<?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-6205420</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:41:02.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that chiq's life. princess.</title><subtitle type='html'>prissy princess.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205420.post-110380343266490047</id><published>2004-12-23T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T20:03:52.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOVE YO' FAT ASS OUTTA HERE AND MOVE IT BITCH!DIG THIS*xoxo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/110380343266490047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/110380343266490047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110380343266490047' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-108125928175933550</id><published>2004-04-06T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T21:51:46.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- StandCapsize Festit was full moon today and yesterdaywhich made the night brighterthe weather was quite pleasanttoday. great! i love rainy days.it's so comfy and cozy to snug under my comforterand sleep. but nope, i went for my canoeing training.it was amusing that many people capsizedand like this never quite happen in my life beforeit was hilarious.Hadi and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108125928175933550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108125928175933550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108125928175933550' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-108117495212882904</id><published>2004-04-05T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T22:26:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Red Blooded WomanToo hott insidepsh! hot hot whore*~just came back about half an hour ago.was at khaty's place and yeah we did somefood experience again. *uhumms*this time it was Spicy Meat Maggi or sumthin liddatand hmms being first time, it didn't taste THAT great likehow our spaghetti tasted but overall it's good aye...and shittest thing was we watched Wishing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108117495212882904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108117495212882904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108117495212882904' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-108108214550802198</id><published>2004-04-04T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T20:41:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Through The WireIn Doldrumssuch a bitter life.i feel disheartenedto see my 5 year old nephew being neglected at times.a wrecked home.parents divorced weeks before his 5th birthdayand pretended to be a family on hisbirthday while celebrating it in his childcare centre.that was last year.both sides going greedy for him.my brother in law's sideare brainwashing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108108214550802198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108108214550802198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108108214550802198' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-108100683255113016</id><published>2004-04-03T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T23:44:13.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Loving YouBummed Outgosh. i'm deadly bummed out. i am so tired.a great saturday for me.of course i spent it with my dear kev.went to Orchard Rd for lunchwe hangout.bumped into a lot of his friends.then my friends.yeah. now i'm at my aunt's house.we call her auntie lala.actually i reached home and saw my mom at the doorstepwith dad going out. imagine, 10:30pm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108100683255113016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108100683255113016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108100683255113016' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-108091321974314981</id><published>2004-04-02T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T21:43:59.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- StandPink Facademy day was great.spent it with my dear kev,went to eat at burger king andthe weirdest thing was i ate twogourmet lamb burger.i was too hungry.looking at my dearest kev really make me swirl.he's the sweetest little boy.yes he makes me smile all the time.he makes me laugh and tickled pink.God knows how much i really love him.i'm glad to have him</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108091321974314981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108091321974314981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108091321974314981' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-108083546629726352</id><published>2004-04-02T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T00:08:30.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- With YouRetrospectiveit's been like days of not blogging.but chillz, i'm still here.i've been very busy with some stuffs you shouldn't knowand yeah with my dragonboat trainings now it's been getting much more packed weekthan ever.i'm so jaded.my week's been going along fine.there's always so much fun than ever.Wednesday i was at Khaty's place and likethe both</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108083546629726352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108083546629726352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108083546629726352' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-108057498162114236</id><published>2004-03-29T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T23:53:52.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Try Procrastinator its funny how my teachers talk to me about my presence in school.like most of the teachers i seecomment on my Absentism.yah watever that is."Nurul, blablablablabla....it's not that i don't know..i'm aware of it...and we are monitoring your absentism...blablablablabla...."and so the cow moooed continuosly.yeah in a way they're helping me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108057498162114236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108057498162114236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108057498162114236' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-108046022811824278</id><published>2004-03-28T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T15:54:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Red Blooded WomanStaarve Me To Deathi'm staaarving!my stomach's growling.mom just came back and she hasn't cook yet.damn.going off to airport later to send mybrother coz he's going to denmarkfor work stuffs.gonna miss him!~ *sniffs with a tinge of cheeky smile*i have nothing to do at home.i'm so bored. my stomach's grumbling like drums beating inside.i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108046022811824278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108046022811824278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108046022811824278' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-108040028911420217</id><published>2004-03-27T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T01:16:56.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- PromiseTrappedwent to a woodgrove's sec carnival inthe morning.christine begged me to goand i did. hahs*i asked mel to accompany me.so we went there and met chrissy and friends.hmms so saw some old friends and camp pals.chatted for a while.and also saw that sundal sherri ann.bitch.chrissy sent me to the train stationand yeah she gave me skittles!i gave her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108040028911420217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108040028911420217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040028911420217' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-108030903315452430</id><published>2004-03-26T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T22:02:07.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- FallenPhuckjust came home ard fifteen minutes ago.spent the whole day with khatyand it was kinda fun.went to school late againand most of the people wanted tosneak out of schoolso khaty and me decided to do so too.with bad luck, miss kelly came around 11 plusto look for the both of us.so i shall save my ears for monday.hmmphs.well anyways, khaty and me were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108030903315452430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108030903315452430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108030903315452430' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-108022308000386686</id><published>2004-03-25T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T22:01:29.