<?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-5850594</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:44:22.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread da Luv People....</title><subtitle type='html'>Mingle and drown yourselves in booze as there is never contentment in life. Be jolly and spread da luv...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-110537125302173774</id><published>2005-01-10T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T23:34:13.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ATTENTION ALL!!!from this day onward, i won't be using this blog any longer. So please update your links to http://kysha.blogspot.comThank u. Enjoy my brand new look awaiting for ya'll to check it out!Cheers,Mash</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110537125302173774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110537125302173774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110537125302173774' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-110536483989461482</id><published>2005-01-10T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:47:19.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Blessing From GodI'm so thrilled to have gotten the new job!! It's at a coffee house, like what I've been wanting to try for years, since my graduation from secondary. I know, it's not a glamarous thing to do....but think of the fun, laughter and the atmosphere. HAHA!I have to thank DRE, for getting me this job. I can't thank you enough babe. I've spoken to my present boss about me getting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110536483989461482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110536483989461482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110536483989461482' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-110452512939620823</id><published>2005-01-01T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T04:32:09.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New YearHappy New Year to all my darling friends! May 2005 be a much more butt kicking year for ya'll! I just got home from work... Pathethic... I didn't get to have fun, drink and countdown altogether...Instead, I was busy serving customers at the bar.... DAMN! What a year to begin with.Nonetheless, I hope ya'll had a great time. All the best with 2005! God Bless!And of course, one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110452512939620823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110452512939620823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110452512939620823' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-110446554754183493</id><published>2004-12-31T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T11:59:07.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Need LOVE but I can't hurry it...I need love, love.To ease my mind.I need to find, find someone to call mine...But mama said,You can't hurry love.No, you just have to wait.She said love don't come easy.But It's a game of give and take.You can't hurry love.No, you just have to wait.You got to trust, give it time.No matter how long it takes.But how many heartaches.Must I stand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110446554754183493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110446554754183493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110446554754183493' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-110446510349675297</id><published>2004-12-31T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T11:51:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll Be ThereTatued.....You and I must make a pact.We must bring salvation back.Where there is love,I'll be there.....May 2005 be a much, much better year for you and I.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110446510349675297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110446510349675297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110446510349675297' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-110446490053839195</id><published>2004-12-31T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T11:48:20.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Goin' On?People dying People crying. Lord help us!Mother, Mother...There's too many of you crying.Oh,, brother, brother, brother...There's far to many of you dyingWhat's going on in a world filled with pain.Where's the love for which we pray.What's going on? When our children can't play.Homeless can't eat.There's got to be a better way.What's going on? When we politically </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110446490053839195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110446490053839195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110446490053839195' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-110399928159880547</id><published>2004-12-26T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T02:28:01.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exhausted Yet Raging with ANGERI'm freakin' drained.....Don't get me wrong, I didn't do anything NASTY! The festive weekend wasn't really an enjoyable one. Honestly, working life ain't fun at all! Not when you have to work your ASS off and get extremely BLOODY RUDE CUSTOMERS, who don't appreciate your effort  that you've put in!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't fuckin' deserve that kinda SHIT! I STRONGLY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110399928159880547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110399928159880547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110399928159880547' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-110213953490430701</id><published>2004-12-04T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T13:53:33.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Still So CAUGHT UPI know that it's wrong but it's much too strong to let it go now.....Why? Why am I still caught up? i seriously can't answer that question.... There's no exact explanation to it and I simply can't describe it. The feeling is just s0ooo overpowering that no matter how hard I try to push it aside, it continues to flood back. I thought that if I kept myself occupied, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110213953490430701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110213953490430701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110213953490430701' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-110204831880494169</id><published>2004-12-03T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T12:35:34.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where DO I Go?, Where DO I Go now?, Where Do I Go?!What do people think of me? A FAQ i have in mind. Another popular question I ask myself, would be "What do I want to do upon graduation....?". Argh!!!!!!!! It's driving me into my own grave. I seriously need a job upon graduation cause my mom can't afford the university expenses. She says it's way too expensive and I'll have to be CONSIDERATE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110204831880494169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110204831880494169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110204831880494169' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-110197581792839734</id><published>2004-12-02T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T16:28:52.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All I Want for Christmas is.........a mini iPod, yeah, a mini iPod, a mini iPOd~ (tune from "all I want for christmas is my two front teeth song") Well, I used to own a discman for a few years but it didn't last as long as I had expected it. I used to carry that discman around wherever i went and it got confiscated many times back in secondary school....hahaha... That discman was my companion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110197581792839734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110197581792839734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110197581792839734' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-110149047740756151</id><published>2004-11-27T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T01:34:53.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Loving the 70'sCall me an emo person....But I have to say that this song caught my attention. When Will I See You Again by The Three Degrees. A song from the 70's era, which is still appreaciated by listeners. Go download aite!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110149047740756151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110149047740756151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110149047740756151' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-110144965604726976</id><published>2004-11-26T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T14:14:36.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Days of My LifeSchool vacation is making me go 'loco' (crazy)! Boy....am I bumming at home killing time by doing absolutely nothing. Yeah, that's right, I work on weekends...But still....The last I clubbed was my birthday (a month ago) and actually, I'm not really looking forward to clubbing as of yet... I won't be clubbing so soon...I predict..ahhaa.I miss school.......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110144965604726976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110144965604726976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110144965604726976' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-110049336470079258</id><published>2004-11-15T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T12:36:04.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Empty SpaceHari Raya has always been an emotional occasion for me, especially the night before Syawal. The 'Bang Raya' never fails to bring tears to my eyes. It causes sorrow as I think about all the dead people, in particular, my late dad. To think that it's been sixteen years celebrating Raya without him.... It's like a missing jig-saw puzzle piece. The missing person in my life....it left an</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110049336470079258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110049336470079258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110049336470079258' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-110049257214643214</id><published>2004-11-15T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T12:22:52.