<?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-3843396990000455560</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:48:33.617-07:00</updated><category term='chris brown'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='hot gile'/><category term='Sucks'/><category term='The Coffin'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='Sucks.'/><category term='Seriously'/><title type='text'>Ms. Mediocre</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-8215691757697409445</id><published>2009-07-10T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:14:50.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok... going ... into.. hiatus...&lt;br /&gt;right... about...........................&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-8215691757697409445?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8215691757697409445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8215691757697409445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-5813580012991678456</id><published>2009-07-07T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:57:38.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>300 photos dono go where. Up my ass agaknye.</title><content type='html'>Went out with azryl, shadiq &amp;amp; fitri. We caught Ghosts of Girlfriends Pasts at Vivo. It was ok. It was good. Could be better. I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like very much to blog happy today but im mostly bummed out.&lt;br /&gt;I already envisioned myself uploading photos now in my blog and facebook.&lt;br /&gt;But since the stupid SD card would very much love to have a CARD ERROR.&lt;br /&gt;I lost 300 photos maybe more i dono.. but HELLO 300 photos oi.&lt;br /&gt;You know its like, whats the fucking point of it all if photos keep dissapearing.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously whats the fucking point of trying so hard to take nice photos when you know your hardrive, your PC or your STUPID SD CARD would breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;Its not so much of a big deal though. i got over it. Just a bit frustrated i guess. Like..&lt;br /&gt;you ask yourself again, WHATS THE POINT OF HAVING A CAMERA.&lt;br /&gt;You know?&lt;br /&gt;So now, photos can fuck themselves and i dont give a horse shit if they decided to magically dissapear for the HUNDRETH TIME. SO THEY CAN FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;At least i caught a movie today. Been so long. I still havent watch Transformers yet and i think i prolly end up waiting for the DVD to come out. I just got this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore i am fucking PISSED at a certain someone but like everything else, i do not want to make it a biggie. Cos u just know other people have more biggies than you.&lt;br /&gt;SO ITS NO BIGGIE. I feel like getting a rock and throwing at that person while exclaiming ' DIE YOU STUPID SHIT DIE!'.&lt;br /&gt;Along with other news... No more Fadher as we all know it. The news is still sinking in, so im very sad now but i know i'll be sadder later. I wish i could have worked more with him. At least now we have Sani and Amin. And if Tony wasnt so good, i'd prolly just stone him to death too alongside PKMH.&lt;br /&gt;And to my brother Ryl, dont be sad. Its no biggie. People have loved and lost and at one point of time you will experience alot of that. But its that kind of experience that makes you build yourself better and think more mature. Dont hassle. 17 only geng and thinking so much! hahaa.. when i was 17 i was ... let me think.. oh yeah i was going out to multiple IRC gatherings, befriending mats and minahs all over the world, prancing around like im some hot jambu shit, got a metalhead for a boyfriend, got skinhead friends for other illegal activities and it was a carefree feeling back then. Like, you dont have any money but you somehow can still go out and prance around like a lost soul wearing a pink tutu with mismatched ballet slippers.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what im talking about.&lt;br /&gt;But that was before i met bebe Okeh! Mad, young love geng at 17! *wink wink wonky*&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yana, i am finishing the book you're lending me. The one you just lended to me like 3 hours ago? *giggle* And guess what! I didnt even read the title and author properly. Wait i go get it.&lt;br /&gt;Its... Can You Keep A Secret by Sophie Kinsella.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since a book made me laugh hard. Like really crazy hard. Like hyena kind of laughter. No im kidding.&lt;br /&gt;But this book is REALLY GOOD. And im not sleeping till the last page so yeah. Im going to msg you yana once i finish the book. And prolly read it over again.&lt;br /&gt;You know i just noticed, besides me... only Sofi reads storybooks alot in the house. I mean, i prolly win the trophy la, cos i sometimes je see Sofi rolling around the living room with a book. But others are like.. WTH. BOOKS ARE THE SHIT K. I dont understand why people dont read books. But hey thats just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of with a good note now. Night chaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-5813580012991678456?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/5813580012991678456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/5813580012991678456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/07/300-photos-dono-go-where-up-my-ass.html' title='300 photos dono go where. Up my ass agaknye.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-884084307039423967</id><published>2009-07-06T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:19:22.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aku dah malas.&lt;br /&gt;Tak arh seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Dulu.. fanatic arh. Then lame2 dah relek.&lt;br /&gt;Skrg..&lt;br /&gt;kene LAGIK RELEK.&lt;br /&gt;MALAS ARH. Ape nak jadi, JADI ARH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-884084307039423967?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/884084307039423967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/884084307039423967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/07/aku-dah-malas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4500356254265302388</id><published>2009-07-04T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:37:34.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lame2 agaknyer telinga aku boleh kluar darah non-stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4500356254265302388?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4500356254265302388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4500356254265302388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/07/lame2-agaknyer-telinga-aku-boleh-kluar.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-755563083243703249</id><published>2009-07-01T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:25:56.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SkwncRK922I/AAAAAAAAAjs/_oWsiIG-Dq0/s1600-h/Big+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SkwncRK922I/AAAAAAAAAjs/_oWsiIG-Dq0/s320/Big+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353697423635897186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im sorry i didnt wish you earlier. I was preoccupied by things that blocked my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more years to come and honey, i'll still be here for you bcos i will always be crazy about you and no matter how good we are at pissing each other off (hehe), i love you to death. And i mean really really to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out Weeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-755563083243703249?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/755563083243703249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/755563083243703249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-5.html' title='The Big 5.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SkwncRK922I/AAAAAAAAAjs/_oWsiIG-Dq0/s72-c/Big+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-1368889832856341708</id><published>2009-06-29T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:44:27.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im not ready to talk to anyone let alone anything yet. alot have been in my thoughts these past couple of years seeing different flaws, theories and intentions. I have tried many times to bolt the door shut and paste a happy face. bcos that is me. im pretty good at faking. i may not be patient but im very forgiving. bcos you cant think bad of someone for too long. its never healthy. i dont hold grudges and vengeance is just a word i would say but never an action i would do. but somehow they succeed in bringing me down. i dont wish to be angry bcos it will tire me and i have been there. i can only be upset and keep it inside me. and if it bursts, it bursts inside bcos outside is never an option. i may not be the bestest friend or girlfriend, may not be the bestest sister or daughter. but i know i did my part in carrying out the responsibilites of each and every title. and however hard days may go by, i will never stop trying or reminding myself. bcos no one is perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-1368889832856341708?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1368889832856341708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1368889832856341708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-not-ready-to-talk-to-anyone-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-8825419987492060057</id><published>2009-06-27T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:53:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New makeup. WHOOOOPEEEEEEEEE.</title><content type='html'>Maybe i should blog something meaningful once in a while to balance all the crap that i have blogged out so far. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reading all the footnotes. You really cant help it. They catch your attention whether you like it or not. Its really interesting. I like it better in English. Cos i cant understand a damn thing if its in Malay. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he further asked, " When will the Hour (Doomsday) be established?"&lt;br /&gt;Our Messenger replied, "The answerer has no better knowledge than the questioner. But I will inform you about its portents:&lt;br /&gt;1) When a slave (lady) gives birth to her master.&lt;br /&gt;2) When the shepherds of black camels start boasting and competing with others in the construction of higher buildings. And the Hour is one of the five things which nobody knows except Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Christian who embraced Islam and read the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Surahs&lt;/span&gt;, and wrote the revelations for the Prophet. Later on he reverted to Christianity again, and he used to say: "Muhammad knows nothing but what i have written for him." Then God caused him to die, and the people buried him, but in the morning they saw that the earth had thrown his body out...&lt;br /&gt;They said, "This is the act of Muhammad and his companions They dug the grave of our companion and took his body out of it because he had run away from them."&lt;br /&gt;They again dug the grave deeply for him and buried him.&lt;br /&gt;But in the morning they again saw that earth had thrown the body out.&lt;br /&gt;They dug the grave for him as deep as they could but in the morning they again saw that the earth has thrown his body out.&lt;br /&gt;So they believed that what had befallen him was not done by human beings and had to leave him thrown on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Okeh&lt;/span&gt; so.. gotta go clean the kitchen (yak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;allah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;malasnyerrrr&lt;/span&gt;) then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kopek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bawang&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;urghhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lagik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;malassssss&lt;/span&gt;) cos my mum off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jemputan&lt;/span&gt; for a bit and she wants to see the kitchen sparkly shining. And then go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;siap&lt;/span&gt; to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yg&lt;/span&gt; for movie (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;arh&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;malas&lt;/span&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wear my NEW MAKE UP &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;WEEEE&lt;/span&gt;. Sounds like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; but i actually only bought a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Fasio&lt;/span&gt; mascara which is SO CHEAP &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; $14.50! Wanna try new mascara.. must explore the world. Bourjois clubbing mascara is still THE SHIZZLE.&lt;br /&gt;And a.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;BOURJOIS&lt;/span&gt; TurKOISE EYESHADOW PENCIL. ITS SHIMMERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls like shimmery things. YIPPEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-8825419987492060057?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8825419987492060057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8825419987492060057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-makeup-whoooopeeeeeeeee.html' title='New makeup. WHOOOOPEEEEEEEEE.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-747715911899132443</id><published>2009-06-26T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:03:20.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im going to miss you.. no really.</title><content type='html'>I still really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; cannot believe that the great MJ has gone. A couple of months ago i became obsessed with his music videos suddenly (smooth criminal rocks balls. No really.) and downloaded his songs that minus off the music so that way i can only hear his vocals... which is really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; damn good. Duh. And he rocks balls. He always have had rocked my balls long time ago anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually this morning that i woke up and i was still lying like a swine on my bed and staring up the ceiling, when Nana who was using the comp just right beside me immediately said: eh kau tau michael jackson dah mati tau.&lt;br /&gt;Then i was like.. huh? ape sia. Kau tol tak tol.&lt;br /&gt;Then she was like.. ak ar la.. kat msn Today ni ade tunjok.. bla bla blaa..&lt;br /&gt;Then i was still staring up ceiling but i was already thinking about:&lt;br /&gt;His Face. Cos i heard he's got skin cancer or something. From all that surgery.&lt;br /&gt;His upcoming concerts in London which is like a freakin month away, and how all those people need to get their money back cos they paid bullshikas for great seats.&lt;br /&gt;His kids. Whats going to happen to them sey poor babies!&lt;br /&gt;How i heard he converted to muslim but not so sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;How he's going to answer the kubur questions.&lt;br /&gt;How people are going to say what a legend he is after years of torturing him with bullshikas molestation crap and how wacko he looks and how crazy he is and bla3..&lt;br /&gt;which turned out true of course the minute i googled him on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;People are such shitheads.&lt;br /&gt;How great he was bcos his Smooth Criminal music video really gave me multiple orgasms. Well not literally of course.&lt;br /&gt;How his songs and his hopes of helping the children all over the world how nice and kind and harmless he was and how gentle he was when he talks.&lt;br /&gt;And how unbelievable and sudden his death is until i had to get my ass up myself from my bed and quickly firefoxed to see whether its all true while the back of mind is screaming: IT CANT BE TRUE. WHAT THE FRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;But its true so yeah. Im going to miss him.. no really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. back to reality. Where.. my pay has arrived and tomoro..&lt;br /&gt;im going...&lt;br /&gt;well not really tomoro..its more like.. 8 hours later..&lt;br /&gt;im going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOPPINK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to buy that extremely turquoise baby doll top. SO SUE ME WEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-747715911899132443?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/747715911899132443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/747715911899132443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-going-to-miss-you-no-really.html' title='Im going to miss you.. no really.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6693030294863591000</id><published>2009-06-25T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:24:32.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What.</title><content type='html'>Someone, anyone.. please..&lt;br /&gt;hand me a tissue.. a napkin! A kooka? Anything!&lt;br /&gt;Bcos.. i need to fuckin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;GAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6693030294863591000?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6693030294863591000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6693030294863591000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/what.html' title='What.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6430732726585755026</id><published>2009-06-24T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:08:03.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss em shows..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/enwSyQo8d7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/enwSyQo8d7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9XrL_F6tnT4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9XrL_F6tnT4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss this show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i found this. siala. nostalgic giler eh. cos i think i was like i dunno.. still damn little. cos i cant recall the name of the show. but i think i watched this like everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/asdCrXGnFJo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/asdCrXGnFJo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6430732726585755026?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6430732726585755026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6430732726585755026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-this-show.html' title='Miss em shows..'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4839261718466057019</id><published>2009-06-24T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:59:54.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberry sunflowers.</title><content type='html'>You know a bunch of bullshikas when you see them. They're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN DENIAL, DESPERATE&lt;/span&gt; and most important of all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PATHETHIC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a sad sad day for blueberry sunflowers.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry. I just feel like saying that. I dont know the meaning of blueberry sunflowers. Nor do i know that they cant be enjoyed on a sad sad day. It just popped into my awesome head, and it sounded cool, so i typed it out with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im at it again. Snooping into people's business. Why do i do that. Why the fuck do i have to be so fucking KPO. Why cant i mind my own business? Do i really have to go around and be bitchy and comment on every single detail?&lt;br /&gt;Well SoR-Ree if im the pathethic one here. I just cant help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries. I halted myself before i went deeper. I have self-control too you know. All i need is a wake-up call, which i gave myself of course.. and i'll be fine and dandy. Dont worry about me. I'll just go get my peas and carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My GOD. Why am i so FAT. URGHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4839261718466057019?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4839261718466057019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4839261718466057019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/blueberry-sunflowers.html' title='Blueberry sunflowers.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-9203280004282970168</id><published>2009-06-23T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:35:44.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am utterly sick of things disappearing around the house especially when i know who took them.&lt;br /&gt;Its those things that are valuable but you put in your drawer or cupboard for safekeeping and you forgot about it for a couple of weeks and then suddenly... poof. Toyol curik.&lt;br /&gt;My black bangle. That one that has embossed flower patterns on it. Gone. And that is not something i forgot for a couple of weeks even. I dont really wear accessories. So i put this special one somewhere where i can check everyday that its there cos i know its steal-prone. Everysingleday ok i check. Then suddenly the next day its gone, and no one owns up.&lt;br /&gt;My ezlink. That still has got $50 in it cos i tend to top it up to a hundred everytime. Seriously. Gone. In. The. House. Amazing. Theres a huge difference between i dropped it somewhere outside, and i dropped it in the house. And i definitely did not misplace it. No such thing as the word misplaced in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;And then today, i forgot everything about bebe's bluetooth headphones. I was sure that i gave him back but he said he didnt have it with him. And last i checked my room, i dont see any headphones. Which can only mean one thing right. Its not just some crap philips headphones. Its still $60. Still money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously FUCKING SICK of things being toyol-ed and i really cant find anything big enough that can fit in my cupboard slot that can be locked. I bought a lock last year but it broke.. probably some shitfucker tried to break in... so i went easy and just let it be.. until.. a couple of other things went missing also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK, i dont mind or care so much if things go missing. But things that are sentimental and of value that i really point out and made sure the whole house receives my announcement... its just breakdown-ish if they went missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today, i am definitely checking everyfuckingday whether the ring bebe bought for me is at its place. I dont think she even cares that bebe bought it for my birthday or what. She's still gonna take it and then try to deny it all along the lines of.. she's not sure whether that was hers or mine.. which is usually not cos we totally own different things altogether. She is that stupid lame considering she's a teacher and studying in SIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIM my ass. I can study there if i want to just gimme the goddamn money. Bitch. She's got the most ugliest boyfriend by the way who looks like he's a retarded goat cos of his retarded goatee. I hope he beats her up. Thats what their kind do. I hope one day if they ever get married.. which i dont think they will anytime soon seeing that he's already having fun banging her smelly private stash now and then at his house..... he'll beat her up and literally step on her head until it bleeds. Yeah. Bleed. Literally bleed. I want to see blood. I'd be so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if she dies. I dont care if she drop dead. I dont care if she got hit by lori taik or her body got flattened by a steamroller. I dont care if her boyfriend beats her cos he's already a loser for dating her cos she's so smelly and disgusting. I dont care if she doesnt get her pathethic SIM diploma. I dont care if she doesnt give my mum money. I dont care if she takes my things.&lt;br /&gt;Reallly. i doont. Cos karma will works its way into her smelly and berkurap genitilia and then eat her up like some crazy exorcist movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i imagine things like.. one day i'll get into an argument with her.. and then we fight.. and then i end up kicking her ass.. and she'll bleed to death.&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME. Really awesome movie that would be. And i, Huda Anak Kosaini, will be recognized for her heroic duties by saving the family from more bullshit and smelly armpits, cos i totally rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.. its still same old same old.&lt;br /&gt;DIE BITCH DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-9203280004282970168?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/9203280004282970168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/9203280004282970168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-utterly-sick-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4697373738228648240</id><published>2009-06-17T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:09:26.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something bad is brewing at our SBs of One Fullerton. At the moment i can only worry. But otherwise worrying is as helpful as not being able to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only guess the aftermath, but i hope things will settle down well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you. You lying, manipulative, sly, sneaky shit of a bastard that you are. How dare you. I tried to think positive and be optimistic in your decisions. But i can only come to one conclusion. That in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; situation. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You can do so much as to chim it all out using your useless mouth yang busuk penuh dgn taik tu, but you do nothing. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yapping Yak&lt;/span&gt; has no actions to prove his words. Its your bare hands and bullshit words thats killing everyone but you put the blame on others.&lt;br /&gt;And me. What the hell are you doing with me. Beating around the bush with your philosophies. You'd think im on your side? Are you seriously kidding me? Dont you even have balls to reason out problems with your partners? You have to go through me to make everything neutral for you? Fuck. Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go to work and have fun. Thats it. And most important of all, being able to bring back money for my mum. I dont care about YOU or your monyet theories, or your bullshit talk about who hates you and who dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know i dont see myself going anywhere with this kind of bullshit environment. By the end of the year or early next year i'll still be at OF of course but im definitely taking up another job. Seriously i dont neeedddd all this crap when i have MORE important serious crap to handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4697373738228648240?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4697373738228648240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4697373738228648240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-bad-is-brewing-at-our-sbs-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-3471597814244382529</id><published>2009-06-13T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:26:20.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA ROCKS BALLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so the geishas in the movie were chinese. SO WHAT! Zhang Ziyi rocks balls with the grey-blue eyes! Wish i have those eyes... enchanting!&lt;br /&gt;Gong Li too. I especially LOVE her in Curse of The Golden Flower. That movie rocks my smelly socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, gonna get ready for work now. And we have one more day to CHALET GUYS. *whistle balls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that bebe bastard me yesterday. HEHE. He sleep never wake up. He was suppose to start teaching me keyboard. But its okeh BEBE i see you on thursday! Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Amin &amp;amp; Azryl later. ROCK BALLS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-3471597814244382529?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3471597814244382529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3471597814244382529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/memoirs-of-geisha-rocks-balls-yeah-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-7400180784165301393</id><published>2009-06-11T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:08:25.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai grilled prawns.. sedap gile.</title><content type='html'>This month im putting the rock on hold and enjoying alot of others. i really like miley cyrus's The Climb and though i find taylor swift's Love Story so-so, i really love the duet she did with Def Leppard with the song. Also, whose not to love your minah soulja boy song and i love me some chris brown now and then.&lt;br /&gt;If i find a paticular song so-so, i'd look for people doing covers on Utube. Sometimes they actually sang it better and its refreshing to hear a different rendition with their own twists. Thank god for Utube catcher.&lt;br /&gt;Today i got a bit whiny at work. But my head was really bursting into flames. After fiq's extra panadols i got better and then started being crazy with yayan and arepo. 3 partners on floor on a thursday night is sah-weet geng.&lt;br /&gt;Chalet is nearing (omg tak sabar yak allah weehoo yeay2) and i still havent buy alot of stuff. But by this time now i decided to give it a go-with-the-flow bcos i have other things in mind to think about and just wanna haf fun on that day cos that is the most important thing geng - fun.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that im giving myself till december to decide whether i should get another job and make money first before settling down. Its going to be tiring as i foresee it (chey mcm paham) but with qualifications like mine, i have no choice. Smart way or the hard way geng. Singapore ni kalau kau tak migrate kau tak akan kaya. Haha. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh so.. a month ago i blogged about trying to watch the food that i eat. And i kind of failed. HAHA. Cos the main important thing is to not eat prawns, which my yuyul fitri kept scolding me everytime she saw me trying to sneak the thai grilled prawns into my mouth nyeheh.&lt;br /&gt;But this month i lost a total of 4kg without eating rice and fast food. Well it'll be a lie that i didnt eat rice at all. Its not difficult to avoid rice. Its just that sometimes there is nothing - and i mean nothing - to eat at home so i had to eat rice. And i ate a couple of sushis (aku suke sushi gile babat) here and there, and nampak sah sushi tu made of rice, takkan made of organic soy tahu kan. I did try to avoid chicken and prawn, chicken is ok.. its just the prawn part. PRAWN SEDAP SEY. Machamane nak avoid! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I also lessen my food intake and if i could chuck 3 plates of rice before, i now sometimes cant finish a meal. Yeah its not healthy at all actually. And i dont even excercise. Yes i am a lazy baby elephant i agree. Though i dont feel.. great.. i felt good.. though 4kg isnt much actually. I can always gain 4kg in half an hour if someone suddenly decided to offer to treat me to Sakura Buffet (did somebody say sushi?) which i absolutely love to death.&lt;br /&gt;But undeniably i would love to lose a few more, so this month im ditching my ice cream (yes everytime buy at 7 eleven cornetto aku takkan lepas), my chocolate and lesser suppers. Like i said, i can just say but who knows tomoro i'll be tucking in one whole tub of Ben &amp;amp; Jerrys. So lets see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah im still scratching like a monkey. NO PRAWNS HUDA PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;Eh tapi chalet ade prawns kan nanti! Okeh last last last. Sumpah! Last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night guys. Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you too bebe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-7400180784165301393?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7400180784165301393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7400180784165301393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/thai-grilled-prawns-sedap-gile.html' title='Thai grilled prawns.. sedap gile.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-1516408646853143446</id><published>2009-06-08T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:05:19.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel better now. i feel more relaxed. actually im forcing myself to be relaxed. i dont want to endanger myself with more stress. please huda.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i have one more mc for tomoro. i really dont feel like working. i dont feel like being at home either. i wana sit sumwhere and just be stress free. preferably with bebe. so i can sit and talk nice stuff with him like his stars and his universe. i love it when he talks about those kind of stuff. i miss you bebe. ive been thinking about you the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u yan, fiq and sani for helping me yesterday. the pain. omg. was so so so unbearable. pls god dont let me experience that again. i do not wish to go thru that kind of torture anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today. well, today. whatever. i think everyone is pretty fucked up and they can all go fuck themselves. like seriously fuck off from my face, my sight, my fuckin area and my fuckin space. you're not helping at all. so fuck the flying fuck off from my fuckin face you fuckin understand. and dont you fuckin dare talk to me all of you, bcos im not going to talk to you either you fucked up shit all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if tomoro, anyone fuckin dare make me angry i swear to fuckin god i will fuck them up till they fuck themselves up until they theyre so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 1.02am. i really dont feel like sleeping. i dont feel like waking up at 4.30am. i dont feel like working till 4pm. i really really need some good rest. omg. pls. pls pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good nite huda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-1516408646853143446?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1516408646853143446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1516408646853143446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4217164747145647282</id><published>2009-06-06T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:11:54.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More silat for you bebeh.</title><content type='html'>Found it! Another long lost silat video.&lt;br /&gt;1st performance is my Nana with her kipas awesomes. Yes nana is a girl, mya. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;and the 2nd coming from the right (yg nanti pekik 'Oi Sini!') is my Sofi with his awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xeTPdFg9p9w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xeTPdFg9p9w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today im on OFF. *joget spider*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4217164747145647282?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4217164747145647282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4217164747145647282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-silat-for-you-bebeh.html' title='More silat for you bebeh.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-885290718252150059</id><published>2009-06-04T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:55:09.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gona go get ready for work. FRIDAY here i come. You bastardly crowd! I will SURVIVE you FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When actually im dead scared. But what to do geng. Work is work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. Ive been thinking about work lately... lets see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to bebe anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. TGIF definitely not for me. Cos saturday crowd is going to swarm me with their shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-885290718252150059?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/885290718252150059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/885290718252150059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/gona-go-get-ready-for-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-389518611434776272</id><published>2009-06-03T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:56:57.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8JPcG7ZOj4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8JPcG7ZOj4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nana with the kipas awesomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wish abang and nana could still stay cos they were so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-389518611434776272?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/389518611434776272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/389518611434776272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/nana-with-kipas-awesomes.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6106721134585294717</id><published>2009-06-03T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:44:13.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more step to screaming myself to insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero Uno. Meeting sucked hairy sweaty smelly balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldnt have done that meeting. A complete waste of time! Partly (probably...) bcos i didnt speak well enough cos my english suck balls so i didnt really get to project the objective of the meeting. And partly bcos i didnt prepare well for the response. But mostly.. (92% mostly) its because of the annoying QA and the person who keeps yapping about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QA QA QA QA QA. FUDGE THE QA LAH. I dont give a moschino cherry fudge AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero Dos. The chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO many things to buy for the upcoming chalet. And my OCD comes in during times like these and i want everything to be bought, to be perfect and best of all to be as CHEAP as possible. Well, cheap but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Tres. My bedroom is hopeless! Hopeless gile geng!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly wanna clean up this room. Tapi nanti berserak balek arh. Semer pasal si porkchop tu. She will say thanks if i spring clean the room (including throwing away half of her stuff). But THANKS JE BUAT APE. Thanks, but never maintain it, what the FUDGE for kan? Its like, seriously useless, hopeless, brainless lah tu clean up. URGGH. Mcm nak jerit sampai tekak aku pecah siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone PLEASE marry her?! Urrrghghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomoro ikea with adek and bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for OffInLieus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6106721134585294717?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6106721134585294717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6106721134585294717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-step-to-screaming-myself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-1575181407825716778</id><published>2009-06-01T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:26:25.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SiP_WWF3YFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/1gw4azTCXzs/s1600-h/bebe+and+moit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SiP_WWF3YFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/1gw4azTCXzs/s320/bebe+and+moit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342394342343925842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like a dream seems like yesterday. cant believe it would end this way. never knew fate has take its place. how could i. live my life again. without you.&lt;br /&gt;life seems unfair to me. memories keep on calling me. leaving me with pain and misery. leading you to a place call fantasy. how could you. you remind me.&lt;br /&gt;the smile on your face. the look in your eyes. the moment we kiss. the sky starts to cry. as long as i know. youre meant for me. and the moment youre gone theres nothing left in me. but why. its me thats hard to follow. its hard to cure my sorrow. its you the one i love most.&lt;br /&gt;now. i know youre gone forever. one day we'll be together. but still youre far away.&lt;br /&gt;far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its our song! but dont worry we're still together. haha. yah i know the lyrics like...&lt;br /&gt;okeh! just feeling a bit romantic today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomoro meeting. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-1575181407825716778?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1575181407825716778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1575181407825716778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-dream-seems-like-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SiP_WWF3YFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/1gw4azTCXzs/s72-c/bebe+and+moit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-8381023868257437979</id><published>2009-05-28T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:38:50.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sibs &amp; friends</title><content type='html'>i do love my sibs. well. except for the stupid idiot one. we are close. well. maybe not so i guess. at times i feel like they're just there. just there at home. but when we share something we like in common, we really got into it.  i can only advice and remind them random things.. here and there. but otherwise they dont really share their personal problems.. who they like.. who they're dating.. wanna go watch a movie together or not... i dont know. they dont even tell stuff to my mom. mcm weird. dont blame me. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; share stuff from school/work with them. you know me. big mouth. always like to babble2. i just dont know why they cant do the same for me. i try to understand them. and i guess, thats just how they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why, however our friendship may turn out, if we ever be great friends forever or for just awhile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azril will always be the brother that i would love to share things with. &lt;br /&gt;fitri will always be the sister i would love to be there for her and take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;and yuyul will always be the sister that i would love to scold some sense into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are my brothers and sister after all. sedara islam lah katekan! WAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k tomoro spring cleaning my room. which i can say, 7/8 of the mess is the stupid idiot's. deffo not mine. i'll take pictures and post up here to see how disgusting my bedroom is. no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-8381023868257437979?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8381023868257437979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8381023868257437979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/sibs-friends.html' title='sibs &amp; friends'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6716123658242393980</id><published>2009-05-27T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:48:59.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentleman...&lt;br /&gt;get ready for...&lt;br /&gt;*drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARANDA COUNTRY CLUB ERE WE COME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ever REAL chalet geng. Sure.. i went to like 2 chalets ? since i was born.. but they were like.. a friend's friend brother/sister/boyfriend/postman's birthday and the AD047Q chalet.. which yes i planned the food part but didnt get to overnight cos i got GODDAMN CURFEW. Suck hairy balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now.. im 22 so i have all rights to overnight. I can take care of myself ibu dont worry! (She wont let me stay overnight but she said it in like.. a nice way *roll eyes*) But i DONT CARE im still going to overnight. WOKEH. No one can stop me. Whats the point of having a chalet, and u dont overnight. No. Really. If i stay in the east, its no problemo. But you want me to travel ALLL the way like pisang lemau from east to north, which i prolly will take a cab, and thus waste my money to pay the taxi driver salary? NO. But anyway thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point its, me and my baybes (yana baybe, fiqo baybe and fitri jules baybe) will be planning the melantak part and i am SO sexcited geng. Padahal belom JUNE pon eh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH aranda okeh! Wah my boss atas arh geng book chalet. 7 1/2 thumbs up.. Must cost him a  nuclear bomb since its june holidays and all. But. WHATEVER. NOT MY MONEY. WEEE. Aku tompang joget happy dance JER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneewayy.. today is 28 MAY. 28 is a nice number. It has a number 2 and its got the number 8. And together.. they scream: PAYDAY!! *scream head off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like all of my pays, of course it'll be gone in a week. What more the chalet. But its all good man. Its all good. I got my pay worked out, and i will make sure that i will not starve (and wen i say starve i meant ciggs not food) and i will not have debts. I hate Debts! Its like Rabies or something. How can people live with Rabies you see? Or like kutu rambot! Right? Kan gatal anti garok mcm monyetz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aside everything.. i lost my nokia PHONE. MANE siak aku letak. It HAS to be in this room. Nobody will use it cos its damn spoil.. but got my cfbean pictures inside SEY. Stupid right tak upload siang2? Ni lah BODOH. Im sorry huda, you won the award for Bodoh nak mampos tak Tau Nak Upload Gambar Siang2 Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway its all good. Its all good. HAHA. CHEY. Nak step happy go lucky konon aku. ISAPPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of everything else.. I MISS YAYANGGGGGGGG. Dont gag please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YANG i miss you. I really do. My chocolate teddy bear. HAHA chocolate. Well his skin is.. chocolatey.. but its not edible. I miss you and i cant wait.. for you... TO BUY ME A KEYBOARD HEHEHEHEEHEHEHE. Paksa orang EH. Padahal gaji die not OLrite this month. But its okeh bebe. Its okeh. I understand... i love you. I REALLY DO OMG. Crazy about you lah chocolate man you! Even if i never msg u or what.. im always thinking about you k. Remember EH. Okeh good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh..oLrite its all good... let me see.. do i want to complain about anything or not.. hmm.. im not really whiny today.. well except for the GODDAMN FORSAKEN MESSY BEDROOM + SMELLY SHIT that i have to sleep in.. i tink its all good. Maybe i'll sleep in the living room today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIALA tomoro closing, friday closing, sat closing. WAAH SOT DOT TOR ZOR ARH. But its ok huda.. its ok.. before you know it.. its sunday.. and you'll be out with fitri jules baybe go shopping CHEY shopping eh. Padahal beli necessities. Suck hairy balls ar my hair. TU ARH taknak belajar betol2 kan? Main2 agik blajar! Bole masok poly taknak masok! LOSER SIAK KAU huda. LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok what else.. well besides being a loser.. well thats it.. just now closing with sani and danny boy and its ladies night but not busy.. and wina.. wina was great.. SUPER FAST SUPER productive SUPEr helpful and SUPER DUPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh nak minom ice cream soda.. cuci muke.. then nak tido. Besok kejee weeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE KORANG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6716123658242393980?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6716123658242393980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6716123658242393980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/ladies-and-gentleman.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4132241707140055232</id><published>2009-05-25T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:13:43.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ShsALs4Zp9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/2fDes6hT6mk/s1600-h/PICT0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ShsALs4Zp9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/2fDes6hT6mk/s320/PICT0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339861984204138450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to upload a couple of pictures in facebook but after a dozen errors, i decided to give it a pass rather than shit in my pants due to the complications of it all.&lt;br /&gt;i did a backtrack on my old photos and only just realise how many jillion pics i have with sooey.&lt;br /&gt;sooey and i were in the same sad sad matrep school. But we only got close upon graduating. That was the super tebiat metal era where i would follow Mulysa like a demented groupie and watch sooey and aizan gore their hearts out with big khai and adek on strings and joey with his monkey arms working the drums. And thinking back now i wish i have vidcam so that i can post their ultimate awesome here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;after grad, big khai, aizan and me tagged along to work at the absolutely shitty ntuc income at tampines with sooey. i even have pictures of us in the pantry, eating our bekals that sooey's mom packed for us everyfreakinday. Till the 2 boys had to go ns and sadly i got into a minah groupie and didnt hang out much with sooey anymore.&lt;br /&gt;the picture upstairs was actually me kissing sooey goodbye at the shitty workplace bcos i was leaving for cbtl and to start preparing my portfolio for school. The initial plan was that we would meet again soon at the next la salle intake where we would go to school together gether.&lt;br /&gt;I actually still kept the goodbye letter that she dutifully typed on notepad and printed before i left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(took me while to search this weee. spelling and punctuation errors all hers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello green bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck you for leaving me behind this shithole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks alot. you're very much welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so wat ey?im not gonna get my coffebeans today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like damn you.i dress up for the occasion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so wen are u starting to be an official barista?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chewah..barista seh. lately, i heard in the news they are bringing up one notch higher on barista-ing. they actually have a competition for it.and the winner will compete in the grand finals at hong kongke king kong ntah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try ar. mana tahu. tak dapat jadi "BEST TEMPORARY STAFF AWARD". kau boleh dapat "Best BARISTA AWARD"...  ...NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hhahahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eh fuck you ar eh.fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chiao chee bye. im writing in this long for you.up yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok.. on a serious note..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im going to miss you truckloads. actually wen i let you listened to Coin Operated Boy jut now, i almost cry ok. cuz i was actually reminiscing about how we were last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so kemarok and crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will miss you ok. trust me on tat. 100% guatanteed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now give me a hug after work and make me feel better cuz im tearing already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i guess i just see you in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me once u get thru ur interview okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i swear i will be the happiest bitch ALIVE if u get in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you pumpkin. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, turns out that my mom cant sponsor me even though i have savings which prolly will only last me a semester. which suck balls. sooey's doing her 2nd year now and i.. well.. im a 22 year old overweight barista. you know la eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you sooey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night ke hape! dah pukol 5:12AM. solat subuh pe geng!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4132241707140055232?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4132241707140055232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4132241707140055232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-sooey.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ShsALs4Zp9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/2fDes6hT6mk/s72-c/PICT0403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-456212930510852349</id><published>2009-05-24T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:21:14.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my cpu is noisy bcos of the stupid fan that keeps coming off. which is to say, damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to kick it around a few times till the front broke off, and i kick it somemore cos i just cant take the stupid noise. I on and off it a couple of times. The noise actually got louder. But with a final kick, and the switch button came off, suddenly its quiet. Quiet is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-456212930510852349?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/456212930510852349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/456212930510852349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-cpu-is-noisy-bcos-of-stupid-fan-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6926761640455826288</id><published>2009-05-22T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:04:19.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aku feel irritated gile sak skarang. Felt irritated by people who insist to have things their own way. (Like super duper paksa orang. What the fuck.) Aku cakap taknak aku taknak lah BODOH. Kau belajar melayu tak. And irritated by people who laugh at me. Aku tau jari aku pendek.  Kate tak bole season lah ape la. Jari aku da keras lah. Baru skrg nak belajar lah. Kau ketawe kan aku eh. K TAKPE. When one day i can finally play, i will show you goddamn bastards. You fucking goddamn bastards you.&lt;br /&gt;And i HATE people who keep on insisting to have things their own way. FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;OK I AM SUPER IRRITATED NOW.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS i cant meet bebe next week bcos i cannot get that ONE MEASLY DAY OFF ON FRIDAY DONO WHAT THE HELL SO DIFFICULT TO GET ATTACHMENT OR WHAT. I only ask for ONE OFF. k?ONE FUCKING OFF. Itu pon susah.&lt;br /&gt;IRRITATINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6926761640455826288?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6926761640455826288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6926761640455826288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-feel-irritated-gile-sak-skarang.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-3321713090375150264</id><published>2009-05-21T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:00:00.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. I am deeply motivated right now. I didnt know learning was so difficult until i read the beginner's-how-to just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i will not fail. I think. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I will play Through Fire and Flames okeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, yg i depend on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you hear what my sister (yah the stupid elder one. Thank god Nana listens to rock, although sometimes she listens to funny punjabi music) said in the background as i was watching Through Fire and Flames video on YouTube?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: Lagu ape ni?! Mcm lagu power ranger je?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid idiot. Dont know music. Dont know art. Clearly dont know rock. Abeh nak step dengar metallica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-3321713090375150264?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3321713090375150264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3321713090375150264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6084304907708375155</id><published>2009-05-21T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:09:47.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bare with me for a minute. As i pen down this feelings of happiness and gay. Dolphins over rainbows. And cotton candy pink clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you my bebe. The ultimate most cliched sentence in the world, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you! Today i miss you again. And i think about you and.. your safety (all the bloody time). Think about what you're doing (though i know you're asleep most of the time) and i think about whether you're thinking of me or not (you better damn do!) Heh hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 3:05 in the morning my dear blog. Oh wait its not 3:05 anymore. But its 3:06. Here i am blog, sitting in front of the comp, dono wad the hell to type as i contemplate whether to heat up the mee goreng in the microwave or not bcos my stummy is now screaming with absolute hunger, but at the same time my brain says: Eh pi tido sudah lah! Oh its 3:07 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak tengok south park nari ke besok. Nari ke besok. Nari. Besok... Besok. Nari. Besok SUDAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua pi tido dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slamat wet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6084304907708375155?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6084304907708375155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6084304907708375155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/bare-with-me-for-minute.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-8718623806790997062</id><published>2009-05-18T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:26:22.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-8718623806790997062?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8718623806790997062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8718623806790997062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4560574471280547083</id><published>2009-05-18T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:40:15.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrispy betol ar dekni hehhehh</title><content type='html'>You know, at the rate im hearing stories about people talking behind my back, it seems that i just cant trust anyone at all. As much as the person is godamnn convincingly so bloody friendly to you, your best friend, your good friend, your nenek atok ke.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, glad to meet my old beanies back. They drop by at times to see how im doing and catch up on things and share new stories. I'll always remember GH like i remember how minah i am according to sumone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im using rhel's laptop. Heh. At store now. Ciao sinchies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4560574471280547083?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4560574471280547083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4560574471280547083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/hypocrispy-betol-ar-dekni-hehhehh.html' title='Hypocrispy betol ar dekni hehhehh'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6412842704092221061</id><published>2009-05-14T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:35:21.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Absolutely Ugly Manipulative Kurang Hajar punye Pompan Sial.</title><content type='html'>Before i watch south park lemme just say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it must be real hard work pretending to be nice, but its ok. Im turning your offer down. You can keep all your ugly work to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i am chilling, and i sit back, relax and watch as your shit hits the fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6412842704092221061?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6412842704092221061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6412842704092221061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/absolutely-ugly-manipulative-kurang.html' title='The Absolutely Ugly Manipulative Kurang Hajar punye Pompan Sial.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-8934354613961380826</id><published>2009-05-12T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:44:52.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehehe.... padan muke kau...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-8934354613961380826?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8934354613961380826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8934354613961380826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/hehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4044379137584318755</id><published>2009-05-09T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:19:30.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very generous when i want to be. And.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing pisses me off the most than ungrateful people who does not appreciate my generosity. Who does not acknowledge and are utterly ignorant of my good intentions. And who then takes advantage of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i am, stupid enough to do nothing about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4044379137584318755?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4044379137584318755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4044379137584318755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-very-generous-when-i-want-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4369316145011756345</id><published>2009-05-08T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:43:15.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How annoying can she be man. I dont like her. I have my doubts at first. At first she's ok. And then she's not. And then she's suddenly so nice. Suddenly (and i mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; suddenly) she's discreetly mean to me. She is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; freakin weird lah. I mean, its different if i got to know that person is having a bad day, so she'll be quite moody. So its okeh by me. But like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt; change behaviour. What the fuck yo. Make up your mind hello. Wow. Irritating max per. But anyways im COOL y'all. Imma just chills. I mean i roll my eyes behind her back. But thats as far as it could get je. Nothing harmful. Okeh end of rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note i really really need to be less bossy. Sometimes i cant believe i said the things i said and i find myself annoying. Really annoying. Sometimes got guilt like 5 minutes later after a bossy session then by the time like too late to chills. Or something like that. Composure hooda! Composure. I get annoyed so easily. URGH. Its so hard. Optimistic geng. Hello! Wake up your freakin idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya thats about it i think. 4.42am now. What time should i sleep. Hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4369316145011756345?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4369316145011756345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4369316145011756345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-annoying-can-she-be-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-8074539905391631421</id><published>2009-05-07T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:41:20.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday on an off day i was chilling at store and had just finished dyeing yana's hair.. at store! Yes in the backroom. (love the new colour yayan!) Then i was minding my own business then in came this guy who was so familiar... 'Haas!'. I called out. We catch up for a bit. Got him a drink. He was surprised i work there. Same old haas looking for a place to get high on a wednesday night. I think the last i saw him was 5 years ago, way before i met Yg. How times have changed. I'll always be thinking about the past especially when i bump into people from the past, the naive moves i made, the many people i met, the things ive done that i wish i could rewind. Im sure i could have turn out better than this. But, oh well. I guess if i hadnt been that degil, i wouldnt have met Yg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now im racking my brains what to buy for him this July. Cos aku budget gile cos im buying fadher's cam and i dont want to stop paying! Heehee... he asked me what i want. I said i dont know. I said i only want him. Then he said, you already have me, that doesnt count. Yes it does! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working later with.. adek, yayan, bob and amin. My room, is a freaking mess now and i do not wish to clean it anytime soon. BLERGH MALAS SIAK. Maybe aku just laze around abit.. jap agik baru kemas arh. Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besok im going out with you YEAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. TAK SABAR NI WOOHOOOO YEEHAA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-8074539905391631421?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8074539905391631421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8074539905391631421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday-on-off-day-i-was-chilling-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-5127673264054188117</id><published>2009-05-05T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:00:50.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramai2 bedal PKMH aciams.</title><content type='html'>Im at store on yayan's laptop now still figuring out what the hell im doing here and not home yet. Aku keje pagi sia. And its 2236 hrs now babe. Dah tebiat.&lt;br /&gt;Theres alot of things happening at store now and now that ive commited myself whole heartedly to this store, good or bad, im here everyday witnessing it, feeling the same way as the situation unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;First off, ashraf khai and the 2 nurul ains are quitting. All three with different and bizarre reasons and intentions. Shadiq didnt know he's suppose to be at work today bcos PKMH cocked up the schedule again, blaming of course on Diq, setting aside all concern for his partners except for his whole selfish self. My Yayan is transferring soon and she has assured us that she's not going to leave this store until everything is set right again. How many partners are there like Yayan? U tell me. Today im working with MW attachment manager, Masliana (which by the way is fucking hardworking and a really2 great manager ans she's only part-time! AND jambu giler!). And there was no partner coming in at 10. Yayan didnt go to school an offered to help fill in, and i cant be anymore grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what yayan is doing now. She's covering diq's shift. And she's got school tomoro. Of course by default priority is school, but she took the time to care about how the partners are coping without extra help and she volunteered to be that. And she's transferring to b.timah soon. Tell me who am i left to work with if the strong kids are left only a handful, and the rest leaving for ns, getting another job, or just plain kaki pauto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else's fault is all this but Who Else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been almost 7 years since i last contacted my best friend from primary school Maslindah. A week ago kak dila (sometimes i wish kak dila is my elder sister and not Who Else) bumped into her and got her number. I quickly texted her and thought wanna do some catch up (a hell of a catch up arh eh!) with her. Found out she and her cousin has been jobless for months so i thought maybe pkmh is hiring and convinced mas and her cousin to try out part time here at my store. At least got money come in right than nothing! Poor thing sey. Theyve never been in FnB but i thought at least while working part time they can continue looking for a full time job. And they did! They came and did the app forms and they already got their BLJ just now and will start training next wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Fast or what! Im happy! Cos i get to help them! Just a couple of days ago i texted her after 7 years and now she got job! Orrite per!&lt;br /&gt;And i saw PkMh interviewing an indian guy just now oso (omg please tell me he's not taking that guy! ExCLAMAtion MaRK GENG!).&lt;br /&gt;So im going to do my best to help train them to be the best of the best though im not a legal learning coach, but i will try k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Work. Revolving myself again around work. Of course lah! Like what else. Im happy in this store. Oklah, got the Perks and the Porks, but in FnB, lu kalau dah jiwa, LU JIWA GENG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok mcm paham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siala aku nye contact lense kering SIAK. LAPAR SEY. Mintak sani sandwhich arh. Dgn chips. Yak allah lapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I MISS FADHER PLEASE COME BACK soon K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.... lets round up our troops and thrash THAT CHALET GENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-5127673264054188117?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/5127673264054188117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/5127673264054188117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/ramai2-bedal-pkmh-aciams.html' title='Ramai2 bedal PKMH aciams.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-2850782472443811082</id><published>2009-05-03T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:03:31.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to go Whisper.</title><content type='html'>I was watching x-men and it cut to a Whisper commercial.&lt;br /&gt;Explained about the 'softness' (softness wak lu! Melecet ade arh. Mcm sandpaper.) and how good it feels.. and you know what it said at the end of the commercial? 'Have a HAPPY PERIOD'.&lt;br /&gt;Im having one of the worst periods ever now, my back is killing me. Literally killing me, im having those pregnant women kind of backpain. I mean i thought it was bcos i kept sleeping on the floor. But the pain suddenly caught me like.. i dunno like im having quintuplets! And i asked my mum to massage me cos its SOO painful. My mum said she cant just massage. She asked me to explain what kind of pain. Then my mum said 'oh youre having those pregnant-ish cramps due to your period', and she cant massage it. Cos its something i just have to endure. Cos its like.. not massage-able or something.&lt;br /&gt;And the STUPID AD can still say HAVE A HAPPY PERIOD?!! FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;My back is really killing me now but im working tomoro, so i really hope it will fucking go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-2850782472443811082?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2850782472443811082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2850782472443811082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-to-go-whisper.html' title='Way to go Whisper.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-3095725553159719316</id><published>2009-04-30T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:05:14.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know how hard it is to be a vegan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually its not that hard lah. But im just hungry all the time. And sometimes theres no vegan-ish food so just now i got eat abit abit chicken ham and turkey bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya im turning vegan. Why? HAHA. Hooda VEGAN EH. Macam kelakar kontol kan. Siala, i am a member of the sacred PBG Gospel. But cannot ar in the mean time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i cant eat chicken, prawn, red meat, (mcm sial), junkfood, stuff with lotsa salt, temporarily cos of my stupid skin disease. Sure i can eat whatever i want for all i care. But im tired of scratching till my skin comes off. Its really no fun you know. So im trying to lay off the good stuff, and if my skin crap is still going on, in 1 month no change, then go to hell, dunkin donuts here i come okeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is only the 3rd day u know and im complaining. I dont want to paisey sendiri and give in to my semangat dua minit. Lets see how far i go k! I update you. Muacks. Nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-3095725553159719316?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3095725553159719316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3095725553159719316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-know-how-hard-it-is-to-be-vegan.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-7149844069420829317</id><published>2009-04-27T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:14:42.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I first listened to them in 2003. I remembered it ever so clearly. How can i forget about them! Today, the first time after years of ignorance, i checked them out. Take It Away left the most impact on me. You know when you listen to a song and you're reminded of something or someone. I played the song and a thousand memories flashed through my head! Scary! But bittersweet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDMb2T02U88&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDMb2T02U88&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-7149844069420829317?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7149844069420829317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7149844069420829317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-first-listened-to-them-in-2003.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-7503940841649733035</id><published>2009-04-27T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:09:30.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im in a dont-give-a-fuck-about-the-world mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont know how it feels to be called names. Its always fine for me like i always said, i get ugly comments all the time. But if you were to repeat that same comment 10 times in a row, i think you're a fucked up anak shotgun.&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen me just now. I was ready to pick up the chair and flung it at that pieceofshit.&lt;br /&gt;But im alright. Just chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel depressed. Anybody got meth to spare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-7503940841649733035?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7503940841649733035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7503940841649733035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-dont-give-fuck-about-world-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4754420665873588157</id><published>2009-04-26T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:20:48.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im still sad today. Not the crying type sad. Just a sunken feeling in my chest. I felt intimidated. I dont want to turn it to anger. Its just useless that way.&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking about the past. The days where i just sit and stare feeling as useless as a rock. Those days where i dont know what i was doing, the problems that i faced, the times where i struggled to breath easy. Those were the hell days. Maybe i can call that phase, a depression. And im afraid it would happen again. Please please dont let it happen. I'd kill myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4754420665873588157?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4754420665873588157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4754420665873588157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-still-sad-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-7410501796227198151</id><published>2009-04-25T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:23:12.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling a bit sad actually. I usually block such emotions. Pretend nothing happen. But today i cannot lah. I feel empty. Like numb. Like, just very empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-7410501796227198151?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7410501796227198151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7410501796227198151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-bit-sad-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-8357650201787440233</id><published>2009-04-24T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:29:40.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greeted with an empty shell.&lt;br /&gt;I was greeted with an empty mind.&lt;br /&gt;Whimsical notion believer?&lt;br /&gt;I am not so get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-8357650201787440233?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8357650201787440233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8357650201787440233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/greeted-with-empty-shell.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4585657194204419156</id><published>2009-04-22T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:44:08.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sorry if you have to read this and gag. But its about HP again.&lt;br /&gt;Deathly Hallows movie has began shooting. *screams inside self*. I cannot contain myself when i read the news, i was actually trembling with excitement. You dont understand do you? This harry potter thing and me. I am such a huge fan. Well, im sure you can see that. Gag if you would, please. Its really... really saddening to see the series end. But thank you heaven, thank you god for splitting the last book into 2 movies. Bcos i simply cannot resist the ultimate desire of the magical world i love so dearly. Hah. Berangan. No no seriously. Sometimes i dont want to re-read the books bcos i know, that i will not be functioning well for at least a week. I would go into a trance. I would shut the real world and start to .... ok you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;Im not like.. if you buy me a harry potter figurine, i would scream with pleasure. No merchandise can beat the magical words of Rowling and how captivating her stories seems to just capture your attention.. ok fine i stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sleep time. siala. malas pe nak cuci make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe we're turning 5 years soon. i miss you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4585657194204419156?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4585657194204419156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4585657194204419156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sorry-if-you-have-to-read-this-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-1909069821148721981</id><published>2009-04-21T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:10:38.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss jajeh. I think about her sometimes. I think about how i would pick up the phone and text her that i miss her alot. But im not sure thats a good idea actually. The other day, i was joking around with who i forgot, then i shouted 'Yeah!' like in a sickly cute way but in a joking way of course, and made a peace sign. When i did that, which i didnt realise wth i was doing, it instantly reminded me of her. Cos she always do that. It kind of aches actually, thinking about it. Haiya. Why do i have to mess things up. But i only want the old jajeh. Whose the only one who can understand what is chicago chicken, cotton candy, pumpkin, watermelon and ice water cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like the fight i had with dilly all over again. Haiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring. Boring boring... boring. Im too sleepy to watch a movie but not too tired to hit the floor. Yah, i sleep on the floor. Sickening kappe. Cos i dont want to get stupid rashes from strange smelling mattresses anymore. Do you know how irritating it is to scratch like a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss mr.paul gilbert again today. Friday please come fast2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-1909069821148721981?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1909069821148721981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1909069821148721981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-jajeh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-2179830184921974479</id><published>2009-04-20T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:24:40.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out the guitar at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:15&lt;/span&gt;. I tell you if yg can play this.... yg please play this next time i meet you pls pls pls! Yg keep long hair can???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVoABTmcWsg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVoABTmcWsg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-2179830184921974479?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2179830184921974479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2179830184921974479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/check-out-guitar-at-115.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-3618385220859799591</id><published>2009-04-20T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:52:55.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah. Busy month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Okeh so. Updates.. i guess. Ackchulie these pics long long ago oredi. I just paste in my blog for memories from the heart. Waaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was early april, starbucks got a new breakfast thing, which i think is suppose to be a healthy choice for breakfast or something. The food isnt 'wow' (healthy food arent suppose to wow you anyway) but its ok i guess. Believe it or not the press came down to our store to do a media coverage whatever. So there were more partners working that morning than usual cos we gotta do kendarat. Yah. Kendarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezbTaBoeQI/AAAAAAAAAiU/H_oV6x0XcOA/s1600-h/DSC01734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezbTaBoeQI/AAAAAAAAAiU/H_oV6x0XcOA/s320/DSC01734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326873585722620162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezbTKW3JiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/NZbKRzr8KV0/s1600-h/DSC01730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezbTKW3JiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/NZbKRzr8KV0/s320/DSC01730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326873581516695074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Yanabaybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezbS-ui-KI/AAAAAAAAAiE/b_QNHkFTCqA/s1600-h/DSC01731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezbS-ui-KI/AAAAAAAAAiE/b_QNHkFTCqA/s320/DSC01731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326873578394810530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Fiqobaybe.&lt;br /&gt;The amount of glasses and plates to get washed and wiped clean is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezbSiwhqSI/AAAAAAAAAh8/NCo79CLs18o/s1600-h/DSC01732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezbSiwhqSI/AAAAAAAAAh8/NCo79CLs18o/s320/DSC01732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326873570886920482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice arh? Nice meh? OkOkLah. So expensive! My ass even more organic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezbSJsLoOI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TZ_XEBWHvxg/s1600-h/DSC01733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezbSJsLoOI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TZ_XEBWHvxg/s320/DSC01733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326873564157812962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaetH06lI/AAAAAAAAAhs/e9wSJ7mjrfY/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaetH06lI/AAAAAAAAAhs/e9wSJ7mjrfY/s320/DSC01735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326872680315808338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaeuolFmI/AAAAAAAAAhk/DBJKAwAgj18/s1600-h/DSC01737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaeuolFmI/AAAAAAAAAhk/DBJKAwAgj18/s320/DSC01737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326872680721618530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The prepare part best becos me, Fiqo and Yana like work in the factory like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaehIyV6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/8XB_szzAS2Q/s1600-h/DSC01738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaehIyV6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/8XB_szzAS2Q/s320/DSC01738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326872677098608546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arh ok, this is one is undeniably sedap lah ok. Its not 'sedap gile wow nak lagik satu please menjilat jari'. But its fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got one day me and yana dine (CHEY DINE KAPPE) at cfbean. I miss the food so we flew there. Then they got new cake sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaeUR3W2I/AAAAAAAAAhU/FTRHjH3rFbM/s1600-h/DSC01743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaeUR3W2I/AAAAAAAAAhU/FTRHjH3rFbM/s320/DSC01743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326872673647024994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earl grey chocolate cake. Ok la. The name live up to the taste. You can taste the early grey before the chocolate. But its so pwetty and yummy looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaeFGzfzI/AAAAAAAAAhM/asZAO34hifY/s1600-h/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaeFGzfzI/AAAAAAAAAhM/asZAO34hifY/s320/DSC01746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326872669574102834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yana heppi sey dapat makan cfbean. I order the mango matcha ice blend. SEDAP NYER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaCeV8zmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/CeQiPaNDztc/s1600-h/DSC01745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaCeV8zmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/CeQiPaNDztc/s320/DSC01745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326872195312176738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She oso take picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaCJawOlI/AAAAAAAAAg8/o8eKFRjSoN0/s1600-h/DSC01747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaCJawOlI/AAAAAAAAAg8/o8eKFRjSoN0/s320/DSC01747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326872189695179346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WAH MUD PIE SEY. Kite makan ni kasi abes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaCGt00WI/AAAAAAAAAg0/499OzNjibWc/s1600-h/DSC01748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaCGt00WI/AAAAAAAAAg0/499OzNjibWc/s320/DSC01748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326872188969865570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss my salmon scramble. You dont know how much i miss it. I'll always remember you salmon scramble, close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaB7awU2I/AAAAAAAAAgs/4BTKAYa179U/s1600-h/DSC01749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaB7awU2I/AAAAAAAAAgs/4BTKAYa179U/s320/DSC01749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326872185937089378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WAH clean arh plate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. it was fad's 28th birthday.. it was on the 31st march but we were 1 week late.. cos we bought him planned him 28 presents and brownies!!! Pics still with fiqo. I only have the brownie pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaB9YQROI/AAAAAAAAAgk/VtOMlLjGdxc/s1600-h/DSC01751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezaB9YQROI/AAAAAAAAAgk/VtOMlLjGdxc/s320/DSC01751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326872186463470818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made with love, from the hands of Chef Huda and Chef Fiqin, Peanut Butter Macadamia Chocolate Marshmallow brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezZkox6NqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/WmIRRnjyWxA/s1600-h/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezZkox6NqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/WmIRRnjyWxA/s320/DSC01752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326871682717726370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WAAAHHHHHHH. Vannilla frosting on top please. I didnt know vanilla frosting taste GODDAMIT good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezZkpEFeCI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rVClUqcH97U/s1600-h/DSC01753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezZkpEFeCI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rVClUqcH97U/s320/DSC01753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326871682793961506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mcm roti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezZkedtFpI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5gnVvUtrPDE/s1600-h/DSC01754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezZkedtFpI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5gnVvUtrPDE/s320/DSC01754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326871679948625554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Chef Fiqin attempts to right a birthday message... which melted.. actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. 14th April we had a store meeting at Minds Cafe. I didnt know such a place exist. Where you can play games and chill in such a great atmosphere. We played games first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezZkfdnHAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/TxqewLw68vw/s1600-h/DSC01788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezZkfdnHAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/TxqewLw68vw/s320/DSC01788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326871680216669186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wah Wah Wah. Kecoh Yuyul. Mcm makcik2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezZkQnHgaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Rupy5NOKlPQ/s1600-h/DSC01790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezZkQnHgaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Rupy5NOKlPQ/s320/DSC01790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326871676230009250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wah sukenyer diorang. Kite main taboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezY42Pc3NI/AAAAAAAAAf0/NBPeYr1K3y0/s1600-h/DSC01779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezY42Pc3NI/AAAAAAAAAf0/NBPeYr1K3y0/s320/DSC01779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326870930417048786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture yanabaybe is smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezY4lAPW7I/AAAAAAAAAfs/org5VZILmm8/s1600-h/DSC01780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezY4lAPW7I/AAAAAAAAAfs/org5VZILmm8/s320/DSC01780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326870925789846450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture yanabaybe muke boring. Why? Bcos meeting dah start. HEE HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezY4v-QLqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/yndcpzQrc6I/s1600-h/DSC01792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezY4v-QLqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/yndcpzQrc6I/s320/DSC01792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326870928734301858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then.. we continue main game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezY4QRCc1I/AAAAAAAAAfc/4PcRLTsgnpw/s1600-h/DSC01783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezY4QRCc1I/AAAAAAAAAfc/4PcRLTsgnpw/s320/DSC01783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326870920223159122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yuyul, Fitri, Sulaiman, Azril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then... 15th april i went to meet my multiply (long looong time i never see oredi) ladies at west mall cos si mya jacob need some help with some scrapbook thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezX3LzQ32I/AAAAAAAAAfM/DYJBJeb5jvE/s1600-h/3059_70175399203_688714203_1525897_1928472_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezX3LzQ32I/AAAAAAAAAfM/DYJBJeb5jvE/s320/3059_70175399203_688714203_1525897_1928472_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326869802333036386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezX3D6CcOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bT-1gXyIgB4/s1600-h/3059_70175354203_688714203_1525889_1300983_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezX3D6CcOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bT-1gXyIgB4/s320/3059_70175354203_688714203_1525889_1300983_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326869800213967074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This muke says: HEEHEE. So now if you read my blog, and theres a HEEHEE, you know my face is like that. k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezXeFYokOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/oDWXM1qTyzk/s1600-h/3059_70175344203_688714203_1525887_1367023_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezXeFYokOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/oDWXM1qTyzk/s320/3059_70175344203_688714203_1525887_1367023_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326869371114000610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WEE. Oh ya this is my WEEE face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezX20xYxPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ymwUD17g0lo/s1600-h/3059_70175484203_688714203_1525910_6467352_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezX20xYxPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ymwUD17g0lo/s320/3059_70175484203_688714203_1525910_6467352_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326869796151149810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms.Jacob feeling diva. But the heels damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezX229cpWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6zwka7R5uNo/s1600-h/3059_70175479203_688714203_1525909_3866263_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezX229cpWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6zwka7R5uNo/s320/3059_70175479203_688714203_1525909_3866263_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326869796738606434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My ms.Junita. Dono what made her wear those boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezX2ttK4yI/AAAAAAAAAes/KEItU5RU8Oo/s1600-h/3059_70175464203_688714203_1525907_496347_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezX2ttK4yI/AAAAAAAAAes/KEItU5RU8Oo/s320/3059_70175464203_688714203_1525907_496347_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326869794254414626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candid actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezXeUbLRMI/AAAAAAAAAek/ioOyYRzcQas/s1600-h/3059_70175594203_688714203_1525926_392754_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezXeUbLRMI/AAAAAAAAAek/ioOyYRzcQas/s320/3059_70175594203_688714203_1525926_392754_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326869375151195330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my YEAY WEE WOOHOO face. I miss my ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezXedZGkoI/AAAAAAAAAec/YGsshRqwmzI/s1600-h/3059_70175589203_688714203_1525925_6139828_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezXedZGkoI/AAAAAAAAAec/YGsshRqwmzI/s320/3059_70175589203_688714203_1525925_6139828_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326869377558418050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I havent decide what this face interprets yet. Ni mya suro posing ngn ice cream. Aku tak bersalah k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezXeSDL8WI/AAAAAAAAAeU/H1wknvbMlZA/s1600-h/3059_70175574203_688714203_1525922_4237997_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezXeSDL8WI/AAAAAAAAAeU/H1wknvbMlZA/s320/3059_70175574203_688714203_1525922_4237997_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326869374513705314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS and miss you guys VERY MUCHEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. 18th april, my bro, Khai Cobain and his band Telecast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezcYCCm5sI/AAAAAAAAAi0/C5HsKNg7jCw/s1600-h/l_ebe2f3f566c6416a9cb08def76526d64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezcYCCm5sI/AAAAAAAAAi0/C5HsKNg7jCw/s320/l_ebe2f3f566c6416a9cb08def76526d64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326874764695234242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.... promote themselves at arthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezXeFraKkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/v7t2HO344Vw/s1600-h/DSC01802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezXeFraKkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/v7t2HO344Vw/s320/DSC01802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326869371192748610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sooey and The Khai. I MISS MY SOOEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezW7uOFKVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/5KZHdTVlDo4/s1600-h/DSC01803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezW7uOFKVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/5KZHdTVlDo4/s320/DSC01803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326868780780169554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE YOU SOOEY. I forgot to take didi's picture arh. She DAMN jambu sey on that day. Dayumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezW7nA_7QI/AAAAAAAAAd0/l8d_IFhfsp4/s1600-h/DSC01804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezW7nA_7QI/AAAAAAAAAd0/l8d_IFhfsp4/s320/DSC01804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326868778846252290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my goodman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezW7Zd_EcI/AAAAAAAAAds/-_5LFSjBUJA/s1600-h/DSC01813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezW7Zd_EcI/AAAAAAAAAds/-_5LFSjBUJA/s320/DSC01813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326868775209734594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wah ade wardrobe stylist pe khai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezW7f160YI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-zrB7k0-pPY/s1600-h/DSC01814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezW7f160YI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-zrB7k0-pPY/s320/DSC01814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326868776920732034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Khai and Khai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezcXzdZbFI/AAAAAAAAAic/m3JApvNXL5o/s1600-h/l_f3c617556c4e4b3ead725999a8a2cba2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezcXzdZbFI/AAAAAAAAAic/m3JApvNXL5o/s320/l_f3c617556c4e4b3ead725999a8a2cba2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326874760781065298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Khai, Khai, Khai and Amin: Telecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezcX1Hst4I/AAAAAAAAAik/jfmV9F4fjtM/s1600-h/l_a5628142909d40818695a7ceda0da740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezcX1Hst4I/AAAAAAAAAik/jfmV9F4fjtM/s320/l_a5628142909d40818695a7ceda0da740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326874761226925954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezcX7iCAUI/AAAAAAAAAis/MI7aitObkzY/s1600-h/l_30fe71a4cbd54ae683a5f7b8c8727fde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezcX7iCAUI/AAAAAAAAAis/MI7aitObkzY/s320/l_30fe71a4cbd54ae683a5f7b8c8727fde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326874762947985730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah touching arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography belongs to.. Hardy And Shammie. I steal for advetorial purposes. Im not pussy loser claim other people work is mine kay! =p!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did great. They were awesome actually. Please CLICK PLAY. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5Q8KbMi3Eg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5Q8KbMi3Eg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQpFK1zGqsc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQpFK1zGqsc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, did you know why they were awesome? Well, they were of course mostly awesome bcos Khai was very funny, he was smart to do jokes in between performances and they played fun and catchy songs which arent too overrated or too exaggarated. But what helped in their awesomeness was this band, who played before them. I dont know whats the name of the band but i can tell you this: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY SUCK BALLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really! Im not kidding. I think the vocalist didnt know that he's got vocal problems. That britney spears can actually sing better than him. And did you know what songs that band played? 'Sweet Child Of Mine', 'Rock you like a Hurricane', 'Master of Puppets', another song i forgot and their "Original" song. They practically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUINED&lt;/span&gt; the songs i LOVE how DARE they. They sound so bad, i wasnt the only one flinching okeh! My friends kept giving me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Dekni Tol Tak Tol SIA!'&lt;/span&gt; looks throughout the painful performance. When they announced that they're gonna play the last songs, Didi sighed with relief HAHA. And their original song.. was a punkrock song. Can you believe it? There you are wearing your leather jackets and feeling feeling 80's rock, covering songs that you think would rock our socks off, but in the end embarassed yourself with a punkrock ska-ish 'original' song? Wahlauweh! Anymore bullshit you would like present us with?&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, theres these.. girls.. who i think are prolly their 'fans' (friends) were standing near the stage and, did a slight headbang throughout the sucky performance. WOW. How can you actually headbang to bullshit? And this one girl was wearing a guns and roses tshirt with leopard print leggings!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt; And this other girl was wearing a leather jacket, feeling2 rock but i saw her took off the jacket like.. halfway through cos she was sweating. HAHAHAA. Wow. I hope im not gonna embarass myself like that please please please. Ok im done bitching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last but not least, who THE HELL eats coffee cheesecake with chocolate caramel ice-cream at 12 noon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezW7B-Cb6I/AAAAAAAAAdc/21veRpU9dSE/s1600-h/DSC01819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezW7B-Cb6I/AAAAAAAAAdc/21veRpU9dSE/s320/DSC01819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326868768901722018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really miss Mr.Paul Gilbert but im only meeting him this friday so, patience mah laydeh. Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-3618385220859799591?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3618385220859799591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3618385220859799591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-really-miss-mr.html' title='Wah. Busy month!'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SezbTaBoeQI/AAAAAAAAAiU/H_oV6x0XcOA/s72-c/DSC01734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6681886347347245775</id><published>2009-04-18T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:03:18.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why why WHY do they have to KILL ME slowly with this HBP trailers ARRGHHH!!!! New trailer for HBP has come out and i am EXTREMELY hardcore ecstatic to the MAX OK. Omg just KILL ME. Just KILL ME ARGH. JULY?! ARGGGGH Why does it have to be SO GODDAMN LONG ARRRGHHHHHHHHHHH. GOD JUST KILL ME PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6681886347347245775?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6681886347347245775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6681886347347245775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-why-why-do-they-have-to-kill-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-9073674128816313899</id><published>2009-04-14T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:20:32.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its sad that it has to happen to someone who clearly dont deserve such treatment. i need to start changing my mindset. that a job can never last too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-9073674128816313899?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/9073674128816313899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/9073674128816313899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-sad-that-it-has-to-happen-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6799285684976084271</id><published>2009-04-13T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:37:58.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. ok. i am not going to watch any more of michael jackson's crying fans video because it looks like they are trying to crush him into tiny little pieces of .. no in fact, trying to crush him into dust. crazy fans. i saw a comment in youtube, the video where alien ant farm did a cover on mj's smooth criminal, and the comment said something like michael jackson can never bring a crowd to their knees like alien ant farm. HAHA. wtf. kidding pe? i think half the population of an MJ concert crowd passed out and 1/4 didnt see the world after. probably.&lt;br /&gt;5.29am. i cam home from closing around 3am. what the hell am i doing not sleeping yet. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;eh you know what, im not trying to be a health freak lah, but im really scared for my health. being fat is fine with me. i got nooo problems being fat. oh well except for the limited wardrobe part.. and the not being able to become a supermodel part.. just kidding. but if youre fat and unhealthy, whats the point of being fat right? am i going too fast? or do i know what im even saying.&lt;br /&gt;29th april WATCH OUT ARH EH. gaji kuar je.. ZUUUP aku terbang ke cinema sia check it out gambit. bring my honey along. hi honey. i know you reading this. i love you k? i miss you. HEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;oi harry potter not may la! june. or isit july. BOOOOO. This is the longest gap they took to make the next sequel. oi whats keeping you ar? thousands of trailers oredi played, movie still not out? IM HUNGRY FOR HOGWARTS OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la i go sleep. later at 7PM got meeting at store. URGH. i wonder what the babi tonggek will announce. oh wait i know. ade mass CA party most probably. or maybe he's sending everybody store outing go do amal jariah at old folks home, but all expenses use our own money, bcos we are dayum rich bcos our store the only store dont have enough store fund to cater to anything else besides his 5metre long velcro balls. he probably buy like custom made pajamas for his balls. anyway. i go now. 2 days off. AT LAST GENG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and honey. i really miss you. like, i dont bedek this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6799285684976084271?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6799285684976084271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6799285684976084271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4303144225495534369</id><published>2009-04-12T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:37:29.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg omg oh my god. did u see him? did u? did u see him? omg. did you see gambit in action in the wolverine xmen origins trailer? siala siala siala. siala my heart stopped a thousand miles through the sea and mountains and rain cats and dogs unicorns fly over colourful rainbows and pink dolphins triple flips up the air my balls in my mouth my cheeks flustered.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i like gambit gambit. gambit remy LeBeau. the cartoon. but to see someone fit and hot enough to reprise the role in real action is really really amazing for me. bcos we've all seen the other characters right, but now..its time for you... my gambit..&lt;br /&gt;ok BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4303144225495534369?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4303144225495534369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4303144225495534369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-omg-oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-2416329336850547898</id><published>2009-04-11T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:15:12.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont want to be angry. but like sometimes cannot help it arh. 1 hour later after 100 counts of slow calm breathing, i'd find it stupid to get angry at something so silly and wonder why the hell must i curse so bad and so loud for nothing. mcm..seriously ar k. on another note I HATE THAT STUPID BITCH FACE on the internet she is fuckin EVERYWHERE i hate her face her nose a mouth a stupid pouty lips and i hate that shes SKINNY. i HATE HER she fuckin prasan jambu and she can go and fuckin DIE. you name it arh eh. anakmelayu multiply friendster facebook tagged WTF everywhere oso got your face. WTF. Fuck you and fuck off. good night guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-2416329336850547898?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2416329336850547898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2416329336850547898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-want-to-be-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-3728585594197733568</id><published>2009-04-10T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:21:32.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you seen the 1 month ridiculous mcdonalds diet movie directed and experimented by morgan spurlock himself? its scary. i was telling myself as i was watching the movie that im going to only eat fast food like once a month, which by the way will prolly never happen bcos im always known for being smgt due menet. But i was actually going back on how often i eat fast food.. i think i only eat em like once a week. or once every 2 weeks. i eat alot of dessert mostly. i usually want real food.. which i.. eat in very big portions..and many many servings.. which i guess is quite equivalent to eating loads of cheeseburgers and drinking sugar infested coke... oh what the hell haha. at least im not working at like tampines which i used to cos..did you see century square??? its fuckin food haven eh? new york pizza kfc long john what the hell everything arh! bubble tea.. delifrance.. starbucks coffee bean.. burger king.. blergh. ok gtg. work work work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-3728585594197733568?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3728585594197733568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3728585594197733568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-you-seen-1-month-ridiculous.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-8066718217578112749</id><published>2009-04-09T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:34:00.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some stuff</title><content type='html'>point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fads bday surprise was a success.&lt;br /&gt;-me and fiq baked the awesomest peanut butter marshmallow macadamia chocolate brownies.&lt;br /&gt;-my sister finally reported hisham's $720 saga case to the police today.&lt;br /&gt;-yg scold me today, which is rare for him, but i deserve it. well he didnt shout at me of course. but with a stern strictly means business kind of scolding. hee.&lt;br /&gt;-what else.&lt;br /&gt;-oh tomoro work with babi tonggek.&lt;br /&gt;-actually no, like 4 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;-which means i gtg sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-8066718217578112749?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8066718217578112749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8066718217578112749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-stuff.html' title='Some stuff'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-2143251922353231942</id><published>2009-04-06T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:03:21.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha! siala. its now 6am in the morning, and i have to wake up at 9 to go to sheng shiong with fiqo to buy ingredients for the brownies we gonna bake and i actually just finished doing fad's birthday card while watching beauty and the beast on you tube. haha omg! i am a crazy woozy mofo.&lt;br /&gt;anyway of all the disney classics i watched so far, i totally forgot why i dont really like hunchback of notre dame - its cos its like a bloody damn musical. The other classics have songs, but not every 5 seconds. And then yea, little mermaid - bull. Cinderella! Cinderelli~ cinderelli~ Love it. Snow white.. not so much. I dont know why. I think snow white look scrappy ar. Sleeping beauty!!! Crazy waistline the rose/aurora got! very charming. but cannot beat beauty and the beast la. cos first of all, beauty and the beast was the first ever movie i watched at the cinema, my very first time. then sumore beauty and the beast like not much bull bcos, belle learned to love the person from the inside. Rather than meeting a handsome prince at first sight. Its great!&lt;br /&gt;Ok gtg now ok! SHIT confirm anti ngantok gile, buat brownie tetido dalam tepong agaknye.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-2143251922353231942?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2143251922353231942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2143251922353231942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/haha-siala.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-254638242754107848</id><published>2009-04-04T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:15:51.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i feel like i have no say in the house no more. Mostly every angry opinion i voiced out will be taken into consideration, but then manipulated, twisted and delivered back in a totally different view that brings me to the point that my opinion doesnt count no more. Its hard to explain actually. Its much more complicated than that.&lt;br /&gt;I am also expected to be calm and to give in, no matter the situation at all times. I can do that. Im actually so used to that, that i seem to built a wall around me that says: "I dont give a shit if you want to start a fight with me just bcos i dont give a shit. Yawn". When im in order, i would just stare at that person.. whoever that is that was trying to stubbornly argue with me..  and stuff invisible earplugs into my ears and i watch that person writhe with anger especially seeing me so collected with myself, firing me with words that they thought could provoke me, but i laugh inside. I laugh so hard and so happy bcos i know they cannot break my Bullshit Wall.&lt;br /&gt;But like any other being that has feelings, they break sometimes. Those rare times.. that the wall is just dying to burst from all the hate and anger. And guess what. When i behave like a maniac, from all that angst that ive been collecting for so long, they call me.. a satan. Literally mostly. Yes, its true.&lt;br /&gt;Bcos they say that the devil is an arrogant, proud bastard, full of hate for others and a selfish son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;And so i am that. Just bcos i got angry once every 2 months. Isnt it great to be compared with satans and animals?&lt;br /&gt;So if cows and goats and cats and dogs are easier to keep and more behaved than children, why not get a cow then. Why am i here, in this world, instead of a cow? Why not get a wild boar at that. Or a platypus perhaps. If it makes your life easier as you claimed it would be, why am i here?&lt;br /&gt;Whats with this comparisons? Is there a competition? If other people have children that are decent, hardworking and pious out of this world, is it my fault that im not them? Why should i cover my head when i know im not ready. I know. This sentence always escapes you: Why should you wait till you're ready?&lt;br /&gt;Thats simple. Bcos i wouldnt like to rip off and put on headscarves like its a game. Force myself? I thought religion shouldnt be forced?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes religious classes dont feel like so. Its more of a time where a parent can actually bash the children with sarcasm and humility. Other times im glad to have classes bcos at least i have some knowledege to share with others. But most times,  i admit, its a drag.&lt;br /&gt;Its like, you have problem with me, you talk to me. Not use a cover like a stupid class to give me subliminal messages and then pretending like nothing happened. Nauseating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-254638242754107848?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/254638242754107848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/254638242754107848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-i-feel-like-i-have-no-say-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4224217488167247836</id><published>2009-04-03T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:55:53.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomoro im meeting you. Once i see you, i'll hug you and squeeze you and i will say, yg, i missed you. I love you deeply and.. my mother asked you for $15K for hantaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA just KIDDING. My mum? $15K? More like $5K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah wee im so happy. Tips this month i got $13! Yipidee Yah Yeay! Um.. i know $13 is not much, but last month i got $5. How bout that. The story of Starbucks Tips. Its has sad episodes. And OSO. Customer snapshot we got 100%! And i will be getting my lovely $50 on my next pay! WOOHOOO JOLI PE GENG. More like.. pay my mum WAHAHA. I didnt expect it to be 100% though. Anyway, when i read the snapshot, its not really that good. Dont even know why the snapshot give 100%. Well, i'd just like to say, THANKS FOR BEING NICE GENG and give us full marks Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*berdansa bogel di tengah padang bola*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. i havent wash up, i smell like fermented coffee beans, i am damn parched, and i look like crap! So i'll be going now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skip happily towards sunset*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4224217488167247836?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4224217488167247836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4224217488167247836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/tomoro-im-meeting-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4193806697264895414</id><published>2009-04-02T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:07:45.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im eating vanilla ice cream cone at 1:59Am.&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;and i ask myself everyday why the hell am i so damn fat.&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;oh guess what.&lt;br /&gt;guess.&lt;br /&gt;guess lah.&lt;br /&gt;Im asking u to guess RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING! HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a7ttL6UouPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a7ttL6UouPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4193806697264895414?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4193806697264895414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4193806697264895414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-eating-vanilla-ice-cream-cone-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4371762008147282820</id><published>2009-03-31T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:19:06.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Out of the blue ibu asked me, are coming with us this may? I said, arh? Go where? We going Bandung.&lt;br /&gt;ARRGHHHHHHHH. WHY WHY WHY.&lt;br /&gt;Ok i wanna go k. Bandung = FOOD. It has always been about the food anyway. I cant find a decent mee bakso here in singapore. Usually i got lobangs like some friend's maid can cook a decent mee bakso. Otherwise the food courts defines mee bakso as meatball floating in a failed mee soto soup. REAL SAD.&lt;br /&gt;But HOW? Im just starting to save money sey. If i go, it'll take me another 3 months to cover back what i spend, when in 3 months my savings should double already. Ala.. chamane ni.&lt;br /&gt;Siala.. bandung. I dont care about the sights. The sights were great and all. But id much prefer the kampungish part. YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE RICE TERRACES. Better than cameron highland. Greener and just.. haiya just amazing la.&lt;br /&gt;And then once we went to ibu's friends house. Which is like.. located at the top of a rice terrace. The people there are literally orang bukit. Then the house, omg. Looks like it was falling apart, but its actually strong..made of strong bamboo and stuff. But the thing is, they got electricity. Yah i was dumbfounded of course. And then we bought them mutton.. actually literally a goat. I think like akekah or something. Cos theyre poor people. And DIORANG BUAT KAN KITE SATAY SIALA SEDAP GILE PE. I will always remember that satay till the day i die. They cut the meat in cubes (BIG CUBES) and in one stick theres like 5 cubes. Then they take kicap, mix with some herbs, and they bathe the meat cubes in the concotion and SIALA. Its SO SIMPLE but SO DAMN SEDAP GILE K. I ate like a thousand of it i think.&lt;br /&gt;And after we ate sofi and nana went running off sumwhere and im so glad i chased after them, cos they ran..then they climb some rocks! Like u imagine ar.. u live downstairs, your neighbour live upstairs, and you have to climb rocks to get to your neighbour! Then.. we got to a place where we could actually see a super breath taking view of rice terraces. And right where we were, it was like a little flower plantation terrace, and we lie down in the flowers like in those stupid hindustan movies, and we just enjoy the air and the view. Back then i wish i have a video camera. To get there it was soo dangerous, everything was steep and slippery, but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;ALAMAK. MACAMANE NI. Aku nak pegi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4371762008147282820?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4371762008147282820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4371762008147282820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-blue-ibu-asked-me-are-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-2552239346836594465</id><published>2009-03-30T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T06:36:50.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horlicks mahal eh. Baru aku tau.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SdDGNn46jcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Wg_vsMst2AA/s1600-h/interview_with_the_vampire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SdDGNn46jcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Wg_vsMst2AA/s400/interview_with_the_vampire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318969097272856002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn good. I forgot how good it was. In fact this was one of the first few movies of brad that i watched. Kristen Dunst was really really good in it. I cried when she died. I love the Tom Cruise then. Wish he wasnt so nutty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SdDGNA371qI/AAAAAAAAAdM/G1HO51LEXCc/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SdDGNA371qI/AAAAAAAAAdM/G1HO51LEXCc/s400/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318969086799763106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All i did was cry and cry throughout the movie wtf. Wish she wasnt dead. Well if she wasnt then i dont think they could come up with such a good biopic movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SdDGM9sE6nI/AAAAAAAAAdE/I6adU_Nz-2o/s1600-h/0780622588.01.LZZZZZZZ.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SdDGM9sE6nI/AAAAAAAAAdE/I6adU_Nz-2o/s400/0780622588.01.LZZZZZZZ.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318969085944719986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny and sweet. And a bit corny. But just a good laugh. Cant beat 50 first dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SdDGMptNVEI/AAAAAAAAAc8/eBz1DkKeUb4/s1600-h/A70-1691.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SdDGMptNVEI/AAAAAAAAAc8/eBz1DkKeUb4/s400/A70-1691.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318969080580756546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the best childhood movies after Monkey Trouble. I didnt know Mason Gamble grew up to be a hottie. Oh and i actually once saw this guy in the mrt one day going back home from school. I was with my skoolmates and i told Khai first.... Kau tengok lelaki india tu. Muke die mcm.. Mr.Wilson. HAHAHA. Really! Muke die SAME mcm Mr.Wilson. I couldnt decide whether he's indian, he must be mix bcos he was quite fair. And me and khai and my other skoolmates shouted ... Hey Mr.WILSSSOOONN!!! And the guy stared at us LOL. He must have known. I think he SO know he looks like Mr.Wilson. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when youre having your period and it feels like your whole stomach can just explode. Or your cramps make you feel like your legs are going to fall off. Or you just feel helpless and you just want to sleep the pain off. Tomoro im doing opening and im really worried that i cant make it through lunchtime. But Fiq and Yan gonna be there, so i think i should be fine. Cos youre not gonna think of anything else if youre just laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking.. and observing. Like, when im sad, im really sad. I used to be super gembeng. But now im just an emotional wreck when im sad. When im happy, im really happy. I can be as loud when im angry just as loud when im happy. Im very loud i think. To the point where i just embarass myself time and again without fail.. I think i got that from my mom. But im really patient just like my dad. I'd collect alll that hate and anger into one big pulp.. and then i'll burst. Just like my mom. My vulgar streak.. my dad. Though he rarely curses. But when he curse its like.. WHOA. WTF. Or maybe im the one whose just profane. Im no super hygiene bionic woman, but i keep stuff clean.. like my mom. Hm. Guess im more like my mom. Not to mention the physical similarities. Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd. Birthdays coming up. And im quite busy these days. With birthdays of course. Like i have anything else to look foward to. Oh, i have yg's bonus to look foward to. HEHE. And very good news from khai. Turns out the design i did for his band badges has got good reviews and they want it on a tshirt, so i i have to start do some editing, and maybe some new stuff too. Which is great for me. Really2 great. Free labour of course. I dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to meet yg today. He's been waiting for weeks for me to do Playing with Fire. That song is very difficult! But i'll try it all the same. My C is very bad. What more higher than that. But its ok. As long as he lets me to I Will Come to You. Wee. I promise promise i will do it the next time we meet ok? This saturday ok? You dont go out eh yg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i gotta rest. It feels like im pregnant! URGH. Mcm tumbok bocor siak ni perot. WAHA GORE SIAK. Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-2552239346836594465?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2552239346836594465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2552239346836594465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/horlicks-mahal-eh-baru-aku-tau.html' title='Horlicks mahal eh. Baru aku tau.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SdDGNn46jcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Wg_vsMst2AA/s72-c/interview_with_the_vampire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6159924230199050795</id><published>2009-03-28T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:13:45.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had to watch Selena. I cried like hell, throughout the movie and i even forgot how sad it was. Blergh. Now imma go watch interview with the vampire. BEST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6159924230199050795?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6159924230199050795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6159924230199050795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-had-to-watch-selena.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-782311421371436797</id><published>2009-03-26T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:59:54.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>Theres really quite alot to do and lots of things to get organized. I havent washed my own clothes for months. I used to but now i just dump a few extras in my mom's laundry so i dont have to wash a week's amount of dirty clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I kept my make up in different boxes according to categories and now i think the boxes contains nothing but debris and my make up is practically all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;I now have a small slot to put my crafty crap but the more i see that slot, the more i think that its a potential mouse nest.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to rearrange my stuff, clothes, personal, crafts, stupid useless other stuff, but sharing a room with 2 other, whom one has actually taken over most of the slots, theres really nothing much to rearrange except just try to keep it neat, which i havent been doing lately.&lt;br /&gt;Its not bliss when i have to put my things more upstairs than downstairs cos that way id have to oways climb up to get it. Hassle geng.&lt;br /&gt;Omg my clothes. I usually at least fold them back neatly when everything is out of place at least once a month, cos anyway that slot can never be neat for more than a week, but now its such a mess, i have to dig like about 20mins to get something decent to wear. Memang pathethic. Sometimes i dont even know why i still keep clothes that i dont wear. Why do people do that?&lt;br /&gt;My colour pencils.. like.. cant be used anymore, and i didnt buy new ones and the old ones are still there, in a stupid shoe box. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Talk talk talk. No action. Thats why tomoro if i get mc, i wanna start cleaning. Haiz. dah jadi lazy fucker sey.&lt;br /&gt;Good nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-782311421371436797?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/782311421371436797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/782311421371436797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6665484314594405763</id><published>2009-03-25T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:48:26.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Die COPY orang nye artwork lagik GENG!</title><content type='html'>OK! Plagiarizer strikes again eh! Yah lah the same stupid untalented dumb blonde step jepon who practically painted shit on my friends design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Long2 time ago aku ade buat this edited thingy which actually looks quite stupid to me now. I was bored so i did some lines.. did some swirls (OI tu swirl aku draw sendiri eh bukan aku pi download some photoshop brush! Which aku rasa.. is stil an effort ok!).. put some random pic of a mohawk girl and posterize it or whatever and i got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScpOyvogY9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/QL946WOeJEQ/s1600-h/Deathly+Gallows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScpOyvogY9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/QL946WOeJEQ/s400/Deathly+Gallows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317148943751078866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And i named it, Deathly Gallows. Yah i know. Merepek. Buat bende ni pon nak kene ade title. Tapi, its still my title right? I didnt copy it or whatever. It was the first thing that came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kau tau si untalented beyond imagination tu buat ape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScpQGrOzoyI/AAAAAAAAAcU/nJzRtVpov1k/s1600-h/n734503976_1104338_6824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScpQGrOzoyI/AAAAAAAAAcU/nJzRtVpov1k/s400/n734503976_1104338_6824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317150385678557986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NI APE TAIK NI. Wah have the CHEEK sumore to put besar2 DEATHLY GALLOWS PAT SITU. BAGOS skali! Tu yang kaler biru2 tu aku bole gurantee tu muke die. EH you dont edit a piece that has ALREADY BEEN EDITED K. Its STUPID. Unless you get a picture of a face or what, and manipulate and plaster your designs on it, THEN THATS FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im REALLY ok if she credit me, or in Sooey's case, credit Sooey. But NooOOoOoo. She HAS to put it there: RESTRICED OWNED BY ME DESIGNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i know this piece isnt official but just a result of boredom, but you just cant stop thinking: WHAT A LOSER THIS BITCH IS COS GOT NO CREATIVE JUICES AT ALL, ONLY GOT PUSSY JUICE. 3D LOSER BABE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Siti Khalijah if you have my facebook. Thats the cunt whose responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6665484314594405763?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6665484314594405763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6665484314594405763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/die-copy-orang-nye-artwork-lagik-geng.html' title='Die COPY orang nye artwork lagik GENG!'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScpOyvogY9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/QL946WOeJEQ/s72-c/Deathly+Gallows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-32443679070854310</id><published>2009-03-21T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:39:20.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok aku tgh marah. Aku actually nak blog lain tau. But now aku marah gile eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASEB BAIK FIQ CALL AKU EH BILANG AKU BESOK AKU ACTUALLY OPENING. But aku dah switch ngn mai. THANKS AR MAI NASEB KAU LEY. AKU BLANJER KAU YOSHINOYA ARH EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu BABI TONGGEK pegi letak aku sunday opening. DIE BODOH KE BENGOK AYAM NI ARH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brapa juta kali aku nak bilang die aku tkley buat sunday opening? Cos aku ade freakin class ugama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE BODOH KE BONGOK KE BABI TONGGEK TOGEL DAUN CHIBAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERAM SIAAAKKKKKK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-32443679070854310?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/32443679070854310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/32443679070854310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-aku-tgh-marah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6979678596429462513</id><published>2009-03-20T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:31:06.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March.. April.. May..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER KELUAR MAY KAN?!?!?! YAK ALLAH CEPATLAH AKU TAK SABAR NI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6979678596429462513?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6979678596429462513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6979678596429462513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/march.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-8386687391948584448</id><published>2009-03-19T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:25:55.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScMokEqffDI/AAAAAAAAAb4/IWgerdbVbWM/s1600-h/1_704262465l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScMokEqffDI/AAAAAAAAAb4/IWgerdbVbWM/s400/1_704262465l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315136585419684914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss you yg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Today work. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-8386687391948584448?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8386687391948584448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8386687391948584448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/miss-you-yg-urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScMokEqffDI/AAAAAAAAAb4/IWgerdbVbWM/s72-c/1_704262465l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-1545335643240418119</id><published>2009-03-19T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:14:17.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiyo!!! Copy orang nyer artwork eh!!! AIYOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penat jugak eh upload gambar ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdaynita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIE0onO6lI/AAAAAAAAAbo/KxhLz0yfHGk/s1600-h/B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIE0onO6lI/AAAAAAAAAbo/KxhLz0yfHGk/s400/B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314815812552288850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIE0WuS2uI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7c3jMA9Qa18/s1600-h/B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIE0WuS2uI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7c3jMA9Qa18/s400/B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314815807750068962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us pirates chipped in to get her a pink speedracer helmet, thanks to Fad for everything. I got a video of her opening the present but i cant seem to upload it. I think she said 20 OhMyGods in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Sheesha with the Pirates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman, Yul, Yuyul Fitri, Fiq, Me, Yan, Afiq, Mai, Wan, Areff and Kinneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIE0aegnVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/bjlYsv97wzQ/s1600-h/B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIE0aegnVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/bjlYsv97wzQ/s400/B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314815808757603666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIE0OTLidI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RJ-5Vb_5FqU/s1600-h/B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIE0OTLidI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RJ-5Vb_5FqU/s400/B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314815805488859602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIEKyA98bI/AAAAAAAAAbI/iFQyW4jhZAQ/s1600-h/B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIEKyA98bI/AAAAAAAAAbI/iFQyW4jhZAQ/s400/B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314815093521641906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIEK7lEAlI/AAAAAAAAAbA/q0TRqRRLzPE/s1600-h/B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIEK7lEAlI/AAAAAAAAAbA/q0TRqRRLzPE/s400/B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314815096088953426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Members dapat apple strudel. She gobbled it with extreme PBGness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIEK0W-LUI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rwIAtFzcU98/s1600-h/B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIEK0W-LUI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rwIAtFzcU98/s400/B7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314815094150802754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Geng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIEKRATzKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/_2mT5pGBV2o/s1600-h/B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIEKRATzKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/_2mT5pGBV2o/s400/B8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314815084660509858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rest of the Gengs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIEKdrFafI/AAAAAAAAAao/OMQRFlqpup8/s1600-h/B9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIEKdrFafI/AAAAAAAAAao/OMQRFlqpup8/s400/B9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314815088061147634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fitri did a model clay of a vespa with helmet sumore! for birthdaynita. Very sweet of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIAbtMUe-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/7P9O_DqMKZQ/s1600-h/B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIAbtMUe-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/7P9O_DqMKZQ/s400/B10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314810986238344162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIAbeM9nYI/AAAAAAAAAZo/e4w57y88Nas/s1600-h/B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIAbeM9nYI/AAAAAAAAAZo/e4w57y88Nas/s400/B12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314810982214507906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIAbaCiUYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/BwzAjvdBDzA/s1600-h/B13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIAbaCiUYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/BwzAjvdBDzA/s400/B13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314810981097034114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muke aLa senyuumm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIAbADkudI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iCck9L9hR5w/s1600-h/B14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIAbADkudI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iCck9L9hR5w/s400/B14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314810974122064338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan sewaktu denganye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIDGDY4jII/AAAAAAAAAaI/o414PAwCga0/s1600-h/babaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIDGDY4jII/AAAAAAAAAaI/o414PAwCga0/s400/babaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314813912774380674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIDXKzl7kI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xFGQQK02D40/s1600-h/babbiiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIDXKzl7kI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xFGQQK02D40/s400/babbiiii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314814206823231042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIDh_IXrUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/UQ5W5lHrhxs/s1600-h/babuuuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIDh_IXrUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/UQ5W5lHrhxs/s400/babuuuu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314814392667712834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIDqMBFd1I/AAAAAAAAAag/MOgwp8SDqdY/s1600-h/baboooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIDqMBFd1I/AAAAAAAAAag/MOgwp8SDqdY/s400/baboooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314814533565773650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pretty pretty zuweeennn. Glad you like the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_4sedc2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/6mLeiR-FP-I/s1600-h/BZuween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_4sedc2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/6mLeiR-FP-I/s400/BZuween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314810384750572386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A month of hard work and sometimes no sleep. The binding! Damn hard that part. But alas, my sweat is paid with glory. I had to steal pics from her blog, cos my camera suckass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_4rayu-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/z8PC7GxPzeo/s1600-h/B16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_4rayu-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/z8PC7GxPzeo/s400/B16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314810384466754530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_4QqAyCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/VHDc49ONxnY/s1600-h/B17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_4QqAyCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/VHDc49ONxnY/s400/B17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314810377282832418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_4Q2gc9I/AAAAAAAAAYw/8v_v9nPgun4/s1600-h/B18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_4Q2gc9I/AAAAAAAAAYw/8v_v9nPgun4/s400/B18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314810377335239634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_4dvr51I/AAAAAAAAAYo/ABiTeNSAr_I/s1600-h/B19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_4dvr51I/AAAAAAAAAYo/ABiTeNSAr_I/s400/B19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314810380796290898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Printed editor's note page. (see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_JRiQ_2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/jn5gksRAlJ0/s1600-h/JPEG+Format+Julie+Font.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_JRiQ_2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/jn5gksRAlJ0/s400/JPEG+Format+Julie+Font.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314809570064924514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_JAf62FI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7Te97VmpLZc/s1600-h/B20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_JAf62FI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7Te97VmpLZc/s400/B20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314809565491681362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiny red feathers, lots of paper, foam, lots of glue, and lots of brain racking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_JGj_C4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/74NBmNLjLvY/s1600-h/B21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_JGj_C4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/74NBmNLjLvY/s400/B21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314809567119346562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_I0aWslI/AAAAAAAAAYI/pg0wwz9zIsA/s1600-h/B23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_I0aWslI/AAAAAAAAAYI/pg0wwz9zIsA/s400/B23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314809562247115346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_IiAClUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ADIxipl23pI/s1600-h/B24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH_IiAClUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ADIxipl23pI/s400/B24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314809557304907074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH-CXAsP8I/AAAAAAAAAX4/U8tNouNgms8/s1600-h/B25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH-CXAsP8I/AAAAAAAAAX4/U8tNouNgms8/s400/B25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314808351764004802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet pe button die. Foam and velcro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH-CeAwoqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/eLXmGn6BIOM/s1600-h/B22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH-CeAwoqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/eLXmGn6BIOM/s400/B22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314808353643340450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And others. Credits also goes to Fiq, cos she drew quite alot of the borders. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Saved my life. Im eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuh. Done. Doesnt seem like alot of pictures. But i think it took me 2 hours just to do this post. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally random, but serious (very serious) note, i went to my facebook (which is still faceless) and start grabbing pictures and surfing friends at the same time. I went to a particular profile, a long long ago friend, though not really in contact with her, and took a look at the albums. She's got one album dedicated for her artwork titled: My Arts. Her work isnt power kedemak, but aint scrawny either. So I scrolled.. and scrolled.. and. Guess what i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Soo. My Sooey Booey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH-CAoSi8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/PLTUUgNM57s/s1600-h/Agent_Tsue_by_sya_hysteria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH-CAoSi8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/PLTUUgNM57s/s400/Agent_Tsue_by_sya_hysteria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314808345756076994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes she is fierce. Do not mess with her. Haha. A while ago Sooey has got a line of clothings called Tsuecidal Clothings, which i would say, quite a success for a small business. She is my ITE black hawk down mate and quite a lesbian partner she is. HAHA. So, once, Sooey did a design using my face. YES. MY face. Which i would say is totally vectored and rendered and digitalized till you cant recognize its me but what matters is, i know its me and sooey know its me. So what the hell lah kan. It looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH-CMEEwQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/aASarKcFBEc/s1600-h/confusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH-CMEEwQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/aASarKcFBEc/s400/confusion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314808348825403650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So imagine the surprise i got when i went to this someone's facebook album and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH-B5S0d8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/DM3l8zvI0dg/s1600-h/n734503976_1104341_7740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScH-B5S0d8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/DM3l8zvI0dg/s400/n734503976_1104341_7740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314808343786977218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And do you know what she captioned it as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESTRICTED. OWNED BY ME. (DESIGNED).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... imagine the utter shock i had to get from Sooey when i called her LOL. Well well... that girl is SO in trouble, thats all i gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3D Loser siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo! Going to meet sweet apple pie. WaHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-1545335643240418119?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1545335643240418119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1545335643240418119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/aiyo-copy-orang-nyer-artwork-eh-aiyoo.html' title='Aiyo!!! Copy orang nyer artwork eh!!! AIYOO!!'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/ScIE0onO6lI/AAAAAAAAAbo/KxhLz0yfHGk/s72-c/B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-5572544770987204541</id><published>2009-03-18T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:08:25.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honey, i buat facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab SEMER ORANG KAT FACEBOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its SO damn hard to grab pictures especially when they say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alermak gambar2 yang kau nak ade kat facebook aku ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i: SIALA aku kene buat facebook eh last warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dono how the fuck to use it. And quite not interested yet on how. I just want pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIALA IM SO HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i heat up a ham and cheese sandwhich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its freakin 4am right now URGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fuckin fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-5572544770987204541?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/5572544770987204541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/5572544770987204541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/honey-i-buat-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-18110794764330982</id><published>2009-03-16T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:11:16.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I hate my fucking hair. I want my waves back. 2. I want to be skinny but i wanna be PBG at the same time. 3. Fiq got her bday pretzels. Photos when im free. 4. JMP people can go and die. (Jgn Mcm Paham). 5. Im buying Fad's camera. Confirmed this time. 6. Tomoro sheesha with my buckies. 7. I love honey to death. Just feel like saying it. 8. BFH class was FUCKIN boring. 9. Luckily im not working with PMK tomoro. (Pukimak) 10. Im super sonic sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-18110794764330982?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/18110794764330982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/18110794764330982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-2083381765888106943</id><published>2009-03-15T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:27:19.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On this episode of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished Zuin's fancy photo album.&lt;br /&gt;Yg's dad is well though warded.&lt;br /&gt;Fiq's birthday is 2 days from now.&lt;br /&gt;I have stupid BFH (Butt Fucking Hebrew) class tomorrow. Basic Food Hygiene actually.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that idiot who is a year older than me and living in my house and in my room.&lt;br /&gt;I think im going to buy Fad's camera.&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking of dyeing my hair blonde again. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-2083381765888106943?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2083381765888106943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2083381765888106943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-this-episode-of-my-life-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-8909725166928772989</id><published>2009-03-13T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:40:52.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh God honey's dad admitted to hospital again today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-8909725166928772989?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8909725166928772989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8909725166928772989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-god-honeys-dad-admitted-to-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-7820844463675672293</id><published>2009-03-12T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:20:29.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me, Fiqo, Fad, Areff and the 2 Nurul Ains went to the IT fair just now. Its only a weekday eh and its totally jam packed la. I wanted to bring yg there this saturday. I know he would really really love all the stuff there. But he doesnt like crowds and what more on a Saturday. Confirm mati kene pijak dengan crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really am thinking now about whether i should buy the camera from fad. I need to get a decent camera someday you know. Quality pictures matters alot to me. Thats bcos quality pictures are easier to edit especially when you use the liquify tool to erase obvious babats. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally random and sort of a merepek note, i was thinking, insyallah if we're getting married, it will be the smallest wedding in the world. On my side that is. I dunno. Just thinkin random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-7820844463675672293?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7820844463675672293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7820844463675672293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-fiqo-fad-areff-and-2-nurul-ains-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-3353015377805898978</id><published>2009-03-09T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:13:59.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me had nasik ayam penyet and a new york cheesecake for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syiok gile babi. Not to mention, fat gile babi too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one. Not anyone in the world, can beat the ayam penyet sambal from banquet raffles.&lt;br /&gt;The balance of spicyness, the delishness, the oomphness (i know very cliche but its true) is just right.&lt;br /&gt;Burned my tongue, my mouth ceiling and the corner of my lips. Oompa Loompa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love food. Tasty food makes me happy. Being happy makes any food i eat, tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiqo bought me a cheesecake stick at J.point. Why did she had to go and buy it? Least of all, why did the cheesecake stick had to taste so damn sedap nak mampos.&lt;br /&gt;Im buying it tomoro. I dont care. Im buying 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-3353015377805898978?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3353015377805898978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3353015377805898978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-had-nasik-ayam-penyet-and-new-york.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-3294122986723249102</id><published>2009-03-08T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:51:09.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im having a bowl of maggi, a bowl of koko krunch and a chocolate danish for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beessttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-3294122986723249102?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3294122986723249102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3294122986723249102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-having-bowl-of-maggi-bowl-of-koko.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-3544875661594586364</id><published>2009-03-04T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:18:53.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peekapeeka.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/Sa9fw7XCOwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/LPnrYfnanhU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/Sa9fdv0XmOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/oH5IgQ80DE0/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309567450350065890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/Sa9fdTkLaoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ieUO7H9wUL4/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/Sa9fdTkLaoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ieUO7H9wUL4/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309567442765965954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/Sa9fdCSWM7I/AAAAAAAAAV4/ixZkitTlDnA/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/Sa9fdCSWM7I/AAAAAAAAAV4/ixZkitTlDnA/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309567438127772594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/Sa9fc-970HI/AAAAAAAAAVw/37CMp10lE44/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/Sa9fc-970HI/AAAAAAAAAVw/37CMp10lE44/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309567437236850802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy these days.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you and me, we went out. We didnt see each other for 2 weeks. And you said it felt like a month. Awww miss me eh. Or just being matter-of-fact? Heheh. Thank you. Sometimes.. i find you.. kind of.. hot. Shivers! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-3544875661594586364?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3544875661594586364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3544875661594586364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/peekapeeka.html' title='Peekapeeka.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/Sa9fw7XCOwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/LPnrYfnanhU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-1761497951752273845</id><published>2009-03-03T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:03:55.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIH4Nmll5is&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIH4Nmll5is&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. KELAKAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi melin. I take your video put here ar. Credits to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin did a video for one of her assignments. Best pe dapat buat bende gini.&lt;br /&gt;Go rate her video. Affects her grades she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. KELAKAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-1761497951752273845?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1761497951752273845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1761497951752273845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-1728354723227773430</id><published>2009-02-28T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:04:54.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel disturbed.</title><content type='html'>I had a great time at Zuin's. Congratulations again darling and Happy 22nd Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And a great time at the salon with supleh and watipu. Thank you so much guys for contributing and coming down to make the her look like a princess. Much thanks to supleh for the cupcakes arrangements, and i shall upload pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that i hear other people commenting that i look very nice in this or that but never from the one i expected from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need to learn that sometimes this four words: You Look Nice Today, can really make a girl's day. But mean it of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days i'd take hours and hours to dress up and make-up and try to look different than any other days and try (my very best) to feel pretty and boost up that self-esteem up high, but i still dont get any compliments. I used to cry on those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why. Is it so hard to compliment? Am i really that ugly and fat that i cant look nice in anything? Am i always this ugly? Do i look horrifyingly ugly to you? Do i resemble a pig? Does a pig look better than i do? Does my double chin trouble you in any way? Is my eyeshadow too wayang pekji for you? Is my hair too black? Do i look like Aretha Franklin? Are my stretch marks intimidating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard theres such a thing called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-1728354723227773430?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1728354723227773430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1728354723227773430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/02/feel-disturbed.html' title='Feel disturbed.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-5763049541590588232</id><published>2009-02-27T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:55:19.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Boring.</title><content type='html'>On this episode of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.29AM now and i have to sleep and wake up at 8 to get ready to go to Supleh's house, do her make-up and bounce off to grab the cupcakes and cab all the way to Zuween's. I am extremely sexcited for tomorrow and for Zuween's day. This is the 3rd attempt or so, to be someone's so-called unprofessional mak andam and im super honoured yet nervous too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the gift we're making for Zuween is not ready yet bcos of me and supleh's busy and clash scheds. But we hope to give it to her by next week at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from work now and did closing with shadiq, fad and fiq. Yul and Areff stayed for awhile and Ril and Amin oso dropped by for awhile. Fad treat us (again! omg. So paisey) dinner and i ate my fish dumpling noodles like a PBG (Perangai Budak Gemok).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im begining to revolve my life around work, which was what i did back in cfbean. Nothing else to look foward to except for work. Once Zuween's day is done, i dont know what else to get excited about. I dont have much friends to go out with, and i'd rather it stays that way bcos its just less hassle, less arguments and lesser misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty content with whats going on in my life right now. My yg, family and my beloved partners. Thats all. Makes my life easier and stress-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent meet yg in the longest time. And i miss him alot. Yes i do. All the time. Even when he's in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny when fiq asked me. What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; love? I'd say, if you cant commit, then you cant love. Thats just me. Dono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok im sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-5763049541590588232?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/5763049541590588232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/5763049541590588232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/02/episode-boring.html' title='Episode Boring.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6497634390029001613</id><published>2009-02-24T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:41:30.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didnt know hugh jackman could sing. I mean. Really sing.&lt;br /&gt;He's already hot like hell.&lt;br /&gt;Like the day he decided to become wolverine i was already salivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three hours to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll be going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and ibu cooked sup tulang today. Well... i love my mom's cooking. Her tulang is... not... bad lah. But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry ibu. Zaki's mom still cooks the best tulang ive ever tasted in my entire life. Its like damn spicy, not too malay spicy, not too indianish tulang, its red, its damn hot till the corner of your lips kinda burn abit. But they're amazing. And its zaki's favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time i called him and ask.. what you doing. He said eating tulang. Then i went oh ok. Then he said, i think this is the tenth one i ate in a row and i think im going to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. He is obsessed with tulangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you honey! Good night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6497634390029001613?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6497634390029001613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6497634390029001613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-didnt-know-hugh-jackman-could-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6367215250574577546</id><published>2009-02-21T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:18:16.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiotic Bongok Bimbo MalaKeh Pokemoh.</title><content type='html'>You know whats disgusting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have nothing else to talk about except about GUYS and DRINKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a position where you'd go: "Oh shit si dek tu. Argh aku malas siak nak layan die. Alamaaakk... die datang sini plak..die nampak aku! Shit!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the person comes up to you and goes: 'Hey!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe a 'How are you'. Or 'How's work'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly launches off to a tirade of scandal/fling/hangover stories that totally throws you off. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you are smiling your fake smile, and nodding your head and acknowledging the conversation unwillingly and you feel like rolling your eyes till they pop out of your head just listening to the person babble about this certain whoever, and she shows you a video of her webcaming with that guy on msn and how cute that guy is, and that guy calls her gorgeous or cute, and she giggles irritatingly about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she talks about another guy. And how secure that guy is, with a career and a future, but the guy isnt that cute, and amongst it all used the word ugly on a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you use the word UGLY. God created us ALL equal. Everyone is the fucking same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;think you're pretty, just stop ok. And jangan nak berangan watermelon kat sini. There are people who are way way prettier than you and much2 humble and modest than you could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; be. And there you are yapping away like a dog with a deformed tongue like the world revolves only around you. Its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pathethic&lt;/span&gt; OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure pathethicivilizationess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, there isnt anything i can do about it. What you want me to do? Tell her off? Wah. These people i tell you ar, are way over their heads k. Guess what, i did tell her off. Not once k. Like a couple of times. But she's still there yapping her head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's fucking disgusting k. She STILL doesnt get it that i hate her. Clueless idiotic bimbo siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really disgusting k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6367215250574577546?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6367215250574577546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6367215250574577546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/02/idiotic-bongok-bimbo-malakeh-pokemoh.html' title='Idiotic Bongok Bimbo MalaKeh Pokemoh.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-2552139407522482570</id><published>2009-02-19T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:16:40.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zomg.</title><content type='html'>Siala yesterday we had the best time ever! Kite due2 ye ye oh nak buat keje. Last2 Fiqo and me bukak youtube on her mac then we watched all those old boybands that we grew up listening to. It was SO RAD BEB!&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys, NSync, Code Red, O-Town, 911, A1, 5ive!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all those poly students studying and we were with our earphones singing along to the boyband songs, we werent that noisy but i think we were kind of annoying. Nearing to closing when everyone left, we totally brought up the volume and scream our heads off to the cute guys. Siala dah mcm kat concert! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cPBX5vvXYBM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cPBX5vvXYBM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENSEM NYE DIORANG ARRRRRHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-2552139407522482570?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2552139407522482570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2552139407522482570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/02/zomg.html' title='Zomg.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-1128062636541262982</id><published>2009-02-19T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T04:26:04.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss kiss.</title><content type='html'>I will never stay angry at him for very long. And neither will he at me. Just one of the reasons i love him so. And im thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua lups sama him bebz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-1128062636541262982?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1128062636541262982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1128062636541262982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/02/kiss-kiss.html' title='Kiss kiss.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4995027223404478786</id><published>2009-02-14T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:03:15.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck vday.</title><content type='html'>Hey Vday!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah YOU im talking to you, you piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SO damn busy just now.  Our Saturdays are forever busy. But just now was like CNY or christmas kind of busy. I was SO irritated. And its only Vday you know! Everyone celebrating Vday meh! Kahniney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even go for any break. I went for 2 take 5's for a smoke and so did the others. I wasnt really that tired nor was i bothered by the incoming (non-stop hits from 5PM till 12.45AM) traffic hungry for expensive coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the customers themselves! FUCK pinoys k! They are so damn rude lah. They really are. Sure, anyone can be rude. Either they're having a bad day or they were brought up by their parents to behave like an asshole in front of other people. But pinoys are damn damn rude k. SIALA. Menguji kesabaran aku sialz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats up with them ar? Everytime they speak,  they look like they have a tree stuck in their ass. Only 1 out of  like 20 pinoys i have served were friendly. Its like, you dont expect them to be friendly back at you. They can put on a stone face for all i care. I dont mind. But they are SO rude. Especially the ladies. They'll lash at you even if you try to be damn nice to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried k. I did my part. I talk nice k. I swear. But by the end of the transaction, i always end up lashing back at them. They talk like they're CEO liddat! I try my best k not to be racist. I try eh. But sialah. You come to our country, you get jobs here, you SHUDDUP ar. Dont act big arh. So what if you manager. No excuse what to be so damn rude! Skali manager of lori tong taik eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Geram sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was enjoyable working with sham, weed, yana and shadiq. Thanks to shadiq for having the heart to stay back and help us. Sham was really on at first, but by the 3rd world war, he couldnt take it and started cursing like i did. But it was totally understoodable la. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; chaotic. He served this one pinoy after that start cursing and shouting that he's going to kill her or something. Haha! Yana and Weed helped alot too. They were really great. Zomg, thank god for great partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 4am. I have class at 8.30. Woot! Gtg sleep. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4995027223404478786?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4995027223404478786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4995027223404478786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-vday.html' title='Fuck vday.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-1962802258670089671</id><published>2009-02-13T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:09:54.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OHMAHGOURD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GAMBIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're putting Gambit in the new xmen movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SCCRRREAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SZY1Wjzw1tI/AAAAAAAAAVA/RlwMahmwL-4/s1600-h/taylor-kitsch-gambit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SZY1Wjzw1tI/AAAAAAAAAVA/RlwMahmwL-4/s400/taylor-kitsch-gambit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302484272961083090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SZY1WcI907I/AAAAAAAAAU4/h_AYP-SHdE4/s1600-h/taylor_kitsch_99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SZY1WcI907I/AAAAAAAAAU4/h_AYP-SHdE4/s400/taylor_kitsch_99.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302484270902530994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Taylor Kitsch is DAYUMM hot, he can be my Gambit anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SCCCRREAAAAMM HEEAAADD OFFFFFF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-1962802258670089671?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1962802258670089671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1962802258670089671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/02/ohmahgourd-gambit-theyre-putting-gambit.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SZY1Wjzw1tI/AAAAAAAAAVA/RlwMahmwL-4/s72-c/taylor-kitsch-gambit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-8891861024202422761</id><published>2009-02-12T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:50:21.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies...</title><content type='html'>Plagiarism. Happens all the time. You cant blame people for committing it sometimes cos they tend to get dumb and stuck about what to blog (or any other actions for that matter). But some are just incredible. They would proceed to do an exaggerateness version of what you have originally conjured. I simply dont give a shit about these attention seeking losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really no biggie to me actually. I just feel like addressing the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Movie marathon. 5 cups of tea and 4 movies later, im still on for another movie! Yeay! I started at 8pm i think. And its now 3.30 in the morning. I am so amazing. Amazingly not sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SZR7D45qPDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZSLgFS2Y2H8/s1600-h/legally_blonde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SZR7D45qPDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZSLgFS2Y2H8/s400/legally_blonde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301997968065969202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SZR7D_y-FcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/damvp2wFZ9o/s1600-h/sweet_home_alabama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SZR7D_y-FcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/damvp2wFZ9o/s400/sweet_home_alabama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301997969916958146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never realize that it was dakota fanning acting as the young reese in the sweet home alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SZR7D3X8o5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/wx1N18pGAGA/s1600-h/whoopi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SZR7D3X8o5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/wx1N18pGAGA/s400/whoopi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301997967656133522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SZR7DgtYOII/AAAAAAAAAUY/U1a5UWuTIKo/s1600-h/6305433909.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SZR7DgtYOII/AAAAAAAAAUY/U1a5UWuTIKo/s400/6305433909.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301997961572006018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Maggie Smith in both movies. I love Maggie Smith in harry potter. She is amazing. Like a calm grandmother everyone wants to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know i can just type out the movies i watched but i do have a reason why i post these movies posters here.&lt;br /&gt;You cant remember every movie youve watched right? It took me time to recall back all those really good old movies. If it wasnt for watching Robin Williams on whose line is it anyway, i would have forgotten the very very awesome movie, Mrs. Doubtfire. Still trying to find that movie online...&lt;br /&gt;So anytime i decide to flip back my blog pages, i'd see those posters then i'd be like: OhMahGawd! That movie! I must watch it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dono what to watch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i watched Little Mermaid the other day, after probably a decade, and i decided that it actually sucks. Ariel seems more like a selfish stupid spoilt brat with two clamshells for a bra than the beautiful redhead mermaid with the beautiful voice i remembered her to be. What was i thinking! I was totally trixed lah. Disney like to trix pple with their bullshit moral-valued movies. But they're colourful, so who can blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah start bebual merepek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-8891861024202422761?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8891861024202422761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8891861024202422761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/02/movies.html' title='Movies...'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SZR7D45qPDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZSLgFS2Y2H8/s72-c/legally_blonde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-7898658432653144114</id><published>2009-02-11T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:01:18.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dah 3 hari aku makan kway teow yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being reason number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Aku busy keje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mak aku tak masak nasik so aku amek the same kway teow yang dier preserve dalam esbok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Aku dont mind becos kway teow dier sedap, sihat dan kuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-7898658432653144114?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7898658432653144114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7898658432653144114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/02/dah-3-hari-aku-makan-kway-teow-yang.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4075234182145338420</id><published>2009-02-10T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:40:24.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a fight with my sister a couple of days ago. Another meaningless, stupid fight. So i decided not to go home straight yesterday after work. I took the transport home and reached at 3am. Wah. I was literally awake for 23hours. Woohoo. Not a surprise to some, but now, after 9 hours of sleep, im still tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yg, when are you going to marry me? I wanna have babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another random, but important note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiest Birthday to moi cuzwiz Melin. I'll turn 22 with you this december. What can we do at 22 eh? Practically everything oredi lah. First we waited to turn 16 to do stuff without being called underage. Then we waited for 18 to do more stuff without being handcuffed. Then we didnt really wait for 21 cos we already see the R21 movies online, but we kinda still waited cos its like the Key thingy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel old. But not that old. I just wana get married and have babies. Legal ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4075234182145338420?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4075234182145338420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4075234182145338420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-fight-with-my-sister-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-5160335940190059352</id><published>2009-02-06T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:59:12.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know i love my mom. I know that.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes she's just so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FREAKIN IRRITATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And she's not even scolding me to begin with. She would freakin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout the whole damn house. And i know if that happens, her pms is nearing.&lt;br /&gt;And when her pms is nearing, she would scold about even the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMALLEST THINGS EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i have come to a point that i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argue about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says cos whatever she says is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so i never argue anymore. I just listen and nod my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-5160335940190059352?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/5160335940190059352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/5160335940190059352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-i-love-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-5056169414309366741</id><published>2009-02-05T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:45:17.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah one week ar i nvr blog.</title><content type='html'>Its been great to know that yg's dad is feeling better and was transferred to a normal ward a few days ago. Supleh says its probably the berkat from everyone coming down the day before to see yg's dad. Supleh, arep, wan, zuwin and norman.. vribodi came.. it was really nice of them. Im also glad to see how relieved yg is now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday me and Supleh went out to seek Zuwin's engagement stuff. Siala. From 12 to 6 eh shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfRCY66fI/AAAAAAAAAQw/m6P7K5CEGns/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfRCY66fI/AAAAAAAAAQw/m6P7K5CEGns/s400/0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299574870323685874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfRIzYjpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0ptgg0ZQoBw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfRIzYjpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0ptgg0ZQoBw/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299574872045293202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfRUudoHI/AAAAAAAAARA/61pqpIeljU4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfRUudoHI/AAAAAAAAARA/61pqpIeljU4/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299574875245879410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to spotlight. The stuff there never fail to amaze me. Like, really! Everything is like SO DAMN COOL la. If i win a million dollars, the first shop i'll go to is spotlight. Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfRVc1HvI/AAAAAAAAARI/lMP1FRIRf3c/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfRVc1HvI/AAAAAAAAARI/lMP1FRIRf3c/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299574875440357106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfRZjrZ6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/2d4Rb5_VPO8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfRZjrZ6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/2d4Rb5_VPO8/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299574876542822306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look like a very nice idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went daiso. After seeing all the amazementness of spotlight, daiso is like BooooRING. BOO SAMA DIA! BOO! Then we went to this scrapbook shop i-forgot-whatsit-name-is. SO DAMN COOL LAH. Along the words of so damn cool, there's also SO DAMN EXPENSIVE LAH. Like, you can top up your ezlink with the same amount you buy the glitter pop-up stickers there. After much contemplationz, we went to art friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfjlCkjPI/AAAAAAAAARY/lx8x5K1aIcQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfjlCkjPI/AAAAAAAAARY/lx8x5K1aIcQ/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575188862831858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And made a fool of ourselves over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfjvk8OwI/AAAAAAAAARg/WtGTtPFqL00/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfjvk8OwI/AAAAAAAAARg/WtGTtPFqL00/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575191691344642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfjl84MdI/AAAAAAAAARo/rtra-S4jV9A/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfjl84MdI/AAAAAAAAARo/rtra-S4jV9A/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575189107388882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfvhT6OzI/AAAAAAAAASA/YaV_2yb1rZI/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfvhT6OzI/AAAAAAAAASA/YaV_2yb1rZI/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575394020244274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we made out with this damn hot white guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfjvCQriI/AAAAAAAAARw/kvs4lPNNKWI/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfjvCQriI/AAAAAAAAARw/kvs4lPNNKWI/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575191545884194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SEE! I didnt lie right? He IS white!&lt;br /&gt;Supleh seems to like him alot. Look at him smiling! OhMaGawwd. Hotness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TURN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfj4wK75I/AAAAAAAAAR4/nXy_5xKaC50/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfj4wK75I/AAAAAAAAAR4/nXy_5xKaC50/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575194154364818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. I think im qualified to make porn now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i have a picture of Supleh with her tongue in the white guy's mouth. But due to unforseen circumstances, i decided not to post it. Cos the pic is like hot sizzling sexiness. LOL. Hey wait, he's got a name OKAY. I cant call him white guy this white guy that. His name is.. Elton John. HAHAHAHAA. We LOVE GAYS WOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was SOOO FUCKING HUNGRY SIA. I was hallucinating about mcwings.&lt;br /&gt;So i got my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfv2150pI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jERXctOVg38/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfv2150pI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jERXctOVg38/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575399799968402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfvgTOG1I/AAAAAAAAASI/wzNr4T_wCjM/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfvgTOG1I/AAAAAAAAASI/wzNr4T_wCjM/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575393748917074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what happen! We bought this black and gold gauze or something of that sort at artfriend. And then when we were on the way home Supleh noticed something missing. I left the gauze at mcdonalds lah babi! Its not that expensive. But ARGH. But it's ok. Nasi sudah menjadi bubor. Dan bubor dah hangus. Ok shuddup nunu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the stuff we bought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfwNy5RiI/AAAAAAAAASY/tfamFTBAPSg/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfwNy5RiI/AAAAAAAAASY/tfamFTBAPSg/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575405961365026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh the black lace looks like G-string Eh?! HAHA. You know what yg said? He was taking out the black lace from our bag, then he said: "Siala. Abang ingatkan coli tadi". HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Kelakar la matair aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sneak peak on whats up our sleeve for Zuin. I wanna show more but im not sure if Zuin reads my blog. Later2 if we finish doing, i show you ALL lah ok mah cheries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfwf8HYRI/AAAAAAAAASg/zNRQYV44jVM/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfwf8HYRI/AAAAAAAAASg/zNRQYV44jVM/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575410831876370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. Did i tell you my pallette arrived? DID I? DID I NOT? Well im telling you now! SUDAH SAMPAI GENG! WOOHOO SHIOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgA7CvpEI/AAAAAAAAASo/4nVpvt7NKqA/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgA7CvpEI/AAAAAAAAASo/4nVpvt7NKqA/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575692985345090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of cos, the first chance i get to use it, i used the most obscene colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgA4U8KHI/AAAAAAAAASw/vle5ad6L49E/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgA4U8KHI/AAAAAAAAASw/vle5ad6L49E/s400/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575692256356466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NICE? NICE ANOT? I think i look like a clown. But a nice clown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgA0BwQlI/AAAAAAAAAS4/H0Ec_obzM6A/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgA0BwQlI/AAAAAAAAAS4/H0Ec_obzM6A/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575691102143058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuhwaaaahh. Feeling feeling eyeshadow NAMPAK. Emo kappe geeenggg. Woot. Well, im very happy with my pallette. Or however u spell it. I forgot if its got double L or not. Malas aku nk check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago Momo called me, and he said PLEASE MEET ME. Im going home tomoro! HAHA. I didnt know sia? So i went to meet him. I HAVE TOO. Im gonna miss him man. He went back yesterday to his homeland.. which is yogyakarta i think.. after 6 months of attachment at my previous cbtl outlet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgA_SWMCI/AAAAAAAAATA/Om2X2YJaWUU/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgA_SWMCI/AAAAAAAAATA/Om2X2YJaWUU/s400/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575694124527650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The MAN. Mogesi Hantoro. Siala, he LOVES esplanade sia. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgBBJUNII/AAAAAAAAATI/E02d18iIlGU/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgBBJUNII/AAAAAAAAATI/E02d18iIlGU/s400/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575694623519874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to meet him at guthrie after work. I was so damn tired. But i cant miss the chance to say goodbye. Then we went to eat at the kedai kopi just across the road, where we used to always buy our food. And i'd always try to buy rice for him from there cos he would go on for days without rice cos his pay is puny. Biasela.. paying agents and all. I'd always give him extra rokoks whenever i can spare. He dont smoke much so whats the point of him buying expensive spore ciggs sia. And with his pay liddat. Anyway, aside from his crazy english, he's a really nice guy. And he prays like.. on the dot! On time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guthrie guys made him a card, my pic wasnt there though cos they did it last minute.. but he said he'd print my pic himself and paste it there. HAHA. Its quite a simple card, but a really nice gesture from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgMbQSmwI/AAAAAAAAATg/VVhKNdt-Bqs/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgMbQSmwI/AAAAAAAAATg/VVhKNdt-Bqs/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575890610658050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgMWbUuVI/AAAAAAAAATo/NQRawKE9OWI/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgMWbUuVI/AAAAAAAAATo/NQRawKE9OWI/s400/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575889314756946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgMRsoh9I/AAAAAAAAATw/aRA7_wfOKkg/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgMRsoh9I/AAAAAAAAATw/aRA7_wfOKkg/s400/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575888045180882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He seem to really like it... heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgMZDIg1I/AAAAAAAAATY/HLNxgZUJ7kU/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgMZDIg1I/AAAAAAAAATY/HLNxgZUJ7kU/s400/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575890018599762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgMDhRFSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/tw1KRobAw7o/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgMDhRFSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/tw1KRobAw7o/s400/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575884239410466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgRs9M4dI/AAAAAAAAAT4/rs_vEbM5nmI/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvgRs9M4dI/AAAAAAAAAT4/rs_vEbM5nmI/s400/25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575981261775314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With asmah and shimzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months seems so fast now when i think about it. When he first came, and he cant speak a damn word from the english dictionary. Now he's much better. But he told me now his indo oso cock up. He speaks more malay than indo hahaa. Raya he came to my house and cook nasik goreng and stuff. I have the pictures but bcos my comp broke down my pics all disspeared so i told him i couldnt print out those pictures. But he said its ok. Yeap, gonna miss him. And yes. I miss cbtl like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a beanie, always a beanie at heart. That, i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! NAK SIAP. Pi jumpe aku per LUPS of my LIFEZ. Slamat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-5056169414309366741?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/5056169414309366741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/5056169414309366741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/02/wah-one-week-ar-i-nvr-blog.html' title='Wah one week ar i nvr blog.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYvfRCY66fI/AAAAAAAAAQw/m6P7K5CEGns/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-7163255678362413046</id><published>2009-01-30T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:03:22.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yg's father was admitted to the hospital today. Yg called me at 6 in the morning, on my way to work, informing me he was in the ambulance sending his father to the hosp. I was shocked. Then i got really scared. After work today i came to see his dad. I thought when yg said that there were tubes, and that his dad is depending on a machine to breathe, i imagined it as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; tube and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; machine. I cant get anymore dumber seriously. I came and there was like this huge oxygen mask, and there were alot of wires and tubes that i dont know which goes where, and theres like a couple of machines around him and a monitor. It was scary. At first i just stood there, and i didnt know how to react. I just got scared, i was staring at the monitor with the numbers.. i think its a heartbeat thing. And then his dad woke up and he saw me, and i salam him. And then i cried like crap. Yg and his sister are staying a night there. I hope his dad gets better, insyallah. I feel for yg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-7163255678362413046?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7163255678362413046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7163255678362413046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/01/ygs-father-was-admitted-to-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-777944705824343435</id><published>2009-01-29T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:51:47.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebay rapist.</title><content type='html'>When i say shop, its not about wants. Its about needs.&lt;br /&gt;That includes soap, shampoo, conditioner, deoderente and monthly contact lenzeh. My mum buys the suckiest shampoos in the world. She would claim the shampoo she bought is really really good. On &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her hair&lt;/span&gt; that is. I dont think she ever dye, bleach, rebonded, curled, dye again, ironed, bleach and dye, her hair before. We're talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my hair&lt;/span&gt; here. We're talking about wheat grass and rafia strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this lovehate relationship with ebay. I love it, cos theres alot of stuff you cant get in spore (literally) and ebay has got it all. I hate it bcos i wasnt suppose to buy anything on the Wants List. But i did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYHqcFTdG3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/kXtwgokug2I/s1600-h/140f_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYHqcFTdG3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/kXtwgokug2I/s400/140f_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296772404945427314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! Im sorry! I really am! But how could this not be inviting and hypnotizing to splurge on! And its damn affordable! It really is! Or am i just assuring myself! Well guess what! It has 2 more palettes just like this with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; colours and they have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shimmer&lt;/span&gt; version! And i almost bought them too, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah yg's sister totally read my mind. I was going to buy the covergirl mascara online, but she's got an extra unused avon mascara so she gave it to me. Sah-Weet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched I Am Sam yesterday, well just cos i loove Dakota Fanning in it. Adorable. She's not so adorable now.. 14 year olds are hardly adorable. And then this morning i watched Transamerica. I always wanted to watch it, the trailer was awesome. Well, its was ok i guess. But the ending is kinda wack. Son makes gay porn movies, dad is a tranny, mom killed herself, stepdad is a rapist.. who made the son gay.. so wtf. Pretty messed up movie if you ask me. But hey we get to see Felicity Huffman Naaayyykkeeddd. Kinda gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2am now. And im suppose to wake up at 4.30. Boo-YAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-777944705824343435?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/777944705824343435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/777944705824343435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/01/ebay-rapist.html' title='Ebay rapist.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SYHqcFTdG3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/kXtwgokug2I/s72-c/140f_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-8516690207073469588</id><published>2009-01-27T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:21:07.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise that people will always look down on my job. They'll gawk and shake their heads like its a sorry thing to have such a job. They'll say things like "Are you gonna stir coffee for the rest of your life?"&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what.&lt;br /&gt;YES I FUCKING AM. YOU HAVE A FUCKING PROBLEM WITH THAT? FUCK YOU THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING RUIN MY DAY. And im suppose to FUCKING SHOP TODAY. Now no FUCKING MOOD. FUCK CHEEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-8516690207073469588?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8516690207073469588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/8516690207073469588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-realise-that-people-will-always-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-562369606780250488</id><published>2009-01-25T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:09:47.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pening.</title><content type='html'>Shit. I have this song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonforce, Through Fire and Flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the solo part. Macam jabbing. And its jabbing in my head right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO i DONT LIKE IT. PENING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-562369606780250488?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/562369606780250488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/562369606780250488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/01/pening.html' title='Pening.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-1656002558310807974</id><published>2009-01-24T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:55:09.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im not in a good mood today. I dont know why. I just feel like crying. For no particular reason but for some particular reason. I hope its the period thing. I feel depressed. I feel like i fail in alot of things. I cant shop. My pay is so small. I cant sing like i used to. Theres alot of people out there that draws better than me. I feel so fat. I feel ugly. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; fat. I have shit for hair. My eyes blur fast when i wear contacts. I look like shit without make-up. I cant even afford the eyeshadow palette i wanted. Let alone a laptop. I want a laptop. But i cant afford it. Bcos i need to save. I need to help mum. I feel pressured. I let people step on my head at work. I dont know why. I just feel pressured. I think yg doesnt like me being fat. I dont have money to buy new clothes. I have a FUCKING skin disease. I lost alot of my friends. Bcos they either suck or they just too busy to hang out with me. Or too busy meeting different sorts of guys. Or just too busy being obnoxious. They can fuck off. FUCK OFF. Fuck you. I am so pathethic. And i dont know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-1656002558310807974?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1656002558310807974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/1656002558310807974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-in-good-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-6743898726111487413</id><published>2009-01-23T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:53:20.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser.</title><content type='html'>Work is ok these couple o' days. Today closing with fiqo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning up the pastry case when i heard someone like half-whisper... "nunu.... nunu.."&lt;br /&gt;I looked around for the voice, then i saw a guy and a girl by the door entrance, and the girl waved at me. I had to triple take sia, fuck my contact lense lah so blurry.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tengok pe tengok.. eh ni budak starbucks ke. Sape ni diorang ni.. aku kenal ke? Eh SIAPE sia ni lambai pat aku?&lt;br /&gt;Then i took one step closer and screamed (kinda): OH MY GOD!! OOHH MYYY GOD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I was fucking suprised lah! Like hardcored surprised!&lt;br /&gt;It was shimzy and sunnyboy! HAHA! I missed them SOOOO much! I quickly hugged shimzy then told i'll be right back with them ar, cos im in the middle of closing. Then Fiqo said "Siala kau cakap oh my god mcm ade orang mati depan kau sia!" HAHAHAHAHAAA.&lt;br /&gt;Then Boss came out of the backroom and say "ASAL NI ASAL NI?" Then he saw my friends.. "Yak ALLAH aku ingatkan APE TADI" Haha. That bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get to talk much with them, cos alot of closing stuff to do. But it was really really nice seeing them. No they didnt came to see me or anything. Shimzy said they were like around there, then she said she saw someone who look like me inside the store. Then it was me! So she came to say hi. Sunnyboy was from closing, still wearing cbtl polo T. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIYAH. I MISS CBTL SIA. HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, actually Boss isnt that bad. He's actually ok. Im not trying to big-talk but its true, thats bcos i have had 100 times worse managers working with me before. Like damn damn dammit worse ones. That i could cry about. Maybe its just that, or im probably immune to such behaviour, its just pennies to me. Or maybe its to early to say. Nyeh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month i cant shop. Not even enough for my necess. Actually i cant shop ever. HAHA. My pay is that puny. Pay has arrived, but bcos i bought yg's birthday gift, this month i couldnt save up anything.&lt;br /&gt;ITS OK NUNU. Next month can save K. Yeap. I hope so. I actually pathethically feel sorry for myself that i cant even buy a mascara this month, and im eyeing that eyeshadow pallette at JP innuovi or however u spell it lah eh.&lt;br /&gt;And thats the only thing i wanted this month! A MASCARA! Can somebody out there buy me a mascara? I know i can buy silky girl cheap2 one. But i want volumic, and any volumic ones are duh-ly more than $20. That i know of lah.&lt;br /&gt;And the eyeshadow palette lah, but its not important of course, and its something i'll have to save for slowly.&lt;br /&gt;And dont talk about a laptop lah. I can cry just thinking when the fuck i can get one. NO i dowant to hutang courts which i know i actually can. But i cannot imagine myself paying for something that would eventually PIAK within 2 years and still paying it for 4 years. WTF. NO NO thats not NUNU.&lt;br /&gt;NO HUTANGS. Hidop SELAMAT OK GENGS.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do a sideline job. But i dono what! My shifts are unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;OH I KNOW. Buat kan homework budak la salle. HAHA. I used to do that.&lt;br /&gt;ANYBODY KNOWS an art student that needs help in their work let me know. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;Its ok i wont tell anybody. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially dont agree when someone claims that the work is theirs, but it is actually not lah. Can you imagine, taking a friend's portfolio, then you use it to apply yourself to the school, and you got it? Alongside self-claiming that they wanted to put you in second year after seeing said portfolio, but you modestly turn down and accepted to go for your first year foundation? But the fact is, you cant draw FOR FUCK? True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once did a cd cover, and bcos i didnt have much time, i used someone else's design and i manipulate it and change it here and there, but i definitely didnt feel good AT ALL about it. And true enough i got a C. Hell la, even if i got an A oso i feel crappy sia. Its someone else work what. How can you gloat with someone else's art piece. FREAKO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually meant to blog a little. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ. I am a failure in life. Thats what i am. No doubt. If only. If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. Too late now. I can only give out my best in what im doing now, somehow someway, i could excel in that line. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im very envious OK people who are schooling. I wanna go to school too! Like a full time school. Not fucking part time. But nope i cant. Must help mum, must help myself. Must help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIYA FUCK LIFE LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im hungry. AND THIRSTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. Must remind myself to go to the doctor next mth to pick some pills bcos i have this SHIT skin disease, and i dono whats it called but the doctor said its FUNGI. FUNGI EH. And its ALOT OK! Once it went up to my neck, and i think it almost reaches my face. Its like, a leapord having rashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK WHATEVER. Now 5am in the morning oredi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE ARH! NO LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-6743898726111487413?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6743898726111487413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/6743898726111487413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/01/loser.html' title='Loser.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-2629213059651989281</id><published>2009-01-19T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:48:05.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mampuus.</title><content type='html'>Do you know what time isit NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 1.47AM. Yes, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know what time am i suppose to wake up for work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30AM. YEEAAAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what i bought mah cherie for his birthday just NOOWWW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Im not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Squire Telecaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BETTER GO SLEEP SIAAKSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK all the Fuckers who thinks hanging a DSLR/Semi DSLR/Something that looks like DSLR/Hugeass Cameras, around their neck and pretending to be interested in photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-2629213059651989281?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2629213059651989281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2629213059651989281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/01/mampuus.html' title='Mampuus.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-2184816373263633767</id><published>2009-01-18T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:17:05.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm.. wild rocket...</title><content type='html'>I get to catch up on a couple of old movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOShqIvJxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/p343MtOt4f4/s1600-h/51S1Z45G7YL._SL500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOShqIvJxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/p343MtOt4f4/s400/51S1Z45G7YL._SL500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292735094034736914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life-Size isnt that good. But i love tyra. And she plays an idiot perfect dumb blonde in this movie. And the story is cute whaat. Normal chick flicks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOUg716ZPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gWGrctJ8M_E/s1600-h/Pretty_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOUg716ZPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gWGrctJ8M_E/s400/Pretty_woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292737280631006450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This movie is one of the best old skool movies. Richard Gere hensem gile EH. Like.. so suave in this movie. I read in wiki, the script was rejected by alot of famous actresses, mostly saying they didnt want to play a 'dirty' role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOShuhkwBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UOX-xhKkCrk/s1600-h/big_extended_edition_tom_hanks_dvd__large_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOShuhkwBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UOX-xhKkCrk/s400/big_extended_edition_tom_hanks_dvd__large_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292735095212654610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didnt get to watch it whole, but gonna download it soon. But i LOVE this movie. I saw it once as a kid, and i thought it was just brilliant. Tom Hanks is brilliant. I cried like shit watching Forrest Gump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOUgnSrnHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9cCrUw4UKjU/s1600-h/monkey_trouble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOUgnSrnHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9cCrUw4UKjU/s400/monkey_trouble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292737275114527858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. My ALL-TIME favourite movie as a kid. I think we use to have this movie on tape, and i watched it alot of times. The storyline is simple but its just cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. After 4 straight days of closing, im finally having my off tomoro and meeting him, mah cherie. Wahaah. Want to know what i had for supper????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOShhNMcFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/xCjB1TOYsa4/s1600-h/DSC01415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOShhNMcFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/xCjB1TOYsa4/s400/DSC01415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292735091637514322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOShAZBbDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/3xo-j3dXito/s1600-h/DSC01419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOShAZBbDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/3xo-j3dXito/s400/DSC01419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292735082828753970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmm. Sedap GileeerrrrrSs. I should have taken a picture of it when i toast it and all the cheese and mozzarella is melting crazyass. But of course any pig wouldnt think of taking a picture when you're hungry. Italian bagel. Its cheese bagel with mozarella, parmesan, roasted tomatoes, herbs and wild rocket. YUUUMM. Whats so yummy about it is that its vegan food, but it tastes like theres chicken/beef/dono what/meat in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you invest $6.90 on such amazing deliciousness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Promote starbucks eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah so, i was eating my supper and i was thinking about mah cherie. And think and think and think. Then suddenly a popping sensation bursts from the insides of my chest, beneath my boobs, straight from the depths of my beating heart...... i think its called love. HAHA. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I was just thinking how sweet he has been, so i send him a mushy message, which i dont he would actually like to read. HAHA. He hates mushy stuff. He rarely acknowledges my ourbursts of manje2 scrappy doo.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i'd rather have little manje going on, than have my boyfriend stick his nose under the canals of my armpit. Like some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway just taaalkiinnggg. Wahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH AKU SUKE VIDEO NI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ol_75jFEpck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ol_75jFEpck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma go watch mooovie y'aallll. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOShTfrvtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/I_zD83H4As8/s1600-h/DSC01413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOShTfrvtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/I_zD83H4As8/s400/DSC01413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292735087956967122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku boring letak inai mepek kat tangan. It actually looks like orange marker. WAHA. Weeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-2184816373263633767?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2184816373263633767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/2184816373263633767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/01/mmmm-wild-rocket.html' title='Mmmm.. wild rocket...'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNrJY1ZBWBI/SXOShqIvJxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/p343MtOt4f4/s72-c/51S1Z45G7YL._SL500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-7970830999469219606</id><published>2009-01-13T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:01:02.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelokek.</title><content type='html'>I was helping my mom out the kitchen and we were having a conversation about money. And how some of our family relatives are fookin selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not talking about my mom side. My mom side? Hah! How ever weird or cranky or bitchy their attitude is, selfishness is never practiced. If someone needs help, no problemo! There has been alot of financial help between each other throughout the years. Even if you dont need help, they still give you money! To the ones that arent so financially fortunate especially. Or even the ones who were, when they are down, others did help. I feel proud of my mom's side, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my dad's side. Is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day that i was applying for school, and we have no money. And we didnt want to borow from my aunt on my mother side, cos i think someone else was borowing from her, and we didnt want to weigh her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my dad's younger sister's husband.. his adik ipah lah, just received retirement money or someting. And, he was a police officer. Like those high ranks one? So u must have guessed, YEAH he got a shitload of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad had to BEG to borrow. And you know what my uncle said? He said, he cant loan it to my dad cos he needs the money for his kids' university or something.&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin pissed me off lah! Firstly yeah he's got a few kids, but all of them were already working except for ONE who's still finishing secondary school. WTF kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The money i was going to borrow was like probably... 1% of his wealth, maybe lesser! Cos his wife, my dad's sister, passed away a year before or something. She worked her ass, my uncle worked his ass, both have retirement money, received shitloads of cpf money, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; worked her ass after retirement, insurance money... you name it, they were practically king and queen of england.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my dad, forget it, dont need to beg from a selfish idiot. I wont go to school. I'll just fuckin work. So yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its not nice talking about the dead, but i just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to say this. Once when my aunt, before she passed away, received her cpf money i think. 17K. 17K okay? Do you know how much she gave my dad? Her most eldest brother? 20 freako dollars eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh SIALA, 20 dollars mcm duit raya budak2 skarang SIAK. 20 bucks? I buy one ciggarette, top up my ezlink OSO FINISH SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well dont give right? My dad and mum laugh it off though. They said they were thankful, but they also said, might as well they never recieve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathethic right. My mom's side, paling sikit diorang kasi $50 LAH! And even then thats not the average my mom always get. $100 - $200 usually. Ini $20?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siala, taik gigi rabbit pon tk sampai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh besok keje MALAS SIAK. WOOO WEEEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-7970830999469219606?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7970830999469219606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/7970830999469219606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/01/pelokek.html' title='Pelokek.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-4771613125364330054</id><published>2009-01-10T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:43:09.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to people like fiq, work wasnt so much tiring just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im on off tomoro, but i dont know where to go. I decided to do a new drawing on the mansion all over again, so i tot i'd go to OF and do it there.. dono yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been ok and theres alot of things on my mind right now. Mostly whats to come in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him alot and the last time he said he loves me seems so long time ago. I wish he'd say it. Say it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; mean it of course. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him to death, and if only he could see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-4771613125364330054?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4771613125364330054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/4771613125364330054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-to-people-like-fiq-work-wasnt-so.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843396990000455560.post-3504614041762671355</id><published>2009-01-09T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:15:01.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BINGIT GILE BABI EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tau? Aku nye A4 size black binder file yang ade aku nye terbestest drawings in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILANG LAH SIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEPALA BABI ANJING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BINGIT. Lagi2 ngn si dek tu. DIE INGAT DIE CAKAP SORRY TEROS AKU DAH OK PE. BUTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually OK arh, i have soft copies of all of the drawings. TAPI AARGGGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAPI CUMA SATU JE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one i drew the mansion in PEN. SIALA I WANT TO CRY SIA. I FUCKING LOVE THAT DRAWING. Even if its being drawn 3/4 way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT. I WOULD JUST HAVE TO DRAW IT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE THE FLYING FUCK IS THAT FILE EH?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINAYAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843396990000455560-3504614041762671355?l=nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3504614041762671355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843396990000455560/posts/default/3504614041762671355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nora-owie-pahzowie.blogspot.com/2009/01/siala.html' title=''/><author><name>Nunu Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047960089108127329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