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Try [Nelly Furtado]I'm Jadedwearing:brown spag strap and checkered boxers. feeling: exasperatedchatting with: -missing:keve.craving: hmms nothing. nuthin in mind.back from my canoeing training.it was tiring.i'm feelin narcoleptic.aniwaes, before heading to kallang,we were supposed to wait for the transportbut then we waited for like almost 30 minutesand the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108022308000386686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108022308000386686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108022308000386686' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-108012465970398262</id><published>2004-03-24T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T18:43:09.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- I PromiseThe Big Hoohai helped khaty do something.instead, she owes me brownie!!!haha. lols* jokin khaty.i like this picture. very cute!just like me. haha.bunny.i'm kevin's bunny.and yeah, bunny girl is one of Paul Frank's fellow friend.Skurvy too. but i have yet upload Skurvy's picture.cute eh?mom's cookin me fav dish. i can't wait to eat it!the smell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108012465970398262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108012465970398262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108012465970398262' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-108011692395268807</id><published>2004-03-24T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T16:37:26.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Red Blooded Woman.Crazier Each Daywearing:baby blue t-shirt. blue boxers.feeling:tired, hungrychatting with:khatymissing:kevecraving:rocky road browniei'm back again to the gates of hell.looking at the same old darn teachersand damn old principal with a new haircut.yeahs. weird.the third day of the new term is like the fresh start of the new term. gosh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108011692395268807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108011692395268807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108011692395268807' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-108005021575863357</id><published>2004-03-23T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T23:46:17.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- One Call Away (Chingy)The Oppositei didn't go to school today.instead i went out with kevin.at first went to his houseyeahs and we went to Plaza Singapurato watch "Cat in The Hat"it's good.very entertaining.very colourful.i lurve it although kevinfind it very boring.i'd rate Cat in the Hat 4/5 stars.go watch it!aniwaes,before that, we ate Pizza Hut.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108005021575863357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/108005021575863357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108005021575863357' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107996012538562540</id><published>2004-03-22T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T21:10:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Piccieshang on. look closely. don't i look like Caroline Cheong? *lols*i'll post the pictures soon enough.damn sometimes the pics can be seensometimes u'll just see a mothafuckin X. lolsattended school late.only came for my history lesson.and my friend was like "Since when Nunu came?"harhaks.and yeah like khaty saidNurul's famous word"I'll promise myself to study harder and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107996012538562540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107996012538562540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996012538562540' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107987469545043747</id><published>2004-03-21T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T12:22:50.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eye Candies.i like this pic. kev's leg and mine. haha.damn sumthin wrong when i post the piccies.shall post it up sometime later.aniwaes, it's like that last day of holsand i still havent finish my homework.who cares. *bumma*hmms. Thursday went to Escape.it was fun. loads of fun.Friday went Town.hangout. Kev bought his new pair of shoes.ate Pastamania. damn was so goddam full.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107987469545043747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107987469545043747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107987469545043747' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107934776044227050</id><published>2004-03-15T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:43:29.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Wish I Could LeaveUnidentified Painbeen staying at my sister's place.been watching too much VCDs.Le Divorce on Saturday Night.A La Folie Pas Du Tout and Ted Bundy(killing) on Sunday.Freaky Friday 3 times on Sunday.How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days and Chasing Papi today.Freaky Friday again 2 times.Joe's Apartment 2 times.like what the hell.i'm sucha bumma.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107934776044227050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107934776044227050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107934776044227050' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107918806131574260</id><published>2004-03-13T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T10:58:06.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Saturday with my sweetheart.psh.psh.started the day by purchasing movie tickets.watched haunted mansion and its funny.hehes. at first i thought it was likeboring but i think it's not that bad after all.ate spinelli's rocky road brownie. yumyum.basically just walked around town before the movie started.bought some yummy candies and gummy bears. yups. great. i saved </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107918806131574260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107918806131574260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107918806131574260' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107914446326306699</id><published>2004-03-13T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T10:33:42.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- I Miss You.What's the story Morning Glory?!good morning people reading this blog.it's a nice weather.very cool.but i bet it's either gonna be raining heavilyor hot to the core.hmms. *i wonder.anyways, meeting keve afterwards.not sure where we're going out to.harhakz.good. i've planned what to wear.waiting for mom to come home with food.preferably mcdonalds!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nice.something like a better version of acharand it's situation is like kinda similar to mineit's about a couple of different race and religionhaving a hard time getting a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107901427139528743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107901427139528743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107901427139528743' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107893389414285301</id><published>2004-03-10T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T00:00:01.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank youear drums bangin' to- Lucky (Britney Spears)Ecstaticnessjust finished talking to kevin on the phone.it was sweet.harhakz. he was like giving me advice about my studiesand all coz he realized that i've been too lazy nowadays.not been going to school for like2 days and like i skipped mathsclass in the morning.march holidays are coming byand yea, lemme rest all i wantand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107893389414285301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107893389414285301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893389414285301' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107880725597475075</id><published>2004-03-09T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T12:47:17.