Off to kedah after jumaat prayer.this will be adam's 1st trip to kedah!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-2964671508672839956?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2964671508672839956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2964671508672839956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/eeenyummmm.html' title='Eeenyummmm'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://lh3.ggpht.com/-9PXalbA3K0w/Ts7UoxrFwDI/AAAAAAAACME/7mnFq48bk5o/s72-c/2011-11-24%25252018.29.17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2700997723550868693</id><published>2011-11-24T08:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T09:15:42.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><title type='text'>Bridal Boutiques Melaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom and I are currently doing major survey for bridal boutiques lately. And it usually led to stress. Stress because Mom and I are never thinking alike =.='. She has her own taste and I have mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaanyway, wanna list down all the 3 boutiques that we have visited so far. Not that many ponnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://geecantik.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gee Cantik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location&lt;/b&gt;: Masjid Tanah near Family Store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Package&lt;/b&gt;: wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy beyond my budget. Starting from 4k. Gulp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comment&lt;/b&gt;: GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All the dresses are modern and beyuuutifulll. New and fresh I tell you. The interior was nicely decorated and tidy. The lady who entertained us was very friendly. PR Skill: Tip Top. And oh, they have the dress that Farah AF wore for her wedding last time. Price to rent just that is RM3500.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UqDWuebjogU/Ts2Zo2IQa7I/AAAAAAAACL8/EYEZz8MFCmo/s1600/379492_272008482841188_205790512796319_733470_1685599259_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UqDWuebjogU/Ts2Zo2IQa7I/AAAAAAAACL8/EYEZz8MFCmo/s400/379492_272008482841188_205790512796319_733470_1685599259_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=272008482841188&amp;amp;set=a.272008442841192.59028.205790512796319&amp;amp;type=3&amp;amp;theater"&gt;Pic source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This boutique is fully book for my date.takpela... memang tak mampooo pun.hehe But if you are willing to burn the cash, dont hesitate. It's definitely a good choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. The one in Cheng. --&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location&lt;/b&gt;: Cheng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Package&lt;/b&gt;: affordable. Starting from 1500k. Flexible too. I told them I only wanna 2 outfits, not 4 as stated in the package. They said I'll get new dress. Wah gituuu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comment&lt;/b&gt;: Not to my liking. The boutique was untidy and got this one kind of smell. But their daises are gorgeous! The dresses not so. We were entertained by the daughter of the owner. PR skill: ehhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. The one in MITC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location&lt;/b&gt;: MITC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Package&lt;/b&gt;: affordable. Starting from 1600k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comment&lt;/b&gt;: The dresses were new and modern. Their daises too. The only thing is that the lady who entertained us. I asked about the package, about bantal nikah, about whether the dresses come with full accessories. She hesitated to answer. About the bantal nikah, I asked whether it's included in the package. She answered 'Bolehla, kalau ada nanti kami bagi '. I was like.. whatttt? I'm not asking to be given free. I wanted to know whether it's included. and about the veil and accessories also she reacted the same. One thing when she hesitated, she looked away, and refused any eye contact. Of course I'd think something is not right. So in the end, Mom said reject jahhhh. But sayang...their dresses are pwetttyyyy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you notice, I didnt mention the exact name or location of the 2 boutiques. Because maybe the unfortunate events only happened to me, not to others. So it's not fair to judge them by only a single meeting. Tee hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now stress mode is on since only I week left before B is here. Everything needs to be confirmed asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next week gonna do more survey. Stay tuned baybeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s the color theme is not confirmed yet. Because the not -thinking-alike between me and mom.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-2700997723550868693?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2700997723550868693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2700997723550868693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/bridal-boutiques-melaka.html' title='Bridal Boutiques Melaka'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-UqDWuebjogU/Ts2Zo2IQa7I/AAAAAAAACL8/EYEZz8MFCmo/s72-c/379492_272008482841188_205790512796319_733470_1685599259_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-8127693753292691594</id><published>2011-11-23T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:31:51.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>SPP Interview. First hand experience baby!</title><content type='html'>Today the most anticipated day arrived. The day of my interview and my vendor meeting.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NWpG3h6fj9U/Tsy6rD4kfqI/AAAAAAAACLs/l2R3A9lEeUw/s1600/2011-11-18+17.29.02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NWpG3h6fj9U/Tsy6rD4kfqI/AAAAAAAACLs/l2R3A9lEeUw/s400/2011-11-18+17.29.02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one does not follow the requirement. The fonts are smaller.hehehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ia0z_73sEkg/Tsy71aDXDYI/AAAAAAAACL0/RJ9d_Ka6pto/s1600/2011-11-23+06.26.26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="335" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ia0z_73sEkg/Tsy71aDXDYI/AAAAAAAACL0/RJ9d_Ka6pto/s400/2011-11-23+06.26.26.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yours truly. I lost 1kg due to food poisoning. muahahahahahahahha *point sebenar tunjuk gambar*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met new people today, Fazleen from IPPMM, Bee Guat from IPIK and Kak Zukma from DPLI course. They were insane! The moment we met, we clicked instantly, especially Fazleen with her crazy outrageous sense of humor.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there were 13 of us, divided into 3 groups. I was in the 2nd group with the people mentioned above. And I was the first of the row. So most of the questions were attacked to me. But thank god those interviewees from the 1st group had warned me earlier to be prepared and to think quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of questions asked (specific to me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kepentingan FPK&lt;br /&gt;2. Relation between FPK and Wawasan 2020&lt;br /&gt;3. Maksud keadilan sosial.&lt;br /&gt;4. What makes a country country? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rounds of Qns and Ans, we were asked to do a simple microteaching. =.='''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain the relation between Perlembagaan, Undang-undang and Parlimen. This one I owe Fazleen a lot since she discussed about this while waiting for our turn. Or else, memang hangus la aku goreng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given freedom to speak in English or BM. I chose BM. and the rest followed suit.hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was the first to do microteaching, I &amp;nbsp;stumbled many times. By stumbled I mean giggled. Yes I giggled because I was trying to buy some times and think of my strategy. Once I got the groove, yea baby, I smooth. Ok tipu. tak smooth pun because I didnt really know how to explain such topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I remember very closely was the time I called out 'Chin' to answer my question. Yes, I called the interviewer by his name, no salutation. Matilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. The rest semua muka cuak that time.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my defense, he himself said he was my students. so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy, he gave me 5/10 for my microteaching.hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 1 hour 15 minutes for the interview to end. Phewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to Mom who waited for me the whole time in the car, Umi, dayah, iffa, lukman and ismail for the messages, Kak GG, Anis, Syasya and Ziela for your tweets. Mak terharu hoccayyyyy. Didnt know so many people knew bout my interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Okie bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s Tomorrow I'm off to Shah Alam. On Friday to Kedah, attending my cousin's wedding. Will be back on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-8127693753292691594?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8127693753292691594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8127693753292691594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/spp-interview-first-hand-experience.html' title='SPP Interview. First hand experience baby!'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-NWpG3h6fj9U/Tsy6rD4kfqI/AAAAAAAACLs/l2R3A9lEeUw/s72-c/2011-11-18+17.29.02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-915047040524770833</id><published>2011-11-23T05:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:59:28.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngerepak'/><title type='text'>Interview, Hunting and in between</title><content type='html'>Today is the interview dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. I woke up as usual, 5.30 am. I wanted to read some notes but my mind refused to accept any. Manja kau kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister tweeted this photo last night. a print screen of my dad's education in Facebook. Bahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ssBbwedlaJQ/TswY25axhKI/AAAAAAAACLk/q1l-uWdY2sI/s1600/Ae26ckqCIAEQzfQ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ssBbwedlaJQ/TswY25axhKI/AAAAAAAACLk/q1l-uWdY2sI/s640/Ae26ckqCIAEQzfQ.