<?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-28124432</id><updated>2011-09-29T00:40:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is norimah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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>383</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-6599986181142103068</id><published>2011-07-26T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T17:25:59.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate work.</title><content type='html'>i hate bb. i hate everything that is there. i hate all that is bb. I HATE BB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-6599986181142103068?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/6599986181142103068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=6599986181142103068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6599986181142103068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6599986181142103068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-hate-work.html' title='i hate work.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-133721349257073969</id><published>2011-07-10T10:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T10:30:56.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional wreck.</title><content type='html'>a promotion doesn't mean its a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got cheated. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so gullible??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have just get my ass out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-133721349257073969?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/133721349257073969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=133721349257073969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/133721349257073969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/133721349257073969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2011/07/emotional-wreck.html' title='emotional wreck.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-700157364297325562</id><published>2010-12-31T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:10:04.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh. another new year. another year getting older.</title><content type='html'>its the last day of 2010. time fly very fast. (notice i always say that. but its true isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways alot of things happened. the good. the bad. the nice. the touching. the complicated. heh. but all of those things had made me a stronger person. a better person i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the only thing i regret is not getting to punch those bitches faces. those very bitches who attacked me at facebook. haiz. what a waste. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is it. in 16 more days i'm getting older. again. heh. ok happy new year people. hope u had a blast 2010 and wonderful 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-700157364297325562?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/700157364297325562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=700157364297325562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/700157364297325562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/700157364297325562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2010/12/huh-another-new-year-another-year.html' title='huh. another new year. another year getting older.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1566509147358417781</id><published>2010-11-19T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T19:02:06.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mundane update.</title><content type='html'>whatever happened to september and october?! time obviously did not wait for me. tsk. and in about a month's time i'll be another year older. haiz. damn fast. and everybody my age is talkingabout boifrens and marriage. stress mode alert! tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me update some things in my life: work sucks. eventhough all the annoying staff are no longer around, work still sucks. and talking about annoying staff. a bloody makcik attacked me at facebook last month. all i can say is she is a bloody childish old woman who ought to just stay at home so that she won't make other people's life difficult. better still, go stay under her husband's kain and don't ever come out.tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i'm going for another holiday yet again. 10 dec is all set. hehe. time to relax yo!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then mak buyong is popping soon. can't wait! but i want to take a pic with her tummy laa! must find time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i pick up a new hobby. cross stitch! haha. it is cool u know. hehe. and i can't wait for my project to finish.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats all. oh last last. why is it so difficult to accept it? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1566509147358417781?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1566509147358417781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1566509147358417781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1566509147358417781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1566509147358417781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2010/11/mundane-update.html' title='mundane update.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-6627065484255781470</id><published>2010-08-26T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:59:44.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiya.. why so fast??!!</title><content type='html'>without me realising it, august is already coming to an end. soon september comes and so is hari raya. haiz. so bloody fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my heart is still in phuket. i don't think its coming back here. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is getting suckier by the day. mummy is shoo-ing me away telling me to find another job. soon okay mummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been thinking alot about my friends. i miss them bloody much. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm depressed. time doesn't seem to want to slow down. and i'm getting older. HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-6627065484255781470?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/6627065484255781470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=6627065484255781470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6627065484255781470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6627065484255781470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2010/08/aiya-why-so-fast.html' title='aiya.. why so fast??!!'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1423933913862410228</id><published>2010-07-29T18:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T18:43:44.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it time already??</title><content type='html'>i think i left my heart in phuket. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sick right now. sore throat and cough. last monday i had a slight fever. lucky my appetite still around. in fact its super good. i eat like i'm super healthy. -_- i don't know weather i should take mc or not. i hate the fact that if i go see the doctor, i have to eat medicines. i hate medicines and i hate doctors. pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have yet to clean out my luggage. haha. mum is making super alot of noise over it. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna go drool over super junior for awhile before i start to overcome my laziness in clearing out that damn luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1423933913862410228?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1423933913862410228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1423933913862410228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1423933913862410228'/><link rel='self' 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many readership in library. some more i was on afternoon shift most of the time thanks to mummy for not wanting to work noon shift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i've been to phuket and back! and that place is very nice and relaxing, eventhough some of the places is still in ruins due to the tsunami in 2004. how i wish i could stay there longer. but i forgot to pack my bantal bushuk. so i reluctantly come back home. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i came back to work, everything is changed. i find it so annoying, i feel like quitting already. bloody asstard company. this cannot that cannot, might as well hire robots instead. and the makciks, they just can't seem to shut their mouths. the more people ask them to keep quiet, the more they talk. asstards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think they need to use more of their ears instead of their mouth. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess thats all. i shall write again when i am free. its random i know. i just feel like typing, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-5204277010343299634?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/5204277010343299634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=5204277010343299634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5204277010343299634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5204277010343299634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2010/07/gone-and-back.html' title='gone and back.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-6108164569088870509</id><published>2010-05-16T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:04:42.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will the novelty last long??</title><content type='html'>haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have used my heart to think. whatever happened to my own rules of using my head only??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm totally confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm always so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-6108164569088870509?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/6108164569088870509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=6108164569088870509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6108164569088870509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6108164569088870509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2010/05/will-novelty-last-long.html' title='will the novelty last long??'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-129800683216007220</id><published>2010-05-01T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:57:31.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st time for everything.</title><content type='html'>there goes april.... now  its may... bloody fast time flies by... huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been emo for most of april hence the hiatus. alot of things happened that disturbed me emotionally. and i don't really know what to do about all these things. actually no. i could do some punching on the face of a certain slut. that would cheer me up a great deal. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. tonite will be Expertise's appreciation dinner. and the theme is retro nite. and i am going to wear a polka dot dress. yes me in a bloody damn dress. and dila is going to come over my place to make me up. yes me in a bloody makeup. and tonite i shall be the paparazzi, taking pictures with my new sony ericsson satio 12.1 megapixel camera. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i don't know if this month will be able to cheer me up or not but i am definitely going to continue to emo, until everything is solved. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-129800683216007220?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-3074600531963130621</id><published>2010-03-03T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T01:56:21.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless night.</title><content type='html'>suddenly, everyone wants to go holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i don't feel like working anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel like beating people up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly people have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i can't quit my job cos i need money to go holidays and am lazy to find another job. and i shall not comment further on the others. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update my KL trip when i'm not lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-3074600531963130621?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/3074600531963130621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=3074600531963130621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3074600531963130621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3074600531963130621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2010/03/sleepless-night.html' title='sleepless night.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-3800715350277551082</id><published>2010-02-13T20:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:49:03.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can all the annoying people please get the hell off my ass??!!</title><content type='html'>okay so its been like what, 3 weeks since abang mas suryadi became kak su's husband? yea time goes by VERY fast indeed. so here's the couple in the baju i like best. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/S3aZD-KrJdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/X49EcolQ1MQ/s1600-h/DSCF4509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/S3aZD-KrJdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/X49EcolQ1MQ/s320/DSCF4509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437701893602878930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will be uploaded to my multiply when i'm not lazy. alternatively u can go to Rasyid's or my sis blog or our facebook. YES me and sis like FINALLY have a facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay next. whats up with people who OWE ME MONEY scared to meet me face to face?? do i look like a loanshark??? i was so pissed off when this annoying moron turned his back the moment he saw me. oh he OWE ME 100 bucks by the way. i was like WTF??!! fucking toot idiotic bloody asshole!! just what the hell is wrong in just come up and say hi to me and tell me that you can't pay me back at the moment?? i won't cut off ur pinkie or gorge your eyeball or cut off your manhood you know!! instead of being a gentleman, you acted like a coward. oh yes i saw you alright. don't think i was blind at that moment. moron. haiz. damn disappointed. and thanks for spoiling my day. AND YOU STILL OWE ME THAT 100 BUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his slutty girlfriend is no better. whats up with her telling people that i'm dead?? and whats up with her telling people that i have changed?? well fucking slut, i'm sorry to disappoint you. I AM STILL ALIVE AND I HAVE NOT CHANGED. well except for my hairstyle. but anyways, can you PLEASE look at the mirror before you say anything about other people?? don't you think you are the most good looking woman in the world. well sorry to say, to me, you look like a slutty witch. with all that poses, i think you are better off being a pornstar. huh. and please. YOU are the one that has changed. not me. huh. and oh, please tell your bloody coward boyfriend to clean up the mess that he has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that nyonya mondok is pissing me off practically everyday. i think menopause is around the corner for her. annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another kambing is irritating the shit out of me. i regret doing what i did back then. eesh. now i have to bear the consequences. that is, entertaining weird annoying kambings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby brother has left for good. sadded. i miss him so much laa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea these past few weeks annoying people have been popping out of nowhere and making my wrinkles pop out prematurely. oh whatever that means. and due to all that excessive anger, i ate alot. mostly on macD and KFC. and now i am officially overweight. next month diet ar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm seriously thinking of joining that someone to become a sadist. kill all these annoying people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh!!! i cant wait for the 26th!!!! so exciting!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm tired i need to sleep. i'm missing alot of people but i just cant seem to find  the time. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-3800715350277551082?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/3800715350277551082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=3800715350277551082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3800715350277551082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3800715350277551082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-all-annoying-people-please-get-hell.html' title='can all the annoying people please get the hell off my ass??!!'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/S3aZD-KrJdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/X49EcolQ1MQ/s72-c/DSCF4509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-2697368993023683540</id><published>2010-01-24T15:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:21:33.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates of my life.</title><content type='html'>holaaaaa...!!! i'm still alive, in case u guys are wondering. i have just been lazy to blog, because i've been busy working and sorting out my emotions. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways major events have come and pass. let me brief u on these events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year eve/day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my new year eve with dila at amk fountain. we were lazy to mix with the crowds to watch the fireworks. so we went to NTUC to buy to buy junk food, party poppers and fire crackers. we had a hard time looking for the fire crackers lor!!! we walked around amk central but couldn't find them. and guess where we found them??? at the mama shop at block 305. thank god for the mama shop!! and we are 2 happy, satisfied girls. and then we sat near the fountain and talk about everything under the starless sky. we laughed like nobody's business and stuff our faces with junk food. and when the clock strikes midnight, we pop our poppers and light our fire crackers. so much fun!!! but our fun ended when the morons came at about 1am. and our fun stop abruptly. pft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/S1wA-UttUvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/um58isdiHdk/s1600-h/31122009096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/S1wA-UttUvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/um58isdiHdk/s320/31122009096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430216321414288114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed at the void deck till light came. and then i went home, bathed, helped my mum with her kuih, changed and left the house for work. yep i didn't sleep since 5 am on that thursday. i start work at 1pm and end at 7pm and reached home about 8.30 cos my stalker refused to let me go. i shall not talk about it cos its just pointless complaining when u are popular with the makcik makciks. huh. oh how did i survive 6 hours at work without sleep u ask?? 2 cans of redbull and the refusal to take a rest even for 5 minutes is the secret. i kept myself busy walking around and dancing around and singing to all the songs that i know on the radio. haha. when i reached home i collapse on the bed straightaway. mind u, the next day is still a working day. and oh did i mentioned i have been working since boxing day without off till the 8th of january. 13 days straight!!! record breaker man!!! just 3 words for these event: happy but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up is my birthday. tricia darl was the 1st one who gave me a present. she gave me a dinner and dessert treat on the 14th with her tips money. haha. and i simply love my ice cream laaa!!! haha!! thanks babe!! then on the 15th, a team leader and a library officer surprised me with a cake and a present just as i was packing to knock off from work. and mama yati surprised me with her prezzie too!! i was so touched that i cried. thank you dya and wati!!! and when i brought home the cake, my sis thought that i was so pathetic as to buy my own cake to cut for my birthday. -_-. my sis the bimbo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/S1wZwV9FLLI/AAAAAAAAAnE/n4NpGCGsT-A/s1600-h/Image106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/S1wZwV9FLLI/AAAAAAAAAnE/n4NpGCGsT-A/s320/Image106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430243569019727026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chocolate ice cream which tricia said look like a pair of boobs. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/S1wbY4VXOkI/AAAAAAAAAnM/1MzXuEc6Vzo/s1600-h/15012010276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/S1wbY4VXOkI/AAAAAAAAAnM/1MzXuEc6Vzo/s320/15012010276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430245364954774082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cake that dya and wati bought for me. i just love the strawberries!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then saturday 16 jan, norfadila decided to celebrate my birthday. she brought me to marina barrage and surprised me with her DIY cake. so touching!!! after gobbling up my delicious cake and some cam whoring under the super windy weather, we proceed to get ourselves wet!! dipped our feet in the water and splashing around and more cam whoring!! super fun. and when its dark, we proceeded to marina square for our burger king dinner. haha. super hungry laa!! and then we went to meet the morons. again. this time we had a mission for meeting them. only for me to know. hehe. *evil grin* we stayed til 4.30am. then me and dila walked to my place. she waited while i bathed and got ready for work. yep another overnight for me. i reached redhill super early laa.. while walking towards the macD, i swallowed a can of redbull,my usual remedy. reached macD i slept for awhile. i woke up at 7.40 and staggered towards the library. haha. i survived 9 hours with just an hour of nap during my lunch break. reached home and collapse as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/S1wdzHBVcvI/AAAAAAAAAnU/2nvUzhZdG-w/s1600-h/DSCF4290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/S1wdzHBVcvI/AAAAAAAAAnU/2nvUzhZdG-w/s320/DSCF4290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430248014597157618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the DIY cake that dila made for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on monday susan bought a cake for me. so touching!!! she knows i like chocolate like her so she bought me this cake with more chocolate and less cake. haha. it was super delicious!!! and aziza and makcik fairuz bought me a marks and spencer chocolate biscuit and kak julina bought me a necklace from new look and mama yati bought me a doraemon laptop bag and dya bought me a mr bean teddy bear. mummy bought me a cute card wallet for me. super love them all!!! and then on tuesday uncle steven gave me a hanphone keychain with my name on it. so cute laa!! well i think he feels bad for forgetting my birthday and didn't get me a swenson's cake like he promised. so he bought me a cute keychain to make up for it. haha. and the new makcik also gave me ferrero rocher. and then on thursday kak mariana bought a box of chocolates for me. i went home sharing my chocs with baby bro and parents and sis. oh i forgot to mention my brother bought me a super cool t-shirt which he dump on my face at midnite on my birthday when i was already asleep. haha. and my sis bought me a huge cadbury chocolate after i threaten her i won't buy anything for her on her birthday. haha. so in total i received 3 birthday cakes, the most i received so far. hahahahaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/S1wehuqstUI/AAAAAAAAAnc/60vmInZXnzw/s1600-h/Image127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/S1wehuqstUI/AAAAAAAAAnc/60vmInZXnzw/s320/Image127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430248815513613634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cake susan bought for me with mummy's card wallet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u see, i had a blasting birthday eventhough those morons keep telling me that i am an old makcik already. well at least i grow wiser with age, unlike them, they become more stupid and annoying as they grow older. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a haircut last thursday and everybody at work loves it eventhough they were quite shock at first. weird laa them. and dya still can't believe that i actually chop my locks off. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in between those events of course there are fun happenings at work andduring my off days. super love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh on a sad note, my baby brother is leaving soon. at the end of the month. i am super upset about it. but oh wells. after all, its his parents' decision. we are just the babysitters. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on another note, kak su is getting married next weekend!! super excited. haha. thats all i could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats all. wait for my nxt update which is i don't know when. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-2697368993023683540?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2697368993023683540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=2697368993023683540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/2697368993023683540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/2697368993023683540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2010/01/updates-of-my-life.html' title='updates of my life.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/S1wA-UttUvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/um58isdiHdk/s72-c/31122009096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-5074785558314558758</id><published>2009-12-25T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:36:40.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened to them??</title><content type='html'>someone is acting weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone is turning into a sadist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone gave me an indecent proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone is dead and i hope it stays dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone got resurrected from the dead but i don't know for what purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone is being an annoying shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone just melted my heart. but just for a while though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone is having some sort of crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to do with all these people??!! hmph!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and new year's in about 5 days. huh. what happen to 2009??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate new years. i hate abnormalities. i hate changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-5074785558314558758?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/5074785558314558758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=5074785558314558758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5074785558314558758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5074785558314558758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened-to-them.html' title='what happened to them??'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-9208485074195175335</id><published>2009-12-16T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:43:27.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>someone found a rare species of octopus in indonesia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tv mobile is going to disappear next year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a toilet bowl flood yesterday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 17 year old boy had a chat about soccer with a 40 year old makcik!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's head kena birdshit last saturday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis kena scold by dad for asking permission to go out at night to see meteor shower!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother bought a new phone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my adopted brother is a pocoyo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shelfreading area has changed!!! to children section!!! and i hate it!!! mummy must be losing her mind!!! she's the one who's not taking meds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a new friend!!! he's actually a she!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends are psychotic!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dila and fat syahril are acting weird!!!! something is wrong with them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not excited for new year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not excited for my birthday!!! its in a month's time!!!! OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-9208485074195175335?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/9208485074195175335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=9208485074195175335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/9208485074195175335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/9208485074195175335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/12/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-704873916279415024</id><published>2009-11-25T13:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:30:01.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no choice but to blog. haha.</title><content type='html'>for a while there i almost forgot my username and password for blogger. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i'm actually at NYP now, using rasyid darl's lappy typing away. i don't know what to do with his lappy actually so i decided to write here. oh he went for his japanese test btw. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYP CHANGED ALOT LAA!!!!! as in the students. the place itself is ALMOST like it was 3 years ago. but the students. tsk. girls mostly in super shorts. or those blody dresses. i even saw one in full leggings. huh. the boys never changed though. normal tshirt and jeans or bermudas. but the indians have definitely changed stylewise. at least the local ones did. formal shirt laa seh!!! but the non locals still kental. haha. no harm there. i'm indian too. so peace y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the food. the kudut and fierce makcik is still alive!! the cock-eyed one is nowhere to be seen. haha. and the food variety is still the same. taste is still the same. the indian stall is still lacking in its varieties. but they have a 50 cents drink now!!! OMG 50 CENTS!!! coolness. and the most important thing?? the students are still leaving their plates behind after eating, expecting the cleaners to clean after them. huh. THAT never changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i saw that the printing shop looks like a clinic now, with a window separating inside and outside. haha. and the macD has a new shop at the corner. and at the entrance near the eslacator there's a gloria jeans cafe. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the students are DEFINITELY scaring me. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall go read my book now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-704873916279415024?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/704873916279415024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=704873916279415024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/704873916279415024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/704873916279415024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-choice-but-to-blog-haha.html' title='no choice but to blog. haha.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-6686830486079076156</id><published>2009-10-19T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:25:39.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy!!!</title><content type='html'>hello everybody!! its been a month since i've been here yea?? well i have just been busy or lazy.. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month its been hectic for me.. from the raya outings. to the night outings. and not forgetting work. huh. so many things laa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. this is to just let my readers know that i am still alive. hehe. i will put up photos once they are ready aites. in the meantime, do read my tweets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-6686830486079076156?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/6686830486079076156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=6686830486079076156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6686830486079076156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6686830486079076156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy!!!'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-8754469020315019958</id><published>2009-09-19T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:05:58.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day full of weird flavours...</title><content type='html'>i still can't believe hari raya is this sunday. so damn fast time flies!! and even though i got all my raya things ready, i am still not excited about it. and i even wish i could go to work on that day. but my mummy say "cannot work laa you!! your new year u cannot work!!" =_= boring. and so i have to face the day, like it or not. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i just came back from a shopping spree with tricia darl. and guess what?? i did an express manicure with her!!! after persuading me for so long, i finally relented huh darling?? =) hehe. and now my brother ask me to scratch his back for him. so much for my manicure. hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the story. so my darla was looking for her baju to attend a wedding tomorrow. but walk around orchard still cannot find her baju. but she finally got her dress that she had wanted for so long. i also found this cotton purple dress but didn't buy it cos its short. haha. but its nice lor... hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we found this shop in ion that sells weird flavoured popcorns. they have tom yum, curry, wasabi, white cheese, butterscotch and many more flavoured popcorns laa.. i bought the butterscotch and whitecheese cos its the nicest and darla bought the whitecheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we found another shop which sells many but weird flavoured kinds of chocolate. the salesgirl said the horlicks flavoured chocolate really taste like horlicks. but i got cheated. it just taste of normal milk chocolate. hmph. but the chocolate is still nice laa. lucky for that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then darla went for her eyebrow threading. and she complained its even more painful then doing her tattoos. and i was like "nonsense laa you!!! putting tattoos is much more painful laa!!" really nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well in the end only darla did her shopping cos i already did mine with kinky dila on the 10th of sept. so yea. didn't really feel like buying anything plus the things really didn't catch my attention. harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yesterday was a very very VERY happy day for me. i got a fatal fourway match. 1st on my way to work, 2nd while on my lunch break, 3rd while working and 4th when on my way home. super cool laa!! and i can't stop smiling to myself.... =) but the surprise was the 2nd one. what was that all about??!! but still. it made me happy. harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i'm done updating. i'm going to sleep already cos i'm in morning shift tomorrow. so i see you when i see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-8754469020315019958?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/8754469020315019958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=8754469020315019958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/8754469020315019958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/8754469020315019958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-full-of-weird-flavours.html' title='a day full of weird flavours...'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-2824493771648515589</id><published>2009-09-01T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:12:25.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fish and cheese macaroni!!!!!