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love youear drums bangin' to- Promise (Matchbook Romance)Hot or Nothahas.got a message from buble`saying "the girl's hot but the guy's not"thanks for the compliment and the insult.or wadever it is.i've seen a thousand of couples even worsethan my situation.and one more thing i have to take control of.to me, kevin's hott.he has that appeal for me.he's even better inside.his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107880725597475075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107880725597475075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107873677101707236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107873677101707236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107873677101707236' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107871225323916510</id><published>2004-03-08T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T10:20:38.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah. it's a new picture posted!i hope kevin like this picture.i'm in looove with it!it's actually 2 different pictures stitched into one!i experimented with my photoshop programmesand finally this came out! i love it.notice that the both of us are holding the bouquet of rosewe gave each other.hehes.Kevin, hope ya like it! *lols*Love you!xoxo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107871225323916510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107871225323916510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871225323916510' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107870727000863742</id><published>2004-03-08T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T08:57:34.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Letters To You (Finch)Feeling Thisdidn't go to school.actually i oversleptand just decided to stay homethe whole day.it's like a 40% thing that i mightgo to school around 10 later.i'm feeling bored at home.mom went out and i toldher to buy me some foodargh maybe i go buy breakfastat Mcdonalds.anyway, i've been receiving so muchhelp from my friends even from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107870727000863742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107870727000863742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107870727000863742' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107864966956932595</id><published>2004-03-07T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T16:57:33.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- I Promise (Stacie Orrico)Wondering.Saddening Thoughtsi'm beginngin to have these thoughts in my head.[again!]i shan't fall in love again.i don't wanna be in love anymore.i'm sitting here alone in my room.of course i'm thinking.i'm so confused.i'm dazed in love.it's frustrating for me.this fragmented relationshipis constantly setting my heart up to race.at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107864966956932595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107864966956932595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107864966956932595' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107862235664607163</id><published>2004-03-07T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T09:40:36.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>khaty,amel,nadiah and me.this photo was taken like 2 months ago?hurhur.it's a nice pic.heehees.i just woke upand finished eating my breakfast.watching 7th Heaven.my favourite sunday show.not planning to go out today.hehs.staying at home and rest.damn i'm bored."I swear you'll never hear me again..."xoxo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107862235664607163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107862235664607163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107862235664607163' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107858134497862782</id><published>2004-03-06T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T09:19:26.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Another Saturdayanother saturday.it was cool.it was nice.it was fun.it was great.it was an absolute gurlie's day out.we watched Butterfly Effect and it's the best!Ashton was sooo hott!aww!hmm yeah.we bought nachos. I'm Miss Nachos.we bought doritos.we bought chicken.we bought famous amos.and ate, munch, gobble, nibble... yum yum.it all ends good.hahah.went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107858134497862782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107858134497862782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107858134497862782' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107849187958691678</id><published>2004-03-05T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T21:16:33.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- I PromiseWill I Be That One U Need?it was a nice day today.slept till 8 am and then around 9 i wentto school coz like i wanna miss maths lessons.my recess for friday is like 10amand after that it's like 5 periods of Artthat's why Friday is my most favourite day.well, that's what i think.i was quite upset at firstand i felt terribly sad when isort of quarreled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107849187958691678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107849187958691678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849187958691678' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107840754322803509</id><published>2004-03-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T21:42:03.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Loving YouI Can Let My Hair Downi wish i could save the worldlike i'm a supergirlmiss my keve.miss him so much.miss his smile.miss his voice.miss his smell.miss hiss touch.i miss him so much! he's been working all weekand i can't get to see him.i see him in my daydreamsand in the morning is the onlytime i get to talk to my sweetheart.before i get to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107840754322803509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107840754322803509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840754322803509' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107832237423698859</id><published>2004-03-03T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:03:18.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as i'm feelin bored.sitting on my chair.staring at the pink walls in my room.the purple sheets of my bed.the furry browns of my hamster...i decided to do this:Self-analyzed facts about miss chiqa.Full name: Siti Nurul Huda Bte Mohamedand you can call me: Elle, Nunu, Chiqaborn on the: 22nd October 1988at kandang kerbau hospital.my style :t-shirt jeans denim skirts off shoulders</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107832237423698859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107832237423698859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832237423698859' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107831686452315534</id><published>2004-03-03T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:30:43.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- I'm GoodI'm good without Youcheck it out.this song rawks my ass.but not as rock ass as my french stuffies.haharkzz.just finished eating my dinnerchatting with babe christine and mel dearie.today was such an ass day.tired. friggin tired.went to amel's househelped her install window's xpin her comand khaty saw a lizard in her roomand you know how i freak out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107831686452315534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107831686452315534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831686452315534' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107814763303634326</id><published>2004-03-01T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T23:17:35.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- La Vie En RoseNakeddecided to edit my blog entryfor today coz i'm feeling a lil boredso i can spend my time bloggin crapsand whatnotsmy morning was spentdoing my test paper anddamn i have no confidencethat i can pass my science nor my maths.aniwaes anihows, i did "understanding grandma"for my english essay and like shiznet! that's the compothat most ppl don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107814763303634326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107814763303634326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107814763303634326' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107806220269082944</id><published>2004-02-29T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:47:31.