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah Abah den yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was strict when we grew up. We were all scared of him but till right now have the highest respect for him. He was a great teacher of his time. When he was teaching in Brunei, he successfully taught the kids Physic etc and for the 1st time in the school history, all students passed. He was crowned most favourite teacher for Teachers' Day every year!. But it's hard work people. I saw him staying up late preparing teaching materials bla bla. An inspiration indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh tetiba ter brag about my dad. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after the Interview, my mom and I will be visiting two bridal boutiques (that explains my laaaazinesss to study. I cannot focus!!). Appointment has been made. hehehehehe eksaited tak??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to upload pictures k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Asia is having promotion again. The ticket is super cheap but AS USUAL, no cheap tickets for KL-SIBU. Uwaaaaa ingat den anak tokey balak apee??? Tickets from KL to Kuching, Bintulu and Miri starts at RM29~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it's 6am. Time to hit the shower and off to Melaka for the interview. Doakan saya yerrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s Interview ini penting sbg penentu untuk dilantik sebagai GURU jika lulus. And I need a job for wedding funds. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-915047040524770833?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/915047040524770833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/915047040524770833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/interview-hunting-and-in-between.html' title='Interview, Hunting and in between'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-ssBbwedlaJQ/TswY25axhKI/AAAAAAAACLk/q1l-uWdY2sI/s72-c/Ae26ckqCIAEQzfQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-6926502785444786178</id><published>2011-11-21T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:33:34.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to work today feeling unsure. Should or shouldnt I go to work today. &amp;nbsp;But in the end, I went. I was feeling drowsy and uneasy the whole morning. I sweated by not doing anything. Came noon, it felt soo much better. The minute I arrived home, toilet was the destination.miahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, I 'seduced' mom to come with me to Mydin. Wanted to buy the shoes but dowanna go alone. tee hee... By the way, mom was having cherry berry too due to the food from yesterday wedding reception. But she insisted on going.well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once in Mydin, it took me less that 5 minutes to buy the shoes. I've been eyeing this shoes for months. Alhamdulillah. Finally they're mineeeeee!!! *evil laugh*. Why am I so excited for the shoes? You see, the last time I bought shoes was last year, in July. More than a year already. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*engagement shoes and flip flops dont count.hahahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXLWSnvMykg/TsozceeZ7jI/AAAAAAAACLc/IGXNXfiUK3I/s1600/2011-11-21+17.35.25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXLWSnvMykg/TsozceeZ7jI/AAAAAAAACLc/IGXNXfiUK3I/s400/2011-11-21+17.35.25.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bata. Hopefully this one can last till I get my first baby.hahaha Only 2 inches high.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Afta that, went for some grocery shopping in Mydin in less than 30 minutes. NEW RECORD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once we stepped out of Mydin, Mom gave me hints that she wanted to eat at Secret Recipe as she had never been there before. I said no problemo. But before that we went to survey around Kota Fashion, looking for one of the bridal boutique. This was an impromptu plan. Unfortunately, the boutique was closed. We then passed by Romantika, stopped by for a while surveying for door gifts. Then to KK Home Deco. I'm sorry Romantika, but KK Home Deco is definitely a wiser choice. Wide variety with cheaper price. Mom landed her eyes on this particular gift, and decided that would be the gifts for VIPs. tee hee...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Done with washing eyes, Secret Recipe was the final destination before we headed back. Mom wanted to eat lasagne since her colleague couldnt stop talking about it.(Sakai much?). We ordered one lasagne with a slice of Choc Indulgence and Ice Lemon Tea. Mom ate most of it since I had no appetite due to the food poisoning. It was my surprise treat for Mom. And the feeling was &lt;i&gt;unexplainable&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the car, mom jokingly said "Makan kat sini tak cover duit ko keja sehari kan?" haha takpela. Bukan salu Mak oiii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fruitful trip today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s My interview will be in 2days. Read some stories from earlier. Felt nervous. Am i ready? NOT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-6926502785444786178?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6926502785444786178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6926502785444786178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-UXLWSnvMykg/TsozceeZ7jI/AAAAAAAACLc/IGXNXfiUK3I/s72-c/2011-11-21+17.35.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-4173210399297701855</id><published>2011-11-19T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:02:40.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Under the weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up today feelin a lil bit light headed. Then cherry berry came for few rounds and stopped at noon. After that, I felt&amp;nbsp;nauseous the whole day, till just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yess, I finally threw up all the indigest food in my belly. Feeling soooo much better. It came without warning though. Lucky I was able to run to the bathroom. The only thing is that, I threw up in the sink..... all the food got stuck and I had to use my hand to scoop them all out, threw into the toilet bowl and flushed. Yuckkkkks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm guessing food poisoning. It's the same the way I feel right now with when I was in Genting last time. Only my cherry berry didnt last long. But the pain, like thousands of pins being pinched into my stomach comes several times. The pain last for several seconds, enough to leave me breathless, gawking for air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Erego my plan for the weekend, to read for the interview. Tomorrow then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite my condition, mom and I went for bridal boutique hunting this afternoon. Since B is coming in 2 weeks, we need to finalise the vendor asap for clothes fitting. You think it's too early? I tot so too but I was damnnnnn wrong. One of the option, the boutique was fully book for our date. boo hoo.. We went to another one in Cheng, the package looks interesting though but Mom prefers the &lt;i&gt;premons&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;we met the other day. Oh well, just go with the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apart from that, we went to visit nenek in the evening. Her condition has improved but she remains at lost most of the time. Talked to Busu Ros just now. She said Nenek was talking about many things like she called out for my auntie, Mak Teh in Spore, asking whether she had prepared the lemangs for raya, or calling Bibik to saw the bamboo to make lemang.She also asked to be brought into the room, the one at the back and wanted to sleep there. But she's ok. Her leg is doing better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What else eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh Congrats Malaysia for winning the match against Myanmar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semoga esok sudah sembuh. Saya perlu belajar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-4173210399297701855?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4173210399297701855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4173210399297701855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/under-weather.html' title='Under the weather'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-6208215700253715480</id><published>2011-11-18T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T21:29:44.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was crazy, at the shop I mean. One of the shops in our village was closed so all the customers went to ours. I had no help apart from my auntie, but she went back at forth checking on Nenek several times. During peak hour, usually I went for automode - &amp;nbsp;I didnt think about everything that I did, just went with the flow. Which usually led to mistake. Which I super hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Usually I got scolded by fussy customers, or the least, they made faces when the have to wait for some times for their food to arrive. And this usually the first timer, not our regular ones. They dont understand that we only have one cook, whom only have a pair of hands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I myself dont get the aim of this post. I'm rambling. Because I'm tired. Because my mind is tired. Working isnt easy. And I ONLY work for 6++ hours per day, 5 days per week. I now become somebody who values money so much, as small as 10cents because it was that hard to earn that much per day. But I'm happy. With RM20 per day, I have saved up for my trip to Bintulu. Alhamdulillah. No need to ask money from Mom or borrow from B =))). And with the money, I can buy new pair of shoes, as mentioned before for my interview. And InsyaAllah, to book for invitation cards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tolong lah jangan cakap aku menunjuk ok. aku lempang karang.&lt;/i&gt; I'm just feeling grateful, with all the blessings around me. Plus there's nothing to show off pun. Just a decent work as a waitress at a small shop in front of my auntie's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the next entry, I'm gonna talk about the types of customer I face each day I work.tee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-6208215700253715480?