</title><content type='html'>i got so many things to complain!!!!! so angry and frustrated and tired and everything else laa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st thing 1st. i seriously hate this month's roster. and i have a few reasons for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my shift is not the same with my mama yati anymore. so no more dating at bookdrop and gossip with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) that also means i got no friend most of the time. most probably lunch will be alone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) all my weekends will be afternoon shift. FOR THE SECOND MONTH. and i LOATHE noon shifts on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) that bloody F9 monster just dump me because she's psychotic. so is that bloody F11 minah malaysia. psychotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today i kena tortured. yesterday i was in the afternoon shift. and then today i kena morning shift. just because the bloody new roster say so. that nevermind. and then today they so smart go and arrange the people in charge of clearing the old newwspapers off day today. so BOTH of them off today. and then LO make noise say today MUST clear the newspapers. no choice i have to do it, since i am F2. and i have to pack, carry, push and dump 7 bags of old newspapers all by myself. mama yati helped me to sort out cos i went for my break. but all the heavy stuffs i had to do. hmph!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the makcik makciks and the lao ren jia and their non stop whinings and complains and stories. soon i'm gonna turn into a makcik makcik too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i saw the pics of my niece's birthday party that kak ina upload on her multiply. HOW COME I DON'T HAVE A PIC WITH THE CUTE GIRL??!! they were cam whoring while i slog my guts out infront of a hot wok full of boiling oil, frying 3kg worth of chicken!! not fair!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously feel like killing that old woman. she can seriously think of changing jobs to become a serial stalker. damn bloody irritating laa!!! uurrgghh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it has been raining these past few days and i can't get to play in the rain. i want to play in the rain laa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss doing alot of stuffs too. its saddening to have to abandon all the things that you used to do just because u got no more time for those things anymore. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a september post huh. okay am done. i forgot what else to say. haha. okay done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-2824493771648515589?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2824493771648515589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=2824493771648515589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/2824493771648515589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/2824493771648515589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-fish-and-cheese-macaroni.html' title='what the fish and cheese macaroni!!!!!'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-7266033691218543495</id><published>2009-08-25T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:20:38.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something is wrong somewhere.</title><content type='html'>does anybody know how to shut the voices in the head?? my head seems to have alot to talk/think about and its driving me crazy laa!! 1 moment it will sing some random song and another moment it will comment on some random things and another moment it will dwell on some old memory. ALL DONE IN ONE MINUTE.  crazy laa!!! it got so crazy that i suffered major headache last sunday. i seriously need a psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today is my off day and everybody left me at home with a pile of loyangs to wash and a baby to look after. and coincidently baby decided to make second round of chocolate cake just after everybody left. just great. so after baby's milk, baby make cake. so i got no choice but to clean after him. (i NEVER clean a baby's soiled backside before.so this is kinda my 1st time.)and i succeeded. hahaha. and then i put him to sleep. and then i washed the many many loyangs. and then i sweep the house a bit. and then i sleep with baby for awhile. then the boys came home and disturb baby til he woke up. and so i reheat his food and feed him. and then i bathe him and get him ready to go back to his parents. and when baby's gone, i prepare food for break fast. and then i'm here to complain. so that is how my off day is being spent today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and alot of things happened since i last blogged. celebrated my niece's birthday on the 22nd august. somehow i find the atmosphere very different from last year. why ar?? hmm maybe all of us have grown up. haiz. time fly by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i had many MSN chats on the night of 21st august. i don't know what came over me i decided to go online MSN. its been gazillion years since i came online. and guess who chatted up with me 1st?? BROTHER CHEE!!!! hahahhaaa!! and guess what is his occupation now?? A DAY CARE TEACHER!!!  i was so shocked laa... hahhaaa!! but at least he has a job. so good luck dage!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my darling han meng chatted with me. he was complaining how uni life is so bloody different from poly life and i was telling him what am i so confused about. haha. we had such a long chat. hehe.well he said he told felicia to plan a gathering for MIT0417. and i can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i had a chat with cuzzies Rasyid darl and kak ina. she was complaining about her wedding preparations and me and rasyid was like giving her ideas for her guestbook. funny laa!! dat kak ina needs something to calm her nerves. she is such a kanchiong spider. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went for present shopping with Rasyid darla on the day of 21st august. and it left us both headaches laa!! both of us don't know what to get for a 2 year old niece. we walked around CWP, hoping a suitable present pops out infront of us. and after our lunch, where i had my long craved prawn noodle, we finally get something for the birthday girl. and then we head for home. its still very early but both of us were damn tired and sleepy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then work was as usual as usual. mamemo having problems. mama yati having problems. aiya everybody having problems laa!! till susan got so stressed that she got herself a tattoo on her back. i was shocked laa!! and i am in the middle of everything, feeling kinda lost. great. and then breaking fast at work is damn heart wrenching. i felt like cinderella, abused and ill-treated. eventhough all of us shared our food and looked like we were having a mini party there, i still can't help feeling like we deserved better treatment. haiz. whatever laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i guess thats all. i shall see you when i see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-7266033691218543495?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7266033691218543495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=7266033691218543495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7266033691218543495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7266033691218543495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-is-wrong-somewhere.html' title='something is wrong somewhere.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-8236471156089652988</id><published>2009-08-17T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:03:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am stll alive. just exhausted.</title><content type='html'>good morning!!! hahahaaaa!! weird rite i am here so early. anyways, i am gonna make this post short and simple before i turn lazy and decide not to blog again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so alot of things happened during my absence here. like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) had a little chit chat with sunny singh aka gurvinder sidhu on the phone on the 5th august, while waiting for tricia darl knock off from work. and during the conversation, he just had say this sentence which disturbed me til now: "hey!! you guys were the most happening sisters okay!!" thanks bro. oh me and tricia planned to have a dinner date u see. so i bonded with 2 of my classmates in a day. cool. and apparently, most of the guys have ORD-ed and most are continuing their studies. *gasp!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)paycheck gave me a shock, yet again. so early??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) people have been treating me like i was the stepsister/stepdaughter/adopted child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)i realised that during school days, teachers always shout "tie up your hair laa!!!" but at BMPL, my mummy screamed at me "DON'T tie your hair laa!!! you tie your hair not nice you know!!!" =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)was forced to go out during national day, forced to wear nice2, apparently to go see fireworks. in the end, all i got to see is the smoke from the fireworks. very cool indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)mama para say i am not firm enough in dealing with the neneks. how to be firm?? they are bloody hell good at manipulating my brain!!! can i just kill them instead??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)my baby brother cut his hair. i mean his mum cut his hair. and its so not the very nice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)work politics are making me exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)why would i want a job that give me weekends off when eventually my weekends will be disturbed by some makciks who like to do rubbish work and force me to join rubbish stuff?? then what is the purpose of my weekends off?? when is my rest day?? might as well stay at a job that needs me to work weekends and i get to stay away from rubbish stuff. pfft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)i went shopping with monster. i don't know what came over me and i just ask her out after work. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)i wore a skirt to work and everybody took a second and third glance at me, to make sure that it was really me in skirt. it was my 1st time in skirt to work u see. so everybody was like "waaah wear so nice!! got date ar??" =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)i officially hate the manager of BMPL. she's an NLB staff by the way.damn fussy woman. and if i could i would have killed her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) i received my THIRD access card, after the 1st two died on me. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) 3rd level of BMPL damn scary. so quiet. i don't know how they can stay in there for so long. and the pantry's damn cool!!! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think thats all. its not short but its simple. haha. will do for now. i will update more next time when i am not lazy and tired. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-8236471156089652988?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/8236471156089652988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=8236471156089652988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/8236471156089652988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/8236471156089652988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-morning-hahahaaaa-weird-rite-i-am.html' title='i am stll alive. just exhausted.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1421141621006339493</id><published>2009-08-08T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:58:21.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody creeps.</title><content type='html'>actually i wanted to tell you about my Shocking Monday, my Boring Tuesday, my Amazing Wednesday, my Confusing Thursday, my Irritating Friday and my soon gonna be Super Duper Fun Saturday. but due to some annoyance, i decided to complain here instead. so if you people are not into complains and whinings, i suggest you go to other people's blog okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes: WHY CAN'T PEOPLE JUST UNDERSTAND MY POSITION???!! JUST BECAUSE I AM THE YOUNGEST DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN STEP ON MY HEAD!! I AM AFTERALL, HAVE A BETTER POSITION THAN ALL OF YOU. WHY CAN'T YOU RESPECT THAT?? INSTEAD, YOU TOY WITH MY FEELINGS BY HITTING ON MY SOFT SPOTS. SHAME ON YOU PEOPLE. STUPID OLD FAGGOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been in constant confusion and anger these few days that it has taken a toll on my sleep. the fact that i have been used, ignored and cheated is very very disturbing. and not forgetting that bloody piece of news. that bloody person shouldn't have told me that bloody news. its non of my concern, really. but somehow, it still disturbed me. i don't know whether to laugh or to be concerned by that bloody piece of news. if i laugh i would be damn evil. but if i don't laugh, it would be very wrong. afterall, i have been wronged and cheated. so all the more i should laugh. but somehow, laughing is not the main issue here. i felt like i have to do something about it. and that is wrong too. uuurrggghhhh!