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some metallic eye shadow.and this... my hair.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107806220269082944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107806220269082944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107806220269082944' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107806059433005724</id><published>2004-02-29T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T23:12:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin to- Forte [Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You]Velvet Rain Dropsit's all hardwork day today.just finished doing some of my photography stuffs.i'm gonna put all hardwork, sweat and tire into a website.soon it'll be published.so it makes two.a blog and a photography website.and i hope ya'll like it.showed some of 'em to mel and nazra.chatting with nazra [it's a he] </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107806059433005724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107806059433005724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107806059433005724' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107792963158711087</id><published>2004-02-28T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T09:01:26.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't stop, Count backwards 5 4 3 2 1, Before you get too heated and turned on (This guy), You should have learned your lessons all them times before, You've been bruised, you've been brokenThen there's my mind saying think before you go, Through that door it could lead you nowhere (This guy), Has got you all romantic, crazy in your head, Do you think I'd listen, no I don't careCause I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107792963158711087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107792963158711087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107792963158711087' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107788701471074726</id><published>2004-02-27T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T21:08:47.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin to- Red Blooded WomanGet Turned Downbeen listening to this song.i'm so addicted to it.and yes, here i am again blogginand shitting all my life away.lately, life's quite good.cept that i'm feeling quite down,afraid, lost.i'm so afraid. very afraid of the O Monster chasingafter me at the end of the year.anyways, my common test is next weekand i haven't start a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107788701471074726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107788701471074726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788701471074726' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107632234765097932</id><published>2004-02-09T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T18:28:14.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> and i love what u do... don't u know that you're toxic.."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107632234765097932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107632234765097932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107632234765097932' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107631973581054852</id><published>2004-02-09T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T17:44:42.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- ToxicBaby give me itheyaaa... at amel's place.using the com. like "duh!"there's no where else i canuse.my house sucksmy com needs a doctorbut soon yea...lotsa things happen.and all those things are great stuffies.thank god.happy valentine's day people.sorrie that i can't do the dedication thingy.well, if my com gets better then i'll do..miss bloggin so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107631973581054852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107631973581054852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107631973581054852' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107579698682148521</id><published>2004-02-03T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T16:36:25.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heLLoz. i'm at khaty's place. i've not been updating lately coz my computer is being such an arse. must bring her to the doctor ah. *sheesh*so i hope, she gets fine soon after taking her medicine.anyway, to all the copycats out there :"Have a bloody sense of originality please!"i don't care whatever i say might hurt ya'll especially"that girl"- YOU KNOW WHO.please, don't try to imitate. i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107579698682148521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107579698682148521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107579698682148521' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107521526174515112</id><published>2004-01-27T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T22:56:31.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Lindsay Lohan (Ultimate)I fall without my wingshelluva bumma* i'm so tired and restless!went for canoeing today in the afternoonand took the double canoe with khaty.it was damn tiring and i feel so shiznet up.i still have lotsa stuffs to do.homework!i haven't do one of my essays for literature.i have to do my art.i have to do my english which i thinki'll do it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107521526174515112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107521526174515112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107521526174515112' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107512653007644816</id><published>2004-01-26T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T22:24:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Britney Spears (Everytime)I'm Addicted To Youit's my one year and 6 months anniversary with kevin daarlin.didn't celebrate at all coz he's toobusy working and can't even find a timeto spend it with me.i had some problems earlier on andmaybe some of yahave seen my earlier post about havingfamily problems. yeah. i do have.but i'm not gonna talk about itcoz the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107512653007644816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107512653007644816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107512653007644816' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107501079906335202</id><published>2004-01-25T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T14:08:45.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Alli With An I (Mixed Emotions)Don't see seepst!pst!hot hot whore.back again and good afternoon to those of ya'll reading this.it's like 2:01 PM and i just came back from my religious class.hmmph. mom and dad are goin out to watch a concertand then they're goin to their bestfriend's housecoz their daughter is an air-stewardess forthe Emirates airline. *coolio*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107501079906335202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107501079906335202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107501079906335202' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107496170142508849</id><published>2004-01-25T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T00:37:57.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Bjork (In Our Hands)Here Againsomethin reminded me to blog againand mom keeps tellin' me to go to sleep.well, it's raining. raining. raining.nice to sleep with those cold tremblesin the very thick blankets.hearing those raindrops that sounds like a lullaby when u sleepwhere the wind blows at you.i'm here wearing my pink cotton sweaterand i feel so cosy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107496170142508849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107496170142508849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107495668305072857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107495668305072857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107495668305072857' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107491711474075882</id><published>2004-01-24T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T23:12:34.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Diana King (Say A Little Prayer)Valentine's Specialthis entry is entirely dedicated to all my friendsand to the people i know... well, not all but some.sometimes i feel like its very difficult to findthe word that defines love and friendship.it's everything that comes in a package and it's really very hard to find a friend who's really indeedcares about you and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107491711474075882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107491711474075882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107491711474075882' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107487781812152844</id><published>2004-01-24T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T02:35:30.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Edith Piaf (La Vie En Rose)Heartbreakerthanks to nicole aezabelle,i have an addiction to this song for now.hehe. but sometimes it feels a lil creepywhen i listen to it at night. *heehee*feelin' very bored. can't sleep and all that.having the usual boring nightwhich i think should stop sooner or later.i'm not really sure whether i'm goin outtomorrow. still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107487781812152844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107487781812152844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487781812152844' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107484786898093683</id><published>2004-01-23T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T14:02:45.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- The Donnas (Backstage)So Happy Together"i can let my hair down,i can say anythin crazy,i know you'll catch me right before i hit the ground,with nothin but a t-shirt on,i've never felt so beautiful, baby as i do now,now that i'm with you"it's like the first time in this yearthat i woke up late. 2 plus.and i started clearing the stuffs in my room.soon i'm gonna</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107484786898093683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107484786898093683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107484786898093683' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107479109391687401</id><published>2004-01-23T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:35:21.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Christina Vidal (Take Me Away)Hybrid Distortionsiloso today and it was absolutely fabolous!but cept' for Sentosa transformed into"The Bangla World"since it was the holidays, a lot ofbangladeshi workers were thereat sentosa even siloso beach!we reached there around like 12pmand the queue for the Sentosa bus was helluvafuckin long!we decided to take the cabbut </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107479109391687401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107479109391687401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479109391687401' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107458365402847368</id><published>2004-01-20T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T19:33:06.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stop following my style. BITCHladeedas... BORED.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107458365402847368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107458365402847368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107458365402847368' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107456693000862246</id><published>2004-01-20T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T10:59:40.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from now on, my website is known as www.thatchiqa.cjb.netso it's easier for you to type and all that...and for those who keeps looking and reading, thanks a lot.for those who's been jealous and dissing and all that,  MOVE ON. Get a Life.if you want, go to 77th Street and get the GET A LIFE membership card.that should be a plus++ for u rite? and your loser attitude all comes in ALL IN </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107456693000862246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107456693000862246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107456693000862246' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107456341346849418</id><published>2004-01-20T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T09:52:11.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- StandSee the hero try to runthe gurlies plannned not to go to school todayand as one for all and all for onethe gurlies didn't turn up to school todaynad, khaty, amel and this chiQa here.what's goin to happen -i don't know-who's goin to answer -i don't know-chiQa hasn't been to school for three daysfriday, monday, tuesdaydefinitely she'll be goin tomorrowor to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107456341346849418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107456341346849418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107456341346849418' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107452291714218808</id><published>2004-01-19T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T22:46:37.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Sleeping ChildLovely Sceneback from khaty's place after tons of laffterwith nad, amel and aisah.it was gurlies after school day outand we had all sorts of crap today.i was braiding amel's hairwhen they decided to make her upthey used all sorts of makeupputting lipsticks on her cheeksand make her look like Queen Armidala.using the black eyeshadow, theydrew a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107452291714218808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107452291714218808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107452291714218808' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107448199619251778</id><published>2004-01-19T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T11:46:40.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J u s t  a n o t h e r  d a y  w i t h o u t  s c h o o lS i t t i n g  a t  h o m e  l i k e  a  f o o lb o r e d  t o  d e a t h  m i s s i n g  m y  f r i e n d sl a d e e d axoxo NuruL xoxo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107448199619251778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107448199619251778'/><link 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handbag.at first i ate lunch with kevin and metthem after that.took neoprints and it was nice!but the saddest thing was i forgot to bring my digicam.how can i do that? *lol*went to borders</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107434591468155020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107434591468155020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107434591468155020' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107427279812573085</id><published>2004-01-17T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T01:33:35.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- I'm Lovin' It.Catch A Fallin' StarI still can't sleep and i'm feeling so tired.computer's being such an asshole, lagging!jez finished chatting with syadie and feltso sleepy but the moment i went to bed, i woke up again and headed to the computer.*arrgh!*went to khaty's in the afternoon.brought JC along (my hamster)and we matchmaked JC and Dona (Khaty's hamster)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107427279812573085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107427279812573085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427279812573085' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107423692140605054</id><published>2004-01-16T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T15:12:14.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Valentine's Day is gonna be in like less than a month's time.Can't wait to celebrate it with my daarlin'.and here's juz a sweet somethin for that special someone, KEVIN YONG.hope *~=-KeviNuruL-=~* stays forever...You are light when I am in darknessYou are my voice when I cannot speakYou are my eyes when I cannot see....You hold me up to breathe When I need help and cannot stand on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107423692140605054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107423692140605054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107422698701081106</id><published>2004-01-16T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T13:55:12.