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salam Ikhlas, Nur-Mashurie MohtarTo all ma darling Muslims, wherever ya at, here's wishing ya a Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir &amp; Batin. I'm seeking forgiveness for my foolish and wrong doings throughout the year and not to mention my whiny personality. If there was at any point of time, I did offend you, maafkanlah hamba.Semoga kita bertemu lagi di bulan Syawal yang mulia ini. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110049257214643214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/110049257214643214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110049257214643214' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-109989616428561623</id><published>2004-11-08T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T14:42:44.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Smashing GOOD timeThank ya'll who made my 19th birthday a successful and wonderful one. It was da best teen birthday I had!! Thank you once again. To those who weren't able to join me and have a rolling good time, I'm sorry.... But you peeps missed loads of fun! Maybe next year ya.... If I'm still around to celebrate that is.... :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109989616428561623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109989616428561623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109989616428561623' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-109989571128394932</id><published>2004-11-08T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T14:35:11.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DISCONNECTEDWow!! It feels so good to finally have my fingers touch the keyboard....typing away furiously...haha. I haven't been able to check mail, surf da net, chat on msn and d/l music close to two freaking months!!! Believe it or not...Yeah!My one and only comp, which I depended to get ma work done had to shut down for good. I couldn't even switch it on. Apparently, da mother board failed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109989571128394932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109989571128394932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109989571128394932' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-109642985122280168</id><published>2004-09-29T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T11:50:51.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tatu(ed) for LIFEEgo? Or just plain busy or is it excuses? I can never understand myself. Or am I running away from reality and trying to leave the pass behind me? WHAT IS IT?? One thing is for sure. I miss those times, times when we were inseperable. Only GOD knows what we were up to! Others don't understand leaving us MISUNDERSTOOD. I miss u.I know that I haven't shown any interest in our</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109642985122280168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109642985122280168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109642985122280168' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-109540227789947577</id><published>2004-09-17T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T14:24:37.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Final CountdownOh my, it's close to the end of my third year 1st semester. Three more weeks to go. Last few assignments to work on and it'll be over. Haven't been spending much time with a lot of you. I'm rushing for time and I'm working hard for the grades. Hehe.GOOD LUCK WITH SCHOOL &amp; we'll all spend more of our time over the holidays aite! ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109540227789947577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109540227789947577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109540227789947577' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-109349482294176685</id><published>2004-08-26T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T12:33:42.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kunci Coming!Woah! My favourite singer is coming to town for a concert. I've been waiting for this to happen. Finally, she's coming. I'm definitely going for her concert.Yeah!! Kunci, here i come.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109349482294176685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109349482294176685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109349482294176685' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-109229817491969507</id><published>2004-08-12T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T23:09:24.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SuperwomanIn attempt to be a Superhero, once again, i failed. Am I not trying enough? Or am I not good enough huh? I wrestled in the battle far too long and I've become drained. I "inflict" pain upon myself rather than bringing joy and laughter. Why does it remain a difficult task to be merry in life?Oh well, somethings are just not meant to be.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109229817491969507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109229817491969507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109229817491969507' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-109169243472948513</id><published>2004-08-05T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T15:55:31.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY PAINTBRUSHI keep my paintbrush with me, wherever i may go,In case I need to cover up, so the real me doesn't show.I'm so afraid to show you me; afraid of what you'll do,I'm afraid you'll laugh or say mean things; afraid I might lose you.I'd like to remove all the layers, to show you the real, true me,But I want you to try to understand; I need you to like what you see.SO if you'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109169243472948513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109169243472948513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109169243472948513' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-109049219560202703</id><published>2004-07-22T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T18:29:55.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Heat Is On!...:(Well, well...the workload is kicking in and there's so little time I feel. I've gone to the library to get the resources I need for Communication Issues and have started a lil'. Apart from that, I have a movie review to finish up (which is almost done) and Radio Heatwave to worry about! I enjoy radio and broadcasting starts next week! (More, more and more work!!)I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109049219560202703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109049219560202703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109049219560202703' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-109004233351633737</id><published>2004-07-17T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T13:32:13.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angel In The Night A song by our very local band, Lovehunters. The lyrics is full of meaning and of course the rythm is soothing. It's not too loud. Go listen aite!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109004233351633737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109004233351633737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#109004233351633737' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-109004044498269296</id><published>2004-07-17T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T13:00:44.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Indulgence... I went to da salon just the other day. i spent six and a half hours siting and for that reason, i had butt cramps. i got my hair treatment done, my bangs back and my hair is now super soft and straight. Afterwhich, i rushed home and got dressed for the Heatwave hand over party. i felt like a doll again, brittle and all.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109004044498269296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/109004044498269296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#109004044498269296' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-108968577386039136</id><published>2004-07-13T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T10:29:33.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oops..Can U Handle It?My, my...I'm supposedly to be in lecture but i decided not to go. I've got no valid reason to skip the lecture. *chuckles* There are times when you just want to be alone..and the perfect place is your bedroom. Yeah. It might sound ridiculous but that is how I isolate myself from the world. Babes, remember the time when i was going goo-goo-ga-ga over Sean Paul? Haha, boy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/108968577386039136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/108968577386039136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108968577386039136' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850594.post-108963102640101846</id><published>2004-07-12T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T19:17:06.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spread da Luv AiteHello babes! It's good to be back blogging, especially after not doing it for three months. Aite. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/108963102640101846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5850594/posts/default/108963102640101846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nur-mashurie.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108963102640101846' title=''/><author><name>Dolled Up</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