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6208215700253715480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6208215700253715480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/off.html' title='Off'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-8051137347113927396</id><published>2011-11-17T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:35:12.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>Nenek is making good progress today. Alhamdulillah. After work, I helped my auntie to bath her, together with Yaya and Cik Intan. I helped to lift her from the wheel chair to the bed. I couldnt. My nenek is so small. Yet I couldnt lift her. In the end, Cik Intan and my auntie did the work. I was too scared that I might hurt her. She's already in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenek was begging everyone she saw to send her home. Not the one she grew up with. Her current home. Hehe she even asked my brother Lukman to send her home. She said she'd pay for the tambang. awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I managed to do some reading just now. Finally my brain wanted to be fed with information. That's a progress people. My interview will be on Wed, next week at 7.30am. Less than a week already. Speaking of it, I need to buy some pens and pencil, just to be prepared. And am yet to make new name tag and also the best part, buy a new court shoes bebehhhhh!!! The old one just decided to end its service after 2 years. hoyeah hoyeah. that's the best part right??? I've eyed a pair at Bata. nom nom nom - &amp;nbsp;eh makan kasut ke &amp;nbsp;ape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha it's 9.30pm now and I'm off to lala land in 45 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-8051137347113927396?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8051137347113927396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8051137347113927396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-5305959119216695860</id><published>2011-11-16T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:10:03.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>It is hard for me</title><content type='html'>When my maternal grandparents were sick, I wasnt around to see. Then the sad news came. When my paternal grandpa got sick, again I wasnt around. Then the house phone rang with the bad news. I wasnt around to see the figures i love started losing their strength and lost in the battle against time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nenek is sick.it got worse after she fell in front of the bathroom last Monday. Now she's staying with my auntie,the one i work for. My auntie spent most of her time looking after her since 3 days ago.sometimes she'd come to the shop to cook lunch for nenek or spilled her heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,nenek kept asking for water.she was so thirsty.if you know what it means,you know.even the people at the shop said the same thing. She also kept asking my auntie to send her to her old house, the house she grew up in when she was little. The house isnt there anymore. It was a long long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, i'm around to see. And it is hard for me.it's hard because she's in pain. She groans everytime somebody moves her legs. Last night she couldnt sleep because of the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me. Breaks my heart everytime i see her like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-5305959119216695860?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5305959119216695860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5305959119216695860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-my-maternal-grandparents-were-sick.html' title='It is hard for me'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-4980434214952605894</id><published>2011-11-14T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T18:39:21.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>Wedding Theme: Rustic Vintage</title><content type='html'>This theme has been the talk in Fb today. I dont know this couple but I admire them. The fact that they choose something that is totally different than the usual Malay wedding theme. Rustic Vintage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E1N6Qh3DDeg/TsDunR_q1bI/AAAAAAAACLE/xM631G0pDPE/s1600/310582_293456897352646_100000650143035_1075674_436024791_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E1N6Qh3DDeg/TsDunR_q1bI/AAAAAAAACLE/xM631G0pDPE/s400/310582_293456897352646_100000650143035_1075674_436024791_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2D1b4CXTHHY/TsDurUai2FI/AAAAAAAACLU/WsQIrKfl95E/s1600/387728_293457497352586_100000650143035_1075676_1925734338_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2D1b4CXTHHY/TsDurUai2FI/AAAAAAAACLU/WsQIrKfl95E/s400/387728_293457497352586_100000650143035_1075676_1925734338_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And now, the dais!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UhlepFValpc/TsDuo22SxbI/AAAAAAAACLM/g2Wn9_W9818/s1600/377506_293454247352911_100000650143035_1075660_855461202_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UhlepFValpc/TsDuo22SxbI/AAAAAAAACLM/g2Wn9_W9818/s400/377506_293454247352911_100000650143035_1075660_855461202_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Made from haystack. It's just unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But one thing stuck in mind: Tak gatal ke butt they ol?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I cant wait to show Mom this. hhehehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From FB, I guess the couple is from Singapore. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.293449920686677.80488.100000650143035&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-4980434214952605894?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4980434214952605894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4980434214952605894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/wedding-theme-rustic-vintage.html' title='Wedding Theme: Rustic Vintage'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-E1N6Qh3DDeg/TsDunR_q1bI/AAAAAAAACLE/xM631G0pDPE/s72-c/310582_293456897352646_100000650143035_1075674_436024791_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-6070198576318740354</id><published>2011-11-14T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:03:59.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mek Down</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with 2 bad news. My uncle in Spore fell at the bus stop and cut his eyes. Few minutes later my auntie called to inform that my grandma fell in front of the toilet. Her head was bleeding pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by her house before work to check on her. Abah and another auntie were there. I could see stain of blood on her shirt and the cushion. She looked lost. She refused to go to the hospital. She said she's scared of needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the shop with no mood. Everything felt wrong. We were short of man power since my auntie had to run back and forth to nenek's house. And for the 1st time today, I didnt really care how my drinks gonna taste. I was like &lt;i&gt;'mampui la kau&lt;/i&gt;' kinda attitude. Kalau tak sedap hantar balik.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For few hours my father and his siblings tried to make nenek to go to the hospital. Finally she relented. I think because the pain was unbearable, especially her leg. They called an ambulance, around 10am and was brought to Alor Gajah General Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest news: Her wound on the head is ok but she has small bone fracture- her thigh. Now they are waiting for the fractured area to be immobilized with plaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, she will be staying with my auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today feels sooo long and the time fly soo slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-6070198576318740354?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6070198576318740354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6070198576318740354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/mek-down.html' title='Mek Down'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-7416154800135695083</id><published>2011-11-13T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T10:38:01.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>Teachers are to work 9 Hours per day</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;ALOR SETAR: Teachers should not panic over the&lt;b&gt; nine-hour work day&lt;/b&gt; pilot project which will be introduced in four states next year, says&amp;nbsp;&lt;span about="http://archives.thestar.com.my/search/?q=Datuk Dr Wee Ka Siong" class="knx-annotation" content="Datuk Dr Wee Ka Siong" property="foaf:name" typeof="foaf:Person" xmlns:foaf="http://xmlns.com/foaf/0.1/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://archives.thestar.com.my/search/?q=Datuk%20Dr%20Wee%20Ka%20Siong" rel="foaf:homepage" style="color: #003399; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Deputy Education Minister Datuk Dr Wee Ka Siong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;“The new system will begin in &lt;b&gt;Pahang, Malacca, Johor and Sarawak in January&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;“A decision on whether to introduce it to other states will only be made after the &lt;b&gt;six-month trial period&lt;/b&gt; is over,” he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Dr Wee said teachers may have served longer working hours compared to what the public think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Hence, the pilot project was important so that the real situation could be determined, he added.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Source: The Star. &amp;nbsp;For more story, click &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/11/13/nation/9894969&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GDk2rLrIkPs/Tr8p0bg2X9I/AAAAAAAACK8/utH2oougTqs/s1600/TwoTiredTeachers.JPG.w300h413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GDk2rLrIkPs/Tr8p0bg2X9I/AAAAAAAACK8/utH2oougTqs/s400/TwoTiredTeachers.JPG.w300h413.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My take on this issue: ehh~ (shrug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's take on this issue: "Dah biasa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah's: *krik krik* he couldnt care less.