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and about that bridging the gaps issue?? well i got ignored. so don't blame me for not trying. i already stoop as low as to apologise eventhough it wasn't entirely my fault. i still have pride. unlike some people who have egos thicker than pig skin. they are in the wrong here and should be apologising to me, but somehow they managed to make it look like i am the one at fault and blaming me for everything that had been done. tsk. bloody shameless creature.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, what the hell is wrong with people nowadays?? they never fail to confuse me. haiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. thats all i have to say for now. i feel like i have alot mre to say but am too tired already. i need double the energy for my Super Duper Staurday. so thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1421141621006339493?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1421141621006339493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1421141621006339493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1421141621006339493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1421141621006339493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloody-creeps.html' title='bloody creeps.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-4032059482703565964</id><published>2009-07-31T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:04:15.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some random stuff.</title><content type='html'>jet li is a singaporean now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that was random. haha. just read the news at yahoo.com. jet li is my all time favorite actor okay!! i love his fighting moves. *drooling already* haha. just hope that i will bump into him somewhere. so that i can get his autograph. even better if he stays around bukit merah. no don't. bukit merah people are ALL crazy. i don't want my jet li to become crazy as well. haha. now i sound like some die hard fan. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways tomorrow will be the official day that i will become F2. but tomorrow i off. so yea. today is the last day i same shift with mama yati. i almost cried when i parted ways with her after work just now. sadded seh!!! she's like the only one whom i can talk to laa.. and from sunday onwards i will be having the same shift with the most problematic F14. haiz. and reading the roster feels so weird now. i am so used to being F4 that i straightaway would look at F4's duties. and then i will get confused. and then i will realise that i have been changed to F2. and then i will feel weird. don't ask me why, i just do. haiz. i'm supposed to be happy with this F2 issue, but i am having tremendous stress instead. haiz. stupid people who like to make my life hell. idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even after all these complains, i still love my job. i am still in love with the books. its just the people that i hate. office politics can never be avoided huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. i CANNOT come back do OT on national day. BORING!!!!!! stupid roster put me as off on that day. pffft!!! and now i am contemplating whether to go out or not. it will be damn crowded everywhere laaaa!!! and i so hate crowded places laa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow baby brother will be coming. yay!! but only for half a day. boo!! and i have to wake up early if i want to play with him. errm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many random thoughts but i don't think i can put them all down here. i am so tired from all the thinking and scanning and searching and arranging of books. so i shall stop here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its random. but i am in a random mood today. so yea. take care everybody. good nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-4032059482703565964?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/4032059482703565964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=4032059482703565964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/4032059482703565964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/4032059482703565964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-random-stuff.html' title='some random stuff.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-2659315936346145518</id><published>2009-07-23T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:56:50.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some people are just plain evil.</title><content type='html'>hi. i just finish my cup noodle. i purposely went to the shops at 11.30 pm cos i was super hungry cos my mum never cook cos of my baby brother. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh its friday tomorrow!!! or today. haha. anyways its my off day!!! i feel like going out but too lazy and tired. so i MIGHT be staying at home tomorrow. and entertatain my baby brother. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 4 days of hiatus. what have i been doing at work?? make everybody jealous of me, bury myself in tons of books, curse those crazy bukit merah people and making myself fat by eating indian food everyday. haha. well that's what everybody thinks. i DON'T do those kind of things, although i really ate indian food everyday. but that was being forced okay!! afternoon shift is very boring to me. but uncle steven always crack me up with his talking and flirting. i was partnered with him at bookdrop for 2 straight days you see. so i have to witness everything that i shouldn't. haha. it is seriously not healthy for a growing up kid like me. haha. if i'm not careful, i will suffer from traumatic stress. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at home i woke up early for the past 3 days so that i could at least play with baby brother. i was in the afternoon shift you see. then everybody got to say "bye yan!!" to baby brother when they left house. and he will wait infront of the door hoping my sis, bro or dad will bring him along. but when its my turn to leave the house baby sleep already. and i only get to say "bye yan!!" without any response. sadded. and when i reach home, baby go home already. more sadded. so that is why i like morning shift, although waking up so early is a chore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother just called me, asking me to open door for him. time check: 1am. luckily i haven't sleep. the other day he did the same thing, called me at 1 am and i was already asleep laa!! scold him infront of the door. go out never bring key. then disturb people sleeping. tsk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in conclusion i'm supposed to be in good mood, happy and in happy spirits. but due to some reasons, i'm not happy. at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i am sleepy already. and internet is on pms mode. so i'll see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-2659315936346145518?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2659315936346145518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=2659315936346145518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/2659315936346145518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/2659315936346145518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-people-are-just-plain-evil.html' title='some people are just plain evil.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1593910805641746241</id><published>2009-07-19T20:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:37:31.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kemaafan dendam yang terindah.</title><content type='html'>elooo!! tomorrow my off day!!! haha. okay thats random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways let me talk about what i did for the past 3 days. friday, fat syahril, dila and faizin wanted to have dinner at jalan kayu. so i met them after work. i was in the morning shift by the way. well 1st time in the car driven by faizin. and i was nervous for while. the way he speed. scary laa!!!anyways after dinner we went home. haha. but not before i saw someone familiar from the past. coward. run away like owe me money like that. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on saturday they asked me out again. same driver. my heart almost popped out laa. especially on the expressway. urgh. but the night was nicely spent although most of it was spent waiting for people. visited some cute babies. actually only 2 cute ones. the girl was such a bitch laa. girls. pfft. reminds me of some bimbos. (read: bulimic bimbo and brain dead bimbo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 2.30am. bathed and surfed the net using PMS internet. got fed up and slept at 4.30am. i wasn't planning on sleeping cos was on morning shift and had to be ready by 6am. but since the internet acted like a bimbo too, decided to sleep. even if its only for an hour. then sleepwalked to bus stop and got a nice sit in the bus and slept till i reach bukit merah. now don't congratulate me for having mastered the art of sleeping in the bus without a "pillow". cos obviously i haven't had enough sleep that is why i could sleep in the bus. then sleepwalked the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uncle steven had to make funny comments til i cannot sleepwalk anymore. he and his "havoc days" and "cha cha dance so orbit" and "i sayang my wife" and "lets all go disco" comments really crack me up. haha. seriously he is one sweet talker ABC. eventhough he is old. he even confessed that he was a playboy during his younger days. a leopard can never change its spots eh? haha. entertaining people. and mummy so naughty liked to tease him. funny these old people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i finally found the book &lt;u&gt;tuesdays with morrie by mitch albom.&lt;/u&gt; the 1st book ever to make me cry. in the bus some more. it was so touching laaa!! and that book also made me realise some things. topics such as &lt;u&gt;forgiveness&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; were being discussed. and it really got me thinking. and made a decision to mend some broken bridges. AT LEAST i made the 1st move. i've been thinking alot about this, until i overeat, until fat syahril have to make a comment that i have put on weight. so yea. lets just hope that the people from the other side of the bridge will agree to my decision. and for those who are curious to why the book made me cry, go find it yourself and read okay. for those who claim they are allergic to books then i suggest you change your name to brain dead bimbo. books are good exercise for your brains okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i heard the song Photograph by Nickelback this morning and all memories of the past came flooding my mind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tricia: i am so sorry babe!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all people: i miss you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to brain dead bimbos: go make your brain alive first before you try to make any smart comments okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all. will be busy with baby brother tomorrow and will be back on maybe thursday or friday k. in the meantime, enjoy reading my tweet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1593910805641746241?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1593910805641746241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1593910805641746241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1593910805641746241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1593910805641746241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/07/kemaafan-dendam-yang-terindah.html' title='kemaafan dendam yang terindah.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-3073610472005569602</id><published>2009-07-16T13:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:18:28.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates.</title><content type='html'>hello. long time no see. haha. sorry been busy lately. my mum made me look after baby brother whenever i off on weekdays and when i'm off on weekends i will sleep the whole day. haha. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things happened these past few days. like i got a haircut last sunday. i just wanted to trim, but the hairdresser insist that i cut MY hair 5 cm. but in the end, i was satisfied. =) and last saturday, go make a new pair of specs. and guess who got to wear it 1st?? my dad. haha. udin went out with my dad's specs so dad had no specs to go to work. so he "loaned" mine. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then at work, many things happened too. like the gossips and sweet little things some people did that touched my heart. like the day i go make my specs, mama yati accompanied my til 7pm at bukit merah. and of course we talked about alot of stuffs. and of course the jokes from uncle steven and mummy. not forgetting those other people that make my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are alot of things to say but my baby brother is distracting me. for more latest updates go to my tweet okay. cos i can forsee another week before i visit here again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-3073610472005569602?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/3073610472005569602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=3073610472005569602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3073610472005569602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3073610472005569602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates.html' title='updates.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1521796617685551767</id><published>2009-07-10T19:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:57:55.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates of my life.</title><content type='html'>hello!!! sorry for the lack of updates. i got 4 reasons for that. 1) been tired. 2) Liyanah has started school and she doesn't let me use her laptop. only she can use and make the bill go up. 3) too busy entertaining my baby brother. 4) lazy. and today the owner (Liyanah) is asleep (time check ) so i can use laa. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so the lst time i wrote, i stopped at telling you guys that i will be going out with my girls on the 3rd of july. which girls?? the NYP babes that is!!! pixies courtesy of ain. she editted them. =) although we met after syahirah knock off from work, we still had fun. and i'm sure their boyfriends have a good time making fun of me too. pft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SlcmmIIspsI/AAAAAAAAAmE/LJISNFZ8aA0/s1600-h/NYPians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SlcmmIIspsI/AAAAAAAAAmE/LJISNFZ8aA0/s320/NYPians.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356792718241343170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SlclQRY6VZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/tb4K2fAut2o/s1600-h/NYPians2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SlclQRY6VZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/tb4K2fAut2o/s320/NYPians2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356791243256518034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/Slcjez_n5EI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ej_LPGOTuCw/s1600-h/NYPians1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/Slcjez_n5EI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ej_LPGOTuCw/s320/NYPians1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356789294040605762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then on saturday had a short meeting with dila and fat syahril. i had an embaressing moment which i shall not go in detail. =) and i saw someone who look like my cousin. but i don't know whether its him or not cos i was too flustered. haha. okay the main idea was to go see fire works. but dila got engrossed in La Senza shop that we forgot the time. and i gave fat syahril some ideas on what to buy for his girlfriend. haha. and in the end we end up spending the time looking for fat syahril's AXS machine and when we were tired we sat by the wheel and gossip. haha. best laa gossip gossip!! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SlcrOb8nBlI/AAAAAAAAAmM/oEYrHh1h_as/s1600-h/collage.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SlcrOb8nBlI/AAAAAAAAAmM/oEYrHh1h_as/s320/collage.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356797808800630354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then back to work on sunday til tuesday. afternoon shift some more. nothing interesting happened. or maybe i have forgotten. haha. go ask my tweet if you wanna know kays?? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on wednesday is karaoke day!!! with dila and fat syahril. like finally!!! but not after mum made me look after baby brother while she go rounding rounding at AMK central. -_- we had so much fun til time got jealous of us and spin its mechanics faster then normal. 3 hours felt like 1 hour laa!!! but we didn't extend the hour cos it was already late and all of us working the next day. so yea... only 3 hours. the funny part is where i sang the last song. she's gone laa... it made the receptionist came peeping in our room. haha!! and fat syahril got jealous when i could sing aerosmith's i don't wanna miss a thing and he couldn't. haha. it was satisfying laa!! more karaoke session please!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SlcyWZ06k7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/9uFIYtLz1P8/s1600-h/DSCF2221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SlcyWZ06k7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/9uFIYtLz1P8/s320/DSCF2221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356805642251834290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SlczrG1CHbI/AAAAAAAAAmc/1Z9UfgJK6J8/s1600-h/DSCF2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SlczrG1CHbI/AAAAAAAAAmc/1Z9UfgJK6J8/s320/DSCF2224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356807097440935346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/Slc0uZn1bwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3oXXedc9aK4/s1600-h/DSCF2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/Slc0uZn1bwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3oXXedc9aK4/s320/DSCF2226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356808253537087234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/Slc1iEpCvCI/AAAAAAAAAms/rzdpb3M-vag/s1600-h/DSCF2236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/Slc1iEpCvCI/AAAAAAAAAms/rzdpb3M-vag/s320/DSCF2236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356809141258206242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see our faces while we sing?? haha!! all sing with feelings okay!! don't play play hor!! =) oh oh oh!! i bumped into Yi chuan at centrepoint!! he just ORD-ed and he's already schooling. Kaplan school taking tourism. gosh. and my darling is also starting school soon. i wonder what happened to my NYP dudes. from my calculation most of them should have ORD-ed already. hmm... maybe i should send a mass sms, asking whether they are still alive or not. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then thursday morning shift damn tiring. not enough sleep cos the day before dance too much already. haha. but monster off. so cannot make her jealous. haha. nothing special happened except got to bully my baby brother. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today got fire drill practice. only for the staffs. all i can say is: merepek laa!! all kanchiong for no reason. if there is a real fire i don't know what will happen. this is what happen when there are too many makcik makcik around. haha. and i was in a foul mood cos the bus is super packed this morning and its late and i only get to sit after KK hospital. and that is about 20 minutes journey. usually i would already be sitted by the 3rd stop laa!!! stoopid school kids. i seriously think they shouldn't have taken the public bus. the parents should arrange for the school bus. its not they can't afford it. Marymount convent girls mostly have rich parents. so why waste the space of public buses?? nuisance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just when i don't have the mood to talk to people, people will come and talk to me. and when i'm in a talkative mood, nobody wants to listen to me. tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats the end of my post. haha. will be back when the laptop is free from its owner. haha. more pictures will be up on my multiply: http://sleepingputri.multiply.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay see you when i see you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1521796617685551767?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1521796617685551767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1521796617685551767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1521796617685551767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1521796617685551767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates-of-my-life.html' title='updates of my life.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SlcmmIIspsI/AAAAAAAAAmE/LJISNFZ8aA0/s72-c/NYPians.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-4524481233514736643</id><published>2009-07-03T10:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:28:19.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days off....!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>okay so baby brother just farted on me, cos i disturb him while he was sleeping. hmph!!! he disturb me while i sleep can??!!! wait til he wakes up. i am so gonna bully him. muahahahhaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so anyways i helped mummy made some decisions yesterday. and the feeling?? i feel so old laa!! and if i were to be exactly like mummy, by the end of the year, my hair will either all drop off or it will turn white. stressfull!! but work is always stressfull, especially the politics part. haiz. poor mummy, everyday have to entertain strange people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on some random thoughts, somehow i felt disturbed by some things. why do they have to be like that?? they are just being mean. to me. what have i done to deserve all this?? and they potray themselves as the victim when i should be the one being the victim. instead they put the blame on ME. thanks. if i know these things gonna happen, i would rather not get close to you in the 1st place. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whats the point in crying over spilled milk right?? what is done is done. and what goes around comes around. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh!! will be having a date with my girls later in the evening!! so exciting laa!! but i don't know what to wear!! hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to upload a pic but blogger is being such a biatch!! so forget it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna go disturb baby already. see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-4524481233514736643?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/4524481233514736643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=4524481233514736643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/4524481233514736643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/4524481233514736643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-days-off.html' title='2 days off....!!!!!!'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-7207244998271841218</id><published>2009-07-01T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:04:56.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-put anything you like here. i don't care.-</title><content type='html'>okay so i'm back after 4 days hiatus. on sunday i off, i slept thru most of the day light and slept til monday morning. haha. then monday afternoon shift okay laa. usual mummies stories which left me feeling that i shouldn't get married. haha. very traumatic leh their stories!!! and then there's 2 new staff from china. so now officially we got 4 china ladies working. and i still find xue fei is the nicest among them. the rest is -no comment-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then tuesday also afternoon shift which left me getting a massive headache by the end of the day. me and mama yati was like no mood to do bookdrop cos she's also having headache. but uncle steven's story about fishermen's friend sweets is funny. both of us were laughing non stop laa!! and now that sweet is officially called "romantic sweets" by us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today i morning shift. i was supposed to be off today but today not enough staff so i came back. luckily mama yati was around. and susan too. haha. and singpost gave us FOUR RC TROLLEYS FULL OF BOOKS TODAY. yes, 2000 books we have to scan. but since it came at 4.30pm, me and mama yati only did half the trolley. and the rest F11 and sergeant para did. hoho!! and all the staff had to do shelving for 2 hours. haha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and baby brother bite me with his two little teeth!!! and he's getting more mischievious laa!