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- With YouNothin But a T-Shirt OnSurprise! Wahaha. I'm at home now.Didn't attend school today coz i thinki'm too tired.in fact, i'm very tired.actually i planned to go for my art laterbut i guess pretty muchits still the same heh?I'm so bored rite nowwith nothing to do and i'm such a bumma.maybe i'll call khaty later and meedup with heror i'll just meet my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107422698701081106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107422698701081106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107422698701081106' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107392157699776072</id><published>2004-01-12T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T23:44:06.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Holiday InnCharmedjust finished talking to daarlin' on the phone.love him to bits. xXx.we talked about our relationship and weapologised to each other for all the past happenings.sweet eh? *hurr...*aniwae, mom's going overseas for like 4 days.so i have like semi-freedom to myself.it was pressure day in school today.had loads of work to doand i had a terrible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107392157699776072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107392157699776072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107392157699776072' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107381618579693784</id><published>2004-01-11T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T18:16:46.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Gonna be a starMy Gun Is Lovewatched cheaper by the dozen yesterdaywith my daarlin'. it was good. go watch it.i'll give it a 3/5.boredomnation.i feel so drop dead bored.saw this gorgeous skirt yesterdayand thinking whether i should buy it.was on the verge of buying this white lycratop from topshop but suddenly i felt thatit's not necessary to buy it and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107381618579693784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107381618579693784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107381618579693784' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107366028000287854</id><published>2004-01-09T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T22:58:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:::legolas:::</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107366028000287854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107366028000287854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107366028000287854' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107365634387162346</id><published>2004-01-09T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T21:52:44.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Hey YaRestless BeingJust reached home and i feel so tired!Watched LORD OF THE RINGS 3today and it was helluva GOOD!Legolas was CUTE!*nyahaha*the whole time i was smiling looking athim and telling kevin that Legolas was my boyfriend.and i love the part that he climb the elephant thingy... *giggles*and my tagboard, been receiving thiscrap stuffs about this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107365634387162346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107365634387162346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107365634387162346' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107357829115852923</id><published>2004-01-09T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T00:11:51.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Take Me AwayThe Keyit's like almost twelve and i'm not asleep (yet) [11:59pm]been doing researches for my art works.my art work depends on myself.well, it works the other way round too.it's really tiring and it's justthe starting of the year and i'm feelindrop-dead tired.but still, everything that needs to be donedepends on me myself.i do get irritated easily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107357829115852923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107357829115852923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107357829115852923' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107349131869910000</id><published>2004-01-08T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T00:03:39.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Through The RainHold Tight To Your Faithback again.been so busy with school work and no joke, it's everyday homework.well, at least i enjoy it.been doing my art stuffshave to draw stuffs thatare large enough for that teacher to see our work.damn, sometimes she makesthings so troublesome for usbut whatever it is,i have to live with it.so it's hangout place</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107349131869910000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107349131869910000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107349131869910000' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107340284794085620</id><published>2004-01-06T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T23:27:47.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She puts a melancholy smile.Something so "unmelodramatic"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107340284794085620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107340284794085620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340284794085620' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107340208575027519</id><published>2004-01-06T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T23:15:05.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- My ImmortalI Can't take this anymoreThe song that's playing in my headnow goes perfectly fine with mymoods of disappointment and melancholy.i really feel so down todayeven my friends asked me why i acted so differently well, that's the casei didn't put up and act,it was me. the real me.this is what i am and thisis what i have been feelingalways recently</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107340208575027519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107340208575027519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340208575027519' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107331244510599381</id><published>2004-01-05T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T22:21:04.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Why NotI don't know what i love you forI'm sitting on my desk of framesand flowers with my barbie doll and my nightie.Doing my homework and revisingabout tomorrow's assignments.I'm still thinkin to myself.Is this worth what i get afterall i do for some people?Sometimes i wonder whetheri should be nice or should be mean.Maybe i'm just naive.I can't see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107331244510599381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107331244510599381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107331244510599381' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107329617864316676</id><published>2004-01-05T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T17:49:57.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Nobody's FoolLittle Miss ChatterboxHaven't been bloggin for like ages!Busy with school since it started.Been studying like a Geekand hoping to get good grades.Since, met with lonersin the school and biatchespretending to be this and that.Well, i'm not pinpointing people now.Heck. I have other things better to do.Rite, so i got this cute Little Peoplepencil </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107329617864316676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107329617864316676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107329617864316676' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107284447190557131</id><published>2003-12-31T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T12:30:46.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tHat-chiQa is a hip-hop and punk rock junkie. outspoken n opiniated. semi-cynical chick. biggest procrastinator but really sugar coaty sweet. i loooove shopping with a passion. love hangin out with my girlfriends.i'm quite emotional sometimes but i can be really crazy and rebellious. yea~ REBELLIOUS is the right word. ahaha. i enjoy goin to gigs and listening to punk rock stuffs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107284447190557131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107284447190557131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284447190557131' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107284274032235219</id><published>2003-12-31T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T11:52:37.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Wishin' and Hopin'Goodbye 2003, Welcome 2004well, the time on my computer screensays it's 11:42am.i woke up around 11feeling very tired.had a bad dream but i don't wanna mention it.i was woken by a call from my sister.she mentioned sumthing about keys.after that, straight headed to mycomputer desk with barbie dolls, flower framesand pictures of girlfriends</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107284274032235219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107284274032235219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284274032235219' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107284145028461050</id><published>2003-12-31T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T12:31:29.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Mixed EmotionsRunning awayWEIRD.ben stop touching my stuff!getting rid of my tag-board cos you can't stand people mocking me?huh?!apparently,people mocking me shows that my aim is improving.i WANT people to hate me.i've been told that i'm a sadistic maniac,so?benjamin adrian lim,i love alot and you're a great friend but please,have it my way this time.my caption says "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107284145028461050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107284145028461050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284145028461050' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107279903503837356</id><published>2003-12-30T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T23:57:29.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Love Just IsInsanewhoaa~! somebody took out her tagboard from herpage coz she got so many critisizes. what a pity.she said she doesn't carebut why now no more tagboard?feel free to leave a message on the tag-board whether it's to diss,piss or whatever.for some reason,i've learnt that i don't have to please anyone. to live up to other people's expectations instead </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107279903503837356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107279903503837356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107279903503837356' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107279051727430074</id><published>2003-12-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T21:38:30.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Naughty but nice.Yeah, fancy me bitingmy white belt.that's totally PUNK.Wanna kill a little biatch?Unseen they suffer.Unheard they cry.In Agony they linger.In loneliness they die.xKissxandxKiLLx</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107279051727430074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107279051727430074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107279051727430074' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107278571103334038</id><published>2003-12-30T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T20:02:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- SomedayLove,HatredI've been thinking lately aboutthe happening in this world.Man its an awful sight to see.Racism, hatred.Why should there be hatredwhen you can have love?What's there to hate about?Racism is everywhere.Even in Singapore.It's not far away from me thoughcoz someone close to me, has a linkto a racist. i don't want to mention namesor whatnot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107278571103334038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107278571103334038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107278571103334038' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107277454693942810</id><published>2003-12-30T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T16:58:05.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Survey for the BORED.That.Chiqa's Response to this silly thing:&gt; PERSONAL DETAILS-&gt; &gt; [NAME] Siti NuruL Huda Bte Mohamed. [Nurul,nunu]&gt; [AGE] 15&gt; &gt; [HEIGHT] 160&gt; [LOOKS] some say the olsen twins, some say Caroline Cheong... wad else?&gt; [HOROSCOPE] Libra&gt; [IN THE MORNING I AM] still sleeping like a baby... &gt; [LOVE TO ME IS]  one of the best things that happened in my life.&gt; [I DREAM </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107277454693942810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107277454693942810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107277454693942810' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107276763057794181</id><published>2003-12-30T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T15:02:03.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aww... that's kevin and baby victoria. isn't she cute? adorable? chubby?i love her fluffy band. and of course my sweetheart.he's so handsome.my cuppycake.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107276763057794181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107276763057794181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107276763057794181' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107271605597594948</id><published>2003-12-30T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T00:41:13.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVE.L is for the way u LOOK at Me.O is for the only ONE I see.V is VERY VERY extraordinaryE is even more than anyone that you adore.LOVE is all that i can give to you.LOVE is more than just a game for two.TWO if love can make it take my heart but pleasedon't break it.LOVE was made for me and YOU...I Love You. *hugs*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107271605597594948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107271605597594948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107271605597594948' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107270289420387912</id><published>2003-12-29T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T21:01:51.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin to- Sleeping ChildPaint My Lovei just came home from my bracesappointment.i chose purple and blue.i'm so loved with the colourpurple which i used to like pinkso much but now, i think purplesuits my life.Purple can be dark or light.either way, it looks nice.purple is sweet, very gurliesometimes purple can be pain too.like for example, when u have a bruiseit looks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107270289420387912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107270289420387912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107270289420387912' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107262549298496482</id><published>2003-12-28T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T23:31:49.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love this song that u're hearing in my blog page now. its by hilary. it just gets me the mood to blog. *thumbs-up*anyway, for my blog friends/readers/stalkers/maniacs, thanks for reading my blog. i hope you enjoy it, well at certain times. please do leave a trace; as in your name or comments. i'm looking forward to getting to know you too but never ask me out for coffee or wadeva. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107262549298496482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107262549298496482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107262549298496482' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107262169255783141</id><published>2003-12-28T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T22:29:20.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107262169255783141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107262169255783141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107262169255783141' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107262107158285007</id><published>2003-12-28T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T22:18:08.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- I Say A Little Prayer For YouLike A Love PrayerThe moment I wake upBefore I put on my makeupI say a little prayer for youWhile combing my hair, nowAnd wondering what dress to wear, nowI say a little prayer for youForever and ever, you'll stay in my heartAnd I will love youForever and ever, we never will partOh, how I'll love youTogether forever, that's how it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107262107158285007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107262107158285007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107262107158285007' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107259409252173900</id><published>2003-12-28T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T15:00:02.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Beyonce's new song release.Physically BeautifulI'm sick. I feel terribly sick. *hugspillowtight*So cold...Went out with my daarlin' yesterday despitemy teribble flu and coughings.First we went to Far East Plaza to have our late lunchand straight headed to Shangri-La hotelto accompany Keve for his course.It was dragging late but worth it, cuz i get to learn some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107259409252173900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107259409252173900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107259409252173900' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107245095541509734</id><published>2003-12-26T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T23:20:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- So Many WaysMajor Crushi'm here again to blog. WEIRDi blog like wat? 3 times a day? wahaha.ok.so i watched Scary Movie 3 with my sister and her friend.damn i'm 15 and the movie was NC-16. The people ahead of us needtheir identification. Lucky mine need not. *phew*ok the movie was funny rather slapstick. haha. it was crazy man.looking at pamela's boobs, they look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107245095541509734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107245095541509734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107245095541509734' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107243817864940428</id><published>2003-12-26T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T19:37:09.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- TurncoatI need to breatheGosh. I'm fallin sick.Wearing my red sweater.huggin my pillow tight.i hope i'll get much better tomorrowcoz i'm goin out with my daarlin'.can't wait to see him.i feel so bored at homebrowsing through my magazines.its funny how sometimes u feel likebeing that person.of course, girls mean jealousy.imagine, if there's no jealousy,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107243817864940428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107243817864940428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107243817864940428' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107241621629818205</id><published>2003-12-26T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T13:23:52.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Passion is Pink!You're a bit innocent when it comes to sex.Not that you're not experienced...You've just prevented your heart from being corrupted.You're passionate, in time, but it takes a while for your colors to deepen.What Color Is Your Passion?More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva*Great. I Love Pink.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107241621629818205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107241621629818205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107241621629818205' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107241388549730535</id><published>2003-12-26T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T13:01:09.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin to- May 16thThe Sickening You!psh!psh!hot hot whore*~what's the story morning glory?Good morning to blog readers/stalkersout there. well, missy here can't wait forschool to start.heez. can't wait to see my friends and all those biatches in school.damn. bored at home.mom went out to buy breakfast.sheesh~* i can't wait to meet my daarlinkevin tomorrow. not sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107241388549730535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107241388549730535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107241388549730535' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107237654976339402</id><published>2003-12-26T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T02:22:46.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:::women:::I shave my Legs, I sit down to pee. And I can justify any shopping spree. Don't go to a barber, but a beauty saLon. I can get a massage without a hard-on. I can baLance the checkbook, I can pump my own gas. Can taLk to my friends, about the size of my ass. My beauty's a masterpiece, and yes, it takes Long. At Least I can admit, to others when I'm wrong. I don't drive in circLes, at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107237654976339402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107237654976339402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107237654976339402' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107237477692205634</id><published>2003-12-26T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T02:02:37.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alrite so this isn't pretty but its pretty interesting. my couz took this while i was happily jumping on the bed. *booha~! and yea, it was pretty cold so i have to put on a pretty sweater. pretty crappy me~* the pics in my webbie will be lil' transparent. so thats ur prob on how u gonna look at it. open ur biggy eyes. *Ta-da*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107237477692205634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107237477692205634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107237477692205634' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107237037877781545</id><published>2003-12-26T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T00:39:54.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- Turn Me OnMerry Christmas again to peepz out there.great. i spent my days with full of fun and laffter.went to my aunt's chalet. its a big beautifulbungalow at pasir ris. it was my couz's birthdayand my aunt's anniversary.well, it was fantabulous.rite so i just reached home.just finished talking to kevin a littlewhile ago. he's goin out with matthiasplaying pool</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107237037877781545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107237037877781545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107237037877781545' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107225577122921907</id><published>2003-12-24T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T16:49:46.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- The Voice Withinmerry christmas people! have fun on this joyous day.well, school's back around the corner.can't wait to see my friends!miss them to bits. xXx.i'm so bored at home right now.my aunt wants me to go to her chalet but err i'm not really sure whether i should go.that's all i can say todae. can't say much things.xoxoNuruLxoxo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107225577122921907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107225577122921907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107225577122921907' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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-6205420.post-107224799706227891</id><published>2003-12-24T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T14:41:56.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ear drums bangin' to- some linkin park song.WELCOME TO MY SITE AGAIN!!!well to start things off, i'm gonna put my profile here. just a teeny bit info bout' me.have fun!a simple introduction :- 'tHat-chiQa miss siti nurul huda bte mohamed. nurul/nunu. staying in yishun,singapore. 22101988 libran. junior high school, graduating to high school at the end of 2004. javanese malay. 160 height and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107224799706227891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205420/posts/default/107224799706227891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-chiqa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224799706227891' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Mohamed</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>