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've seen my parents, mom especially went to work as early as 6am (when we were in Miri) and returned home &amp;nbsp;after 6pm every weekdays. At night, she was busy preparing lesson plans or marking papers or keyed in marks or other clerical jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since we moved here, Mom goes to work at 6.45am and comes back around 3.30 pm - normal day. Days with co-curricular activities or meetings what nots, around 5.45pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even during practicum days, sometimes I went home around 5pm. As expected as a junior.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What to do? Government servant - &lt;i&gt;Saya yang menurut perintah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wtxa9ZuZbog/Tr8pzVNPM4I/AAAAAAAACK0/9vXGlVnpFTg/s1600/teacher.tired.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wtxa9ZuZbog/Tr8pzVNPM4I/AAAAAAAACK0/9vXGlVnpFTg/s400/teacher.tired.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kot-kot penat, boleh tido dalam kelas...sebab student dah balik.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking on a bright side, &lt;i&gt;maybe &lt;/i&gt;teachers can finish up some work in school before the clock strikes 4.30pm. Maybe la.. I dunno. I'm in no position to complain yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous with B. He works for 4 days, then off for another 4 days. 2 days of day shift and 2 night shifts. Brings home no homework. If he applies for one cycle leaves, he gets 12 days of holidays. grrrrrrr. Jealous jealous jealous~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a great Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-7416154800135695083?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7416154800135695083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7416154800135695083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/teachers-are-to-work-9-hours-per-day.html' title='Teachers are to work 9 Hours per day'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-GDk2rLrIkPs/Tr8p0bg2X9I/AAAAAAAACK8/utH2oougTqs/s72-c/TwoTiredTeachers.JPG.w300h413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-6193990665440944596</id><published>2011-11-12T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T11:10:04.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, I had a small chat with Mom regarding my impending interview at the end of the month. I told her that we females must bring a handbag - she offered hers. Thank you mom but no thanks....hehehe After that, Mom went off and Abah's taking his turn, spurting words of&amp;nbsp;advice&amp;nbsp;and tips for the interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He told me his experience went for major interviews when he was younger. I didnt know he got an offer for medical scholarship in Egypt. But he turned down the offer because he has always wanted to be an engineer. The reason he went for the interview was because of my late grandpa =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;when he went for the interview, he had no idea about the etiquette.haha Classic Abah, he wore slippers and the interviewers didnt notice em' until Abah stood up and walked out the door after the interview ended.hahahahahahah Well, Abah has always favored slippers over shoes. He wore slippers on plane, vacations, went to the 'besan' houses, our wedding reception. Classic!hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaanyway, he told me what the interviewers really wanna see is attitude, how you carry yourself as future teachers, communication skills, how you speak, maturity, not solely on what you know. I told him I am yet to study for anything and he said sweat not baby girl (ok that's not his exact words.hahahhaha). He said there's no use to memorize everything but fail to deliver. Find key points, current issues and be prepared to throw own opinions regarding the issues. DO NOT SOUND like a walking newspaper or textbooks where you blurt out everything that people can read by themselves. Make your points clear. Own points.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahhh gtewwwwww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My parents are my inspirations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s Have I told you that Mak is going to follow me for the interview??? Well... she's worried about me driving alone at wee hour in the morning because it's gonna take about 45 minutes from my place to the interview. huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-6193990665440944596?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6193990665440944596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/6193990665440944596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/inspirations.html' title='Inspirations'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2723487106000260986</id><published>2011-11-10T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:37:59.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>The invitations are here!</title><content type='html'>Next week will be the final week of schooling years, Malaysia Calendar. Many wedding invitations have started flooding in our doors. hehe and today Mak brought back about 5 invitation cards given by her colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YBvCVR8symA/TrvDlqtX8NI/AAAAAAAACJA/GH0Sl8G3mqw/s1600/2011-11-10+20.19.37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YBvCVR8symA/TrvDlqtX8NI/AAAAAAAACJA/GH0Sl8G3mqw/s400/2011-11-10+20.19.37.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;oooo I love the purple one - 2nd from right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aaaaanyway, among the cards, there's one that caught our attention. Tadaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwc2y3nQ7uA/TrvDwafGjqI/AAAAAAAACJI/031ENBmzapE/s1600/2011-11-10+20.20.02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwc2y3nQ7uA/TrvDwafGjqI/AAAAAAAACJI/031ENBmzapE/s400/2011-11-10+20.20.02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;why? Because it looks exactly like an exercise book! The brown cover one.hahah reminded me of primary school yearsss. Let's take a look&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJo0bJod03k/TrvD9PmpSMI/AAAAAAAACJQ/wWszF6Orwfk/s1600/2011-11-10+20.20.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJo0bJod03k/TrvD9PmpSMI/AAAAAAAACJQ/wWszF6Orwfk/s400/2011-11-10+20.20.10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;at the back of the card. The multiplications table is being replaced by a calendar, marking the date of the reception. Got 'Rukun Negara tooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o4jaE0xNO1Q/TrvEJokVkTI/AAAAAAAACJY/a4pRfkRPykU/s1600/2011-11-10+20.20.17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o4jaE0xNO1Q/TrvEJokVkTI/AAAAAAAACJY/a4pRfkRPykU/s400/2011-11-10+20.20.17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Inside the card. Exercise book look alike.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing is that the font is very hard to read. Overall, Unique!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think both bride and groom are teachers. That's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;tee heee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our invitations? not so unique like this la.... we opt for the cheap ones. Coz we both agree not to spend money on something that will be thrown away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I seem soo rajin updating blog lately. This is a sign of stress people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-2723487106000260986?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2723487106000260986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2723487106000260986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/invitations-are-here.html' title='The invitations are here!'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-YBvCVR8symA/TrvDlqtX8NI/AAAAAAAACJA/GH0Sl8G3mqw/s72-c/2011-11-10+20.19.37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-3025111742284025441</id><published>2011-11-09T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:42:30.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><title type='text'>Perihal warna tema kenduri kahwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Today I feel low, a bit only la... maybe because I started the day with a sad news, I heard at the shop today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway, today there was a Makcik hung around the shop for some time. She helped to peel the potatoes bla bla while talking. I have always failed to join makcik conversation so I usually listened to the stories. Same goes to this morning. Listening to the makcik talking to my aunt and the cook. My aunt and the cook were kinda busy with orders coming in. so maybe the makcik got bored. She shifted the attention to me, asking about my fiancee. She looks astounded with the fact that B is from Sarawak. Terus membebel2 macam aku hanakkkk dia. What made me soo upset was she sounded as if I'm marrying a monkey, something like that ish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I used the same strategy though, smiled and nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lepas ni nak cakap la tunang aku orang Britain ke, Australia ke. *GERAM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I applied for cuti from my auntie for 2 weeks starting end of this month. Approved! Wah gitu kan bunyi macam keja korporat.hahahaha Going back to Kedah for a cousin's wedding, then 4 days in Bintulu and 4 days back in Melaka for hantaran hunting and wedding dress booking and fitting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it too early? All the makciks at the shop said it's still wayyy too early. Takpela... plan to buy cloths for solemnization, wedding band, some hantaran gifts and book the invitation cards. I cannot afford to do everything one shot because I'm not working, I dunno where to fork that extra cash in one go.hehehe Takpela... awal pun awal la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I need to finalize the color theme a.s.a.p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few ideas in mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNuXLhBOY6Y/TrpW9QamIXI/AAAAAAAACIo/516ibUg8E_0/s1600/purple+blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNuXLhBOY6Y/TrpW9QamIXI/AAAAAAAACIo/516ibUg8E_0/s400/purple+blue.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My original idea: Purple and baby blue&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSqFZdygvW4/TrpXFejG-WI/AAAAAAAACI4/OPDN3BRV-TE/s1600/purple+silver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSqFZdygvW4/TrpXFejG-WI/AAAAAAAACI4/OPDN3BRV-TE/s400/purple+silver.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I dreamt of this theme last night: Purple and silver. (over kau sampai mimpi hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZHrEawP1Sk/TrpXDhXzTrI/AAAAAAAACIw/PgVzDz-HIeM/s1600/purple+green.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZHrEawP1Sk/TrpXDhXzTrI/AAAAAAAACIw/PgVzDz-HIeM/s400/purple+green.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kak GG's: Purple and green. Not bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I showed mom all the photos above. She frowned. A sign of disagreement. Haish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She wants something USUAL. Like below,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUbKSQPioZE/TrpW3sYxAAI/AAAAAAAACIg/JDlpVQChm1o/s1600/purple+and+white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUbKSQPioZE/TrpW3sYxAAI/AAAAAAAACIg/JDlpVQChm1o/s400/purple+and+white.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Purple and White/ Cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom still cannot get over the traditional idea. She's scared to mix and match the color though I have repeatedly explained to her that those are the trends right now. But the other day she kinda agreed when my idea was supported by Busu Ros and Mak Teh.hahaha I think she needs the 'grown ups' opinion rather than mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So what's your pick??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I still cannot decide by December, am gonna use all time favourite method: Draw lots.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-3025111742284025441?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3025111742284025441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3025111742284025441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/perihal-warna-tema-kenduri-kahwin.html' title='Perihal warna tema kenduri kahwin'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-iNuXLhBOY6Y/TrpW9QamIXI/AAAAAAAACIo/516ibUg8E_0/s72-c/purple+blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-8708640060270287032</id><published>2011-11-08T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T14:38:41.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Feel like writing.</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired today. Customers came flooding since morning. Ceh. But I like crowds compared to non-customers day coz it'll be boring and the time flies very slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna send my brother back to Jempol in half an hour. I cannot drive. Daus will drive. body ache =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining the whole day. I wish I could stay at home and sleep. But big sista has her responsibility to send adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked my brother just now whether we receive any letter today. He said yes. I later asked is there any for me? He said the letters are still in the mailbox. =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am waiting for my interview letter. Hopefully I wont be sent to Miri. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Anis is getting married end of this year =DDDDDDDDDD. She told me to make purple baju kurung since her theme will be purple. I told her I'm gonna wear the one during my convo. I dont have any budget for new baju kurung. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cousin, Diera is getting married too in March. Her theme is turquoise. I hope I'll have the rezeki to tailor a new one for her reception.tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come May, it will be my turn. During raya haji, mom and I had some discussion with aunties about the wedding. Mom has started to feel anxious since we have yet to book any vendor except photographer. She's always so confident that the time is still far. miahaha now i'm trying to book an appointment but the kakak vendor hasnt replied my email. Kakakkkk plissss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in dilemma for my own color theme. Since Anis has chosen purple.... I need an extra combination for color. Mom asked me to choose other color but I cant seem to picture myself in any color but purple. Mom suggested 'Green'.. AMAGASHHHH. That' the color for frog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy that I cant write something for this blog. I just love writing though most of them are craps. I still keep all my writings - essays, diary, love letters from school. ANd love reading them too.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-8708640060270287032?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8708640060270287032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8708640060270287032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/feel-like-writing.html' title='Feel like writing.'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-7690917114062918743</id><published>2011-11-07T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:38:32.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>Giant Cucumber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today am gonna post about cucumber again.haha since it's the harvest time for cucumber =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brothers went to help my dad plucking the cucumbers and came home with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x9uGrNtG50I/TrdDQxTg0TI/AAAAAAAACIY/e5wNLaoHjzA/s1600/2011-11-07+10.19.40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x9uGrNtG50I/TrdDQxTg0TI/AAAAAAAACIY/e5wNLaoHjzA/s400/2011-11-07+10.19.40.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This so far is the heaviest and largest cucumber ever grown in abah's kebun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad, nobody will buy this as it's too big for market standard. Gonna make ulam or facial from it.tee hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-7690917114062918743?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7690917114062918743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7690917114062918743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/giant-cucumber.html' title='Giant Cucumber'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-x9uGrNtG50I/TrdDQxTg0TI/AAAAAAAACIY/e5wNLaoHjzA/s72-c/2011-11-07+10.19.40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-4700205758598484547</id><published>2011-11-06T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T23:35:35.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buah hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7E7t0NegjCk/TrapQ09_euI/AAAAAAAACIQ/jXfqdvbpUyE/2011-11-06%25252018.35.37.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7E7t0NegjCk/TrapQ09_euI/AAAAAAAACIQ/jXfqdvbpUyE/s400/2011-11-06%25252018.35.37.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Both of them refused to smile for the camera. =__=' &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Been spending so much time with 'em babies, neglecting B.sorry.hehe &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Great raya today.though jst spent the whole day at home.muehehe&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-4700205758598484547?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4700205758598484547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4700205758598484547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/buah-hati.html' title='Buah hati'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://lh5.ggpht.com/-7E7t0NegjCk/TrapQ09_euI/AAAAAAAACIQ/jXfqdvbpUyE/s72-c/2011-11-06%25252018.35.37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-7859030451946618070</id><published>2011-11-06T08:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:28:52.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>Rojak Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been so lazy to update blog since the babies are around. I'm a clingy auntie like that! So wanna rojak everything into this post =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Swollen feet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not sure what happen on Friday but i kinda trip on my left foot, leaving it all swollen and painful. That evening I self-massaged the area and the next morning the swelling area subsided. Still painful now but only when walking.hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Cucumber&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abah is doing reallly fine these few days with his cucumbers. Alhamdulillah. After almost 3 years of frustration - spoiled crops, overproduced, no market problems, he finally can harvest his hard work - after freakin 3 yearsss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. PPSMI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seems like the PPSMI will continue till 2020. This will be a great news for urban kids but a nightmare for rural kids. But everything will have its pros and cons right? Good luck for teachers who teach at the rural areas. And for English teachers, definitely more pressures on you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. SPP Interview.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really need to start studying. I have but not much. My biological clock has set me feeling sleepy around 10pm everyday.... And when I come back from work, I'm always too tired and just wanna lie down and watch tv.heeee Oh yesterday I read a news regarding the interview about if we fail it, we might not be hired. I was worried and of course felt unfair. I talked to mom about it. 2 pieces of advice from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You will NOT get hired in any interview if you fail. So why suddenly you feel you're so special? &lt;i&gt;Pekkkkkkkkkkkkkkk kena skali kat muka.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why in the first place you're so worried about failing? You have been in this field for almost 6 years. And it is compulsory for you to know everything about it. Like a doctor. If a doctor isnt familiar with his field, what's gonna happen to the patient?&lt;i&gt; Peekkkkkkkkkkkkkkk pekkkkkkkkkkkkkk double slap on the face&lt;/i&gt;. T_____________T&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks mak. Pedas wooo kena lazer ngan senior teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Be grateful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sometimes notice that some people dislike my comments about being grateful. And I can sense hints of sarcasm when they talk to each other. Ok la like this, I talk about being grateful ONLY in my blog. Soooo it's so obvious that you often come visiting this crappy blog, where I speak my mind. And IP addresses dont lie either. Why dont you just stop coming rather than feeling like I've stuffed your mouth with chillies? and then go ranting about my writing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I write based on what I see and my understanding. If you feel like I dont understand you, then why sweat? I dunno how to say it nicely to your face. Karang I sound direct terus moha nak?? Maybe this is my way to advice my own friends. Especially when you complain too much like the world is dying because of your situation. Have you not seen or read anything around you? Like in Bangkok right now? Kalau macam ain ke, leen ke i sound direct jahh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you complain so much now, you're not gonna like it when you are in school. At least now you just have to worry about being jobless. In school, there are tonnes of things to be worried and usually are out of your capability to control. I grow up with teachers as parents. I'm pretty familiar with the drill. One of the reason my dad stops teaching is because of the problems. My dad still have about 8 years before his retirement age but he decided to be a farmer because plants make him happy. See? even my mom, at her seniority level, still complains about students, parents, workloads, colleagues. See?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the reason we all want to work because of money. But after that what? We all strive to be happy in life. If money is your priority, then be it. But a beginner teacher's salary wont get you anywhere. Just a decent house and car. Nak pakai Honda city? Vios? Stop dreaming unless you plan to work at rural areas or be single until 30 before you get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok la. I'm tired justifying. ceh.hahaha this is my 5cents. If you like it, then take it. If not leave. I donwanna sound like Miss Right. what i said I try to practice it too. Do what you preach kan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aaaanywayyyyyyyyyy SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDIL ADHA TO ALL MY MUSLIM FRIENDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s lemang and rendang itik kirim salam =)))))))))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-7859030451946618070?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7859030451946618070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7859030451946618070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/rojak-entry.html' title='Rojak Entry'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2298773250253070345</id><published>2011-11-04T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T20:46:07.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>Timun yang unik</title><content type='html'>Sekarang musim timun-timun yang abah tanam membuahkan hasil. Setiap hari Abah akan bawa pulang berbakul2 timun untuk dijual. Kadang2 akan terjumpa timun2 yang pelik.hihi Hari itu post pasal timun yang sexxayyyy! Hari ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tu_pqaQJ9ro/TrPeQFgMh3I/AAAAAAAACII/Mshe51yMOxg/s1600/2011-11-04+12.44.18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tu_pqaQJ9ro/TrPeQFgMh3I/AAAAAAAACII/Mshe51yMOxg/s640/2011-11-04+12.44.18.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sekali lagi, bakal dijadikan home made facial. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-2298773250253070345?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2298773250253070345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2298773250253070345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/timun-yang-unik.html' title='Timun yang unik'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-Tu_pqaQJ9ro/TrPeQFgMh3I/AAAAAAAACII/Mshe51yMOxg/s72-c/2011-11-04+12.44.18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-857159254503976168</id><published>2011-11-03T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:52:43.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kegelian'/><title type='text'>'Sugar Daddy Wanted Melaka'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n09p8ed3RvQ/TrJxybDlzQI/AAAAAAAACIA/0hMfQm1vGhA/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n09p8ed3RvQ/TrJxybDlzQI/AAAAAAAACIA/0hMfQm1vGhA/s640/Untitled.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;ish ish..... Apakah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-857159254503976168?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/857159254503976168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/857159254503976168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/sugar-daddy-wanted-melaka.html' title='&apos;Sugar Daddy Wanted Melaka&apos;'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n09p8ed3RvQ/TrJxybDlzQI/AAAAAAAACIA/0hMfQm1vGhA/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2274162331475053521</id><published>2011-11-02T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:28:37.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I'm blessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was crazy. All the customers came almost at the same time, sending me running around, getting confused, making tasteless drinks and wrong orders T_________T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Penyu Boys (they're 4m terengganu...haha), Petronas, Lecturers, Nurses, Jab Pertanian, Group Duit (Kewangan UITM), villagers, school kids all showed up today. Perghh! Andddd, Pengarah UITM Lendu also came.tee hee... I selamber addressed him as 'Pakcik' coz I didnt know him in the 1st place... Nasiblerrr.. Can meet oso at kedai makan, no need to go to UITM. He was sooo humble, joining other lecturers for brunch and paid for the bills. He came with his wife and son. Most lecturers who just walked in the shop, you could see they were surprised to see him. Tee hee hee. Terus jadi formal yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xe1PP9vnQDU/TrDhfpFUq2I/AAAAAAAACH4/0wHQ_MZCuAA/s1600/datukmizan4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xe1PP9vnQDU/TrDhfpFUq2I/AAAAAAAACH4/0wHQ_MZCuAA/s320/datukmizan4.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Century Gothic', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Datuk Prof Madya Dr. Mizan Bin Hitam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Century Gothic', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Century Gothic', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Century Gothic', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apart from that, there's this uncle, who has been so nice to me since the 1st day I was there. Today he asked me where I wanna be posted and of course I said 'Sarawak'. (Since I'm getting married next year, there's no point getting posted to Melaka only later have to apply for transfer again). For Sarawak, he said there shouldnt be a problem since most Semenanjung teachers dowanna get posted there. He gives me a number to call. Amagashhhhhhhhhhh I cannot tell how happy i was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;=)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makkkkk, please call for me, can?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met so many nice people. Maybe this is the reason, the hikmah. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-2274162331475053521?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2274162331475053521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2274162331475053521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-blessed.html' title='I&apos;m blessed.'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-xe1PP9vnQDU/TrDhfpFUq2I/AAAAAAAACH4/0wHQ_MZCuAA/s72-c/datukmizan4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-8566264801895318268</id><published>2011-10-31T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:33:31.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>5th day of working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, there weren't many customers around since the SJK school was on holiday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I arrived at the shop at 6.35am. The earliest.muehehehehe I have 2 different stories to tell. Here we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Story 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As usual, I grabbed an apron, put it on and started doing chores. There was a man, walking into the shop. Note: I dont wear glasses while working because it's not comfortable especially during peak hour: Sweat!. But it's good since I usually feel awkward when all eyes on me while taking orders =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaanywaayy, this man, about late 20s walked in. He looked lost. He ordered Nescafe Tarik. I made the drink and delivered it to him. Guess what? He took my picture while I was serving. I was so angry! I didnt say anything because I'm still new there and I dont know most of the customers. Not only that, he was eyeing me wherever I went and tried to talk to me. I ignored as much as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About some time later, my auntie was talking about a man who slept in someone else's chicken coops. hahahaha Turned out it was the psycho man!!!!!! He was high from glue smelling (hidu gam - sukati aku je kan hahah) ended up sleeping in the coops. Dang! I laughed and all the anger went away because, I dont know, Mat Lalok je kot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTT2y008rVk/Tq4_7xBFywI/AAAAAAAACHw/pwwqUXm_2lc/s1600/ne_05.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTT2y008rVk/Tq4_7xBFywI/AAAAAAAACHw/pwwqUXm_2lc/s400/ne_05.1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My auntie said dont mess with that kind of guy. Be nice to him or else he'll do something bad. Lucky I was able to control my anger when he took my picture. Phew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Story 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since the first day I started working, my auntie has never failed to introduce me as a teacher to her customers. I shy ok! I'm so touched when most of them especially the pakcik, makcik, chinese uncles and aunties and Indian uncles and aunties always give me encouragement words. It shows how much they respect teachers ok. But there was one sentence that made me feel like I was being punched in the stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cikgu ke?? Ooo baguslah sementara tunggu kena panggil kerja macam ni. Bukan senang budak2 muda sekarang nak kerja kedai makan kalau masok unibersiti. Kluar jewww nak keja besor2. Duit nak banyak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I felt so embarrased. If only the pakcik knew how I was since few months ago. Alhamdulillah. Thank you Pakcik. Wanna know who's the pakcik? One of the senior lecturer at UITM. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sflmeM8yx1c/Tq4_y_sJVWI/AAAAAAAACHo/WHD5-TGpH58/s1600/embarrassed_kitty_by_fuzzykitteh-d32ex20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sflmeM8yx1c/Tq4_y_sJVWI/AAAAAAAACHo/WHD5-TGpH58/s400/embarrassed_kitty_by_fuzzykitteh-d32ex20.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoy working there because most customers are so friendly except for some guys in big expensive cars. muehehehe. I meet people from all path of lives, learn bits and pieces and try to connect it to my own. Some of the things I heard make me feel more thankful than I've ever been. There are lots and lots of people who are less fortunate than me. But you know what, they dont come to the shop not looking less than happy. I is in shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, life is a learning experience right? I hope to gain more experiences that will be useful in building my character and prepare myself for the future. wahhh gtewwwww ayat buat karangan.hahahahaha but hey, i'm damn serious with the message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-8566264801895318268?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8566264801895318268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/8566264801895318268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/10/5th-day-of-working.html' title='5th day of working'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-kTT2y008rVk/Tq4_7xBFywI/AAAAAAAACHw/pwwqUXm_2lc/s72-c/ne_05.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-4545821991451594989</id><published>2011-10-31T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:00:03.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>The Sexy Cucumber</title><content type='html'>The other day, Abah came back home with a cheeky smile on his face. He asked whether I want to see something sexy.bahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUfoopMGFWs/Tq1Fq3nbqBI/AAAAAAAACHY/QFiDCLW4kbw/s1600/2011-10-21+18.10.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUfoopMGFWs/Tq1Fq3nbqBI/AAAAAAAACHY/QFiDCLW4kbw/s400/2011-10-21+18.10.05.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One and only&amp;nbsp;curvaceous&amp;nbsp;Cucumber.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hourglass figure *err not so..* with butt crack.hahahaaahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dngtOw3eZJo/Tq1F3D3MhrI/AAAAAAAACHg/zMrQ0BlKFdQ/s1600/2011-10-21+18.10.08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dngtOw3eZJo/Tq1F3D3MhrI/AAAAAAAACHg/zMrQ0BlKFdQ/s400/2011-10-21+18.10.08.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;..... hahahahahahahahahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This cucumber had been sliced to make ulam for sambal belacan. hihi&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/5136540361754255195-4545821991451594989?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4545821991451594989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4545821991451594989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/10/sexy-cucumber.html' title='The Sexy Cucumber'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUfoopMGFWs/Tq1Fq3nbqBI/AAAAAAAACHY/QFiDCLW4kbw/s72-c/2011-10-21+18.10.05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-3781768949338898155</id><published>2011-10-30T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T07:17:46.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding steps'/><title type='text'>Baju Nikah Story</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, B told me that his parents were buying cloth for our solemnization ceremony. They were in Miri visiting old friends. Of course I was worried about the color but also excited at the same time since they're excited about us.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the&amp;nbsp;evening, B emailed me the picture of the cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-BCeYeOne4/TqyHzcHY4HI/AAAAAAAACHQ/-qvyXV2Mkeo/s1600/2011-10-29+18.21.57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-BCeYeOne4/TqyHzcHY4HI/AAAAAAAACHQ/-qvyXV2Mkeo/s400/2011-10-29+18.21.57.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a cream satin =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;They only bought the satin without lace of chiffon as the outer layer. I honestly love the colour as it is not too dark or too light for me.mueheheheh later we gonna find the outer layer. My FFIL offers to tailor the baju for me but I'm more comfortable to do it here coz it's more convenient for fitting and alteration purposes. Did you know that my FFIL is a great tailor? and my FMIL is really great at beading??muehehehe B's baju melayu for solemnization will be exclusively tailored by his dad and his mom will add details like embroidery on the cuff and some places la.hahaha save budget uollss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I consider this rezeki orang kahwin =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUw0Pjg3Xgg/TqyHVabLd4I/AAAAAAAACHI/v8n3_QnaKDk/s1600/DSCF0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUw0Pjg3Xgg/TqyHVabLd4I/AAAAAAAACHI/v8n3_QnaKDk/s400/DSCF0024.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;picture googled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I emailed this picture to B and he loves it.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But my baju wont be this heavy with details. Wanna wear it again for raya. Shy la if too emos kan.muehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since we have cut quite a number of budget, i can splurge on beaded chiffon la kan?? Not into lace though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Till then. Adieu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-3781768949338898155?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3781768949338898155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/3781768949338898155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/10/baju-nikah-story.html' title='Baju Nikah Story'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-y-BCeYeOne4/TqyHzcHY4HI/AAAAAAAACHQ/-qvyXV2Mkeo/s72-c/2011-10-29+18.21.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2777693805927948050</id><published>2011-10-29T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T17:58:42.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Visiting the Doctor</title><content type='html'>I felt the worst of my condition at dusk yesterday. My head was heavy, my throat was burning and all body ached. Mom told me to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor did I see today. I brought Mom along coz my instinct said the bill will kill me. We went to Klinik NoorShila, the only female doctor available in Masjid Tanah to Alor Gajah. I've never felt comfortable with males doctor.tee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the consultation hour, I asked so many questions because I was worried about&amp;nbsp;tonsillitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I asked about the white thingy on the wall of my throat.---&amp;gt; she said it's kinda ________ (i dont understand this part but it's nothing to be worried about. hahahaha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I asked about the ewwww fluid coming from the back of my nose area. - it's mucus actually. Since it doesnt come out like normal flu bla bla bla.... she said I have&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sinusitis"&gt; Sinusitis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I asked about the possibility of&amp;nbsp;tonsillitis. ---&amp;gt; my throat is totally fine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I asked about the red dot like blood coming out with the mucus.--&amp;gt; She said it's because of the&amp;nbsp;inflammation&amp;nbsp;area behind my sinus bla bla bla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After consulting with the doctor, I swear I feel 60% good, like I dont have to see the doctor actually. Why the because? I was so worried about having tonsillitis, to have to go for minor surgery (I was more worried about the cost than the actual surgery thing...hahaha) bla bla bla. Alhamdulillah, there's nothing to worry about.muehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, my mom and I waited for awhile before my name was called at the dispensary. The lady explained about my medication till she said the antibiotic was quite expensive. Before that, mom handed me RM50 for the meds. I knew in my heart the bill's gonna be more than that. Taraaaaaaaaaaa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;RM93 YAWWWWWWWWWWWW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mom's already making faces when she dig into her purse and pulled out another RM50 note. I was giggling looking at her reaction. hahahaha sorry mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtpjTMH40WA/TqvNzeL_iqI/AAAAAAAACHA/5Bg0nnTXisA/s1600/2011-10-29+12.15.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtpjTMH40WA/TqvNzeL_iqI/AAAAAAAACHA/5Bg0nnTXisA/s400/2011-10-29+12.15.55.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Clockwise: Imflammation med, panadol, lozenges and the&amp;nbsp;pricey&amp;nbsp;antibiotics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To make up with her, I prepared tea: Roti Jala and Tea for my mom. tee heee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I still laugh whenever I recall her face at the dispensary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love you Mak!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-2777693805927948050?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2777693805927948050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2777693805927948050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/10/visiting-doctor.html' title='Visiting the Doctor'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtpjTMH40WA/TqvNzeL_iqI/AAAAAAAACHA/5Bg0nnTXisA/s72-c/2011-10-29+12.15.55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-4991395953494272522</id><published>2011-10-28T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:36:12.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>4th day</title><content type='html'>And I'm down with fever. But feel a bit better after a bowl of chicken porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says I get sick because of work. Actually I dont. It's the ice. The cold drinks I drank yesterday. I shouldnt drink 'em knowing that my throat couldnt handle it.boo hoo... tomorrow gonna see doctor. My throat is swelling with white thingy on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanywayyyy...have interesting story today. A guy was hitting on me today.muahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all. Am gonna spare the rest of the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have more interesting stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is gettin' boring these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone. Oh ya, I'm free on Sat and Sunday since the shop only opens on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-4991395953494272522?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4991395953494272522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/4991395953494272522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/10/4th-day.html' title='4th day'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-5871845402151274209</id><published>2011-10-27T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T15:19:31.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>3rd day of working.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would say I was more confident today. I made drinks, took orders and not a single mistake.miahahahaha I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day, if I'm tired of teaching, I wanna open a cafe. not a restaurant. a cafe, selling cakes, cupcakes. I just realise that I love to talk to people. I no shy ok like I used to. Maybe because I've not met any mean customer yet.hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, there was a baby, about 8-9 months, a boy. He is the cutest baby I've ever seen. Sorry Adam, somebody has taken your place. He's fair, chubby, with a pair of pretty eyes. His eyes were clear with dark black pupil, complemented by long and curly lashes, bottom and up hoccay. It's not exaggerating to say that he has &lt;b&gt;Snuffy&lt;/b&gt;'s lashes! And he is also blessed with cleft chin! Gosh he's gonna grow up and becomes so hunky i tell you! &amp;nbsp;I didnt take his picture though since I dont think it's appropriate to publish a baby's picture without his mom's consent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jxqnyPutVZo/TqkEmuvIOuI/AAAAAAAACG4/7IaxkA8iWco/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jxqnyPutVZo/TqkEmuvIOuI/AAAAAAAACG4/7IaxkA8iWco/s400/images.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Snuffy from Sesame Street =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow will be Kak Ina's last day since she'll go back to Johor for good.. Next week am gonna be the waitress, make drinks, deliver food, cashier and cleaner. Phew! But again, I'm happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope to lose at least 2kg in a month.thehehehehehehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-5871845402151274209?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5871845402151274209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/5871845402151274209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/10/3rd-day-of-working.html' title='3rd day of working.'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-jxqnyPutVZo/TqkEmuvIOuI/AAAAAAAACG4/7IaxkA8iWco/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-7462978925034085057</id><published>2011-10-26T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T20:30:00.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Us =)'/><title type='text'>I've wronged you.</title><content type='html'>I crossed the line. I'm sorry. Terribly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry k Saiful Fikri. Siti Nurul Ain says 'I love you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Larikkkkkkkkkk*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-7462978925034085057?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7462978925034085057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7462978925034085057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-wronged-you.html' title='I&apos;ve wronged you.'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-713444327681830184</id><published>2011-10-25T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T18:35:42.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm0CE5yg14A/TqaNQ7rbcjI/AAAAAAAACGw/dMSO4HrEnDE/s1600/2011-10-24+08.55.25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm0CE5yg14A/TqaNQ7rbcjI/AAAAAAAACGw/dMSO4HrEnDE/s320/2011-10-24+08.55.25.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Askar. My auntie's cat. But it's a she =.='. Her son named her 'Askar' (soldier)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This was taken at my auntie's shop. I work there now. I'm happy. No stress except during peak hour which is from 10-11 am. Most of the time the crowd is bearable. I used to work here back in 2007 when my parents were away for Hajj. So I am quite familiar with the working environment. Chewah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The customers are mostly the villagers and UITM Lendu staffs/ lecturers. Pretty regular I would say since my auntie knows most of them. The cook, Cik Intan is a very friendly lady, so does the waitress, Cik Ina. I'm super comfortable being there, working. I made mistakes also but never got scolded instead were taught patiently how to make things right. I'm touched T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I dont really care about the pay, because I'm only looking for something better to do rather than being at home and be depressed. At the shop, I communicate with real people, real customers instead of my Cafe Life's =.='. I also simultaneously learned how to make drinks and cook..lalalala and improving in Math since most Chinese Uncles love to challenge me to count the bill without using calculator.hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Only that my auntie loves to introduce me to the customers as teachers. Woo woo.. it's tiring to answer the repetitive question about my posting.hehehe But well, they are nice people. Shouldn't complain right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;One word: &lt;b&gt;Happy&lt;/b&gt;! Isnt that what we seek everyday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm blessed. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5136540361754255195-713444327681830184?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/713444327681830184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/713444327681830184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/10/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-Zm0CE5yg14A/TqaNQ7rbcjI/AAAAAAAACGw/dMSO4HrEnDE/s72-c/2011-10-24+08.55.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-7292226625268463785</id><published>2011-10-25T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:17:04.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The best relationship is when you two can act like lovers and best friends. It's when you have more playful moments than serious moments. It's when you'll stay up all nights to settle the arguments and problems. It's when you can completely act yourself and he can still love you for who you are.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I love &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm surrounded with love these few days. So my heart goes flowery most of the time. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-7292226625268463785?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7292226625268463785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/7292226625268463785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/10/best-relationship-is-when-you-two-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136540361754255195.post-2170444614153146998</id><published>2011-10-23T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:56:12.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>Step by Step to Apply for Malaysian Passport</title><content type='html'>Next month, my youngest brother with another 25 friends will be going to Singapore for a school excursion *pout*. We heard saying that at least 3 months left for a passport before it dies to visit another country. So yesterday we went to the Immigration Office at Ayer Keroh and asked the lady at the counter. She confirmed the rumor so needless to say, my brother has to renew his since his passport will end its service January 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, selected immigration offices open on Saturday and Sunday too from 8am - 1pm. Good service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all:&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the application form. Make sure to attach &lt;b&gt;2 Passport size Pictures and a copy of IC. &lt;/b&gt;If the applicant is below 18, a copy of the&lt;b&gt; birth certificate&lt;/b&gt; is deadly necessary! --- we forgot about this and miss our turn and had to come back later. dang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly:&lt;br /&gt;Take a number at the counter. The officer there will go through all the documents and the form thoroughly - attach also the original of your IC. Then you'll be given the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly:&lt;br /&gt;Wait for your number to be called -- we waited for almost 2 hours =.=' .. Hand in all the documents, bla bla.. finger print, bla bla... then go back to your seat waiting to be called for payment. -- another 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forthly:&lt;br /&gt;Pay RM100 for 2 years/ RM300 for 5 years. You'll be given a receipt, stating the day and time when you can collect your passport. Supposedly the passport will be ready in an hour, but it depends on the crowds too. We need to collect on the next day. Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll need to collect your passport in 3 months time or it will be.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok that's all. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7Lpj-fzYBI/TqPjpiAUk-I/AAAAAAAACGo/AQcHL1CqLRQ/s1600/2011-10-23+08.42.24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7Lpj-fzYBI/TqPjpiAUk-I/AAAAAAAACGo/AQcHL1CqLRQ/s400/2011-10-23+08.42.24.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since we forgot Adik's birth cert, we were asked to go to the Jabatan Pendaftaran and apply for Cabutan Sijil Kelahiran. Of course we didnt know what it meant but off we went. Luckily the office was just in the next building. Apparently the cabutan is just like a copy of the real one. Only at the bottom of the cert is written tarikh cabutan. Had to pay RM5 though. But better than go all the way back to Lendu =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136540361754255195-2170444614153146998?l=nurulngerepak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2170444614153146998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136540361754255195/posts/default/2170444614153146998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulngerepak.blogspot.com/2011/10/step-by-step-to-apply-for-malaysian.html' title='Step by Step to Apply for Malaysian Passport'/><author><name>Nurul Razak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07900602099723523548</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/-K7Lpj-fzYBI/TqPjpiAUk-I/AAAAAAAACGo/AQcHL1CqLRQ/s72-c/2011-10-23+08.42.24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