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay some random thoughts. MJ's death really got me thinking. i have been reading his stories after his death in the papers and i seriously feel he's a very pitiful guy. he could have made a success for his last concert but God loves him more. and i seriously think his debts are unnecessary. and his three children. poor kids. although i wasn't his fan, he is the king of pop, with millions of people recognising and impersonating him worldwide. such a pity we lost a true artist. may his soul be blessed. amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i got alot to say but i think i already say in my tweet blog. haha. i swear that thing is addictive laa!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my voice is officially sengau thanks to that circle line liyanah for passing the flu germs. 3 days down with flu already and blocked nose laa!! that stupid woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some people are just being irritating. might as well don't do it right?? waste space only. tsk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay done. see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-7207244998271841218?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7207244998271841218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=7207244998271841218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7207244998271841218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7207244998271841218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/07/put-anything-you-like-here-i-dont-care.html' title='-put anything you like here. i don&apos;t care.-'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-6673810609284669626</id><published>2009-06-27T18:16:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:30:24.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day norimah went to OCH.</title><content type='html'>hi i am in the library at bukit merah now, using liyanah's lappy while waiting for my parents cos they wanna have dinner at brinda's restaurant. and they will only reach here after maghrib. -_- and i am sitting at the baby books section and susan is doing shelving but she seem not to notice me. okay NOW she notice me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now let me post some of the pics that we took on thursday night/friday morning. i shall not story many many cos dear RD, miss nyanya and sis have told their stories. so go to their blogs for the stories aites!! enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYEiKQEN2I/AAAAAAAAAk0/LJdazXE4PHI/s1600-h/DSCF2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYEiKQEN2I/AAAAAAAAAk0/LJdazXE4PHI/s320/DSCF2027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351970192090216290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside the OCH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkX0HikGUpI/AAAAAAAAAj0/m9WdOZ0h62s/s1600-h/DSCF2040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkX0HikGUpI/AAAAAAAAAj0/m9WdOZ0h62s/s320/DSCF2040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351952142574178962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are inside!!! spot our 4th friend. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkX1JxfKW-I/AAAAAAAAAj8/is6trkmcr8Q/s1600-h/DSCF2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkX1JxfKW-I/AAAAAAAAAj8/is6trkmcr8Q/s320/DSCF2063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351953280451369954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say i look different in this pic.  nope i am not posessed guys. just tired from the stair climbing. i am allergic to stairs you know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkX2l_rziuI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Zm84azaz6vg/s1600-h/thefiveofus.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkX2l_rziuI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Zm84azaz6vg/s320/thefiveofus.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351954864810461922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stolen from rasyid. i love it!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkX9vMDSKQI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wYNwqD4N0T0/s1600-h/DSCF2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkX9vMDSKQI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wYNwqD4N0T0/s320/DSCF2108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351962719330380034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us at boardwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkX_O8DNm9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/_aWAwqdZVm0/s1600-h/DSCF2092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkX_O8DNm9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/_aWAwqdZVm0/s320/DSCF2092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351964364302556114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is faris FARTING at a corner. he was farting the whole night laaa.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYAQpQiTRI/AAAAAAAAAkk/1vscXvVbjiQ/s1600-h/DSCF2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYAQpQiTRI/AAAAAAAAAkk/1vscXvVbjiQ/s320/DSCF2109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351965493129530642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jump shot!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYBR2-cazI/AAAAAAAAAks/w05tPqUIgOw/s1600-h/DSCF2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYBR2-cazI/AAAAAAAAAks/w05tPqUIgOw/s320/DSCF2125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351966613503241010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo-ing under the light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYGuSejtNI/AAAAAAAAAk8/NpYlmF0H9KE/s1600-h/DSCF3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYGuSejtNI/AAAAAAAAAk8/NpYlmF0H9KE/s320/DSCF3165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351972599480169682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how LOVING this two men are... aawwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYHdWmzQ_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/61M38yhsqFc/s1600-h/DSCF3162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYHdWmzQ_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/61M38yhsqFc/s320/DSCF3162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351973408042337266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no comment- =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYIH6y2TvI/AAAAAAAAAlM/PY7y5dTkW8w/s1600-h/DSCF3148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYIH6y2TvI/AAAAAAAAAlM/PY7y5dTkW8w/s320/DSCF3148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351974139311050482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people jump UP, faris jump DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYIlCVmtOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/-hrDQKBdWRk/s1600-h/DSCF3163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYIlCVmtOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/-hrDQKBdWRk/s320/DSCF3163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351974639552083170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuzzies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYJgB3urzI/AAAAAAAAAlc/lsoQ-Ame3dY/s1600-h/DSCF3179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYJgB3urzI/AAAAAAAAAlc/lsoQ-Ame3dY/s320/DSCF3179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351975653039058738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shadows!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is just SOME of my favourite pictures. there are more laa!! but i can't possibly upload all. the internet here so the laggy. it took me about 2 hours just posting all this. pfft. wait for me to upload to my multiply then you all can see, okay. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still waiting for parents to come. and i am hungry already. today i whole day do bookdrop and the nasi goreng ikan bilis eaten at 12 noon is not enough. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i showed the pics to F9 girl. and confirm she's jealous!!! muahahahhaaaa!! confirm she go tell her boyfriend and the whole gang. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna stone now. see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-6673810609284669626?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/6673810609284669626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=6673810609284669626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6673810609284669626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6673810609284669626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-norimah-went-to-och.html' title='the day norimah went to OCH.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SkYEiKQEN2I/AAAAAAAAAk0/LJdazXE4PHI/s72-c/DSCF2027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-4401060525959122087</id><published>2009-06-26T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:27:06.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i survived 36 hours without sleep!!!!</title><content type='html'>my knees and feet are hurting. okay basically my both legs hurt. not because of my thursday night adventure but because i walked super fast from redhill mrt to the library this morning. and thanks to my already aching legs, i was early by 1 minute!! although i had to miss the breakfast with uncle steven and mummy. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mmumy was sweet. she ask me "then you late means u haven't take breakfast laa??" i just said ya, cos if i were to say i don't take breakfast so early i have to give a lecture and listen to her lecture. i wasn't in the mood for both cos i have been awake for more than 24 hours already. haha. and guess what she did?? she went to her locker, took the packet of leftover famous amous cookies that the LO bought for us the other day and a packet of milk and gave it to me. so sweet right!! i was so touched. and yea, i had cookies and milk for breakfast. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had to attend a fire drill briefing. mummy ask me to go lor.. and i was like "what a wrong day to have a briefing. why does it have to be on the day when i haven't had my sleeep???" and throughout the briefing, i struggled to keep my eyes open. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya i struggled to keep my eyes open the whole day. that F9 girl ask me where did i go. so i told her. here's our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F9 girl: where did you go yesterday??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i go OCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F9 girl: waahh!!! why never ask us along??!! *and a tinge of jealousy on her face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: for what??!! buat sebok je!! even if i ask you guys won't want to go. cos you said today working what. where can go adventure on thursday. must go friday. then saturday can rest. you guys aren't like me, who willingly sleepwalk at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F9 girl: ye laa tu!! you go with who??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: my cousin and his 2 friends and my sis. you guys should go to that place. i strongly suggest this. but you don't have to ask me along k. i SWEAR i don't want to go again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F9 girl: alaaaa..!!! why you don't want to go?? then like that won't be shiok laa i'm the only girl... some more they already say they don't want to go there. you suggest to them laa.. you tell them you already go... *still the tinge of jealousy on her face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  haa... see 1st laa. wait sunday go lepak we discuss further k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she finally stop harrassing me. but throughout the day i purposely gave my stories to her. about what was caught on camera and so on. she really wants to go there now!! haha!! stupid woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i just came back from the shops with my dad, despite my leg aching and the fact that i should be sleeping now instead of typing this. haha. and i got to play with my baby brother too, after almost a week of not seeing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh!!! i mastered the art of sleeping while standing in the mrt this morning. hahahahhahaaaa!!! from tampines all the way to redhill no seat you know!! those old people damn kiasu i tell you. but the art of sleeping in the bus is still in training. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall post them pixies of OCH tomorrow. i need to sleep. tomorrow still working morning you know!!! see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-4401060525959122087?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/4401060525959122087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=4401060525959122087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/4401060525959122087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/4401060525959122087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-survived-36-hours-without-sleep.html' title='i survived 36 hours without sleep!!!!'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1160383540352407608</id><published>2009-06-24T00:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:03:09.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what's the matter with you?? sing me something new please.</title><content type='html'>hi. i can't sleep cos i'm too full. they made me eat 2 large pieces of pizza, two pieces of kfc chicken, one thigh and one drumstick, one shrimp thingy and 2 pieces of macD's nuggets. and mind you, i had a plate of mee goreng at 4pm. and they made me eat again at 10 pm. ish!! and what's the occasion for the food you ask?? its one of the kambing's birthday today, or shud i say yesterday. and he decided to treat the gang pizzahut and kfc and some macD as well. and i am a full girl tonite. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i have been doing bookdrop ONE WHOLE DAY for the past 3 days cos someone decided to take 2 days "MC" after her off day. so 3 days of no work for her. and who suffered?? yours truly imah. once mummy put down the phone only she goes, "imah!! you on bookdrop!!" and i go "there goes my shelf reading again..." stupid woman. make my life miserable. its not that she's really sick laa!! damn. and today i only got to do 1 hour of shelf reading and the rest of the day i'm in my holiday mood already. haha. but doing bookdrop with uncle steven and mama yati is super duper fun. uncle steven and his endless flirting. and listening to mama yati and mummy talk is quite interesting sometimes. haha. so even if that particular F9 woman MIA forever i don't care. to hell with her. she not only make my life miserable at work laa!! urgh. shall not talk about her anymore. make my blood boil only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh!! roster for next month out liao!! and i still same with mama yati!!! yay!! and too bad its the same for that F9 woman too. aiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today my teacher massaged my shoulders for me. shiok laa dey!!! but not enough laa. must go for full body massage already. next month!! haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i want to talk about something but i forgot already. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after thinking for 5 minutes* aiya forget it. i'm going to lie down already. my back and shoulders hurts. and its my off day today!!! i am so gonna have my beauty sleep and then prepare for thursday. yay!!! so exciting!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pssst!! thank you so much for making me famous!! do you want my autograph or something???&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1160383540352407608?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1160383540352407608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1160383540352407608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1160383540352407608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1160383540352407608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-whats-matter-with-you-sing-me.html' title='so what&apos;s the matter with you?? sing me something new please.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-7369466421488310230</id><published>2009-06-20T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:57:56.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my darling.. oh my darling.. oh my darling clementine!!!</title><content type='html'>holaaa....!!! today my off day!!! once a month i got weekend off you know!! and next week my off is on sunday. yay!! i don't like working on sundays. so depressing laa. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so on wednesday, me morning shift. as usual take bus 851. but what was unusual is that when the bus reached marymount road, a bus conductor board the bus. very unusual indeed!! in my whole life of taking bus 851, including my 2 months working in bukit merah, conductors never board the bus to check our ez link cards. and wednesday, 17 june was the day. haha. and work was as usual. bookdrop was busy as usual. kids were irritating as usual. but my teacher was crazier than usual. haha. mummy was off so sorting room was quiet. but there's another unusual visitor in the sorting room that morning. a cockroach on the ceiling laa!!! LO saw it relaxing on the ceiling, near our lockers. her reaction was "eh is that a cockroach on the ceiling??" and me and mama yati goes "WHERE??!! eee!! catch and throw it away quick!!!!" even the LO scared of cockraoch. -_- after so much fuss and noise from us cos we can't find the janitors, finally a the team leader came to our rescue. a short lady to be precise. she used a stool to make the cockroach drop on the floor. and then she stepped on it to kill it. then she used a tissue to pick it up and throw it away. and her comment when she pick it up "eh eh. very juicy!! want to see??" and all those while, the 3 scaredy cats stayed at the bookdrop area. haha. and then at night i went lepak-ing with the gang, after a month hiatus. haha. and as usual they are as per normal. no changes. good. and when i reached home, i sighed in huge relief. like finally, the deed is done. haha. and so thats my wednesday for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on thursday, mummy face damn sour. one whole day, walk around the room with her sour face. she say she's not feeling well. so we just kept quiet the whole day. haha. and i fell asleep in the toilet for 10 minutes. haha!! i was damn sleepy and was after lunch. very very full after a cheese egg thosai lunch at brinda's. and after lunch i got 2 hours of shelf reading. abes laa. sleeping time. some more aircon on full blast. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, i got 3 hours shelf reading. luckily wasn't that sleepy. but after i knock off, headache attack. aiya. when i reached home, i fell asleep beside baby brother. and when he woke up, disturb me. but headache forced me to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i slept til 5.30am. visit the toilet laa. then brother called me at 6.45am, asking me to open door for him. -_- then i sleep again and woke up at 11am. baby brother came this morning but did not hear his voice. and when i woke up he's sound asleep. and so my turn to disturb him. haha. and now i'm lazing around. wan to go buy some stuffs at amk central but damn lazy laa... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby brother went home already by the way. saturday stay here half day only. haha. and he won't be coming til next thursday cos he balek kampong. boring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited about alot of upcoming events. i hope everything turns out fine. insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i guess thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;true colours are finally showing. so much for the promises. tsk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-7369466421488310230?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7369466421488310230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=7369466421488310230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7369466421488310230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7369466421488310230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-darling-oh-my-darling-oh-my.html' title='oh my darling.. oh my darling.. oh my darling clementine!!!'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-7425682100241316131</id><published>2009-06-18T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:11:44.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>i wanted to tell about alot of things but i am too lazy to move my other hand which is supporting my head. yep am typing this with one hand only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having sleepless nights due to the humid weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog in full force on my off day okay. see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheh!! talk as if the only miserable person is you. gross.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-7425682100241316131?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7425682100241316131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=7425682100241316131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7425682100241316131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7425682100241316131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-3166590488089466427</id><published>2009-06-16T20:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:27:06.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one sweet day.</title><content type='html'>wow. its a very very sweet day today!!! i like!!! 1st it rained in the morning. then the whole day dark clouds but still humid. perfect for jalan jalan!! added all the nice moments, its a perfect day for me!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i started my morning early to meet aryan. he's a very good boy now, no more alarm clock. haha. after he bathed and sleep, i continued my project A. and around 10am, i get ready for project B. although i was unsatisfied with my project A, project B went off very very well. thanks to the cooperation of all. they are very sweet people indeed. ignore PMS people. mummy is one happy lady today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SjeVywxBgXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Ab53o4ixAY4/s1600-h/DSCF1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SjeVywxBgXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Ab53o4ixAY4/s320/DSCF1988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347907781842272626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy anna!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SjeWKbLvE0I/AAAAAAAAAjk/6SdDhRuS7lw/s1600-h/DSCF1990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SjeWKbLvE0I/AAAAAAAAAjk/6SdDhRuS7lw/s320/DSCF1990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347908188365591362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half the staffs of BMPL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not wear my uniform cos its my off day today. see how awful it is?? thank god i wasn't in uniform. haha. after this pic was taken, everybody went back to working mode. haha. and i went off to Tiong Bahru Plaza to do some window shopping and to kill time. they wanted me to have lunch with them so i agreed. i did not want to stay in the library so window shopping laa. haha. oh and lunch was nasi lemak bought by uncle steven (not in pic)and paid by mummy. it was delicious!! forgot to take pic cos was so damn hungry. haha. its the 1st time i have lunch with cik zulaiha (extreme left), the new staff. at 1st impression i don't really like her. but after that lunch, she's one funny lady but quite weird, just like siti (4th from right). especially her random comment about popcorns. "i really like sweet popcorns. that is why i am so sweet in the pic." and everbody burst out laughing. kak midah (squatting, 2nd from left) was commenting that cik zulaiha looks sweet in the pic. thus her random comment. haha. then after lunch i went back home. bought KFC dinner for mum. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh on my way to redhill, i bumped into my primary school best friend, Jehan. we stayed nearby but i seldom saw her. haha. she was going to ngee ann for her project meeting so we took the train together. we chit chatted alot of stuffs and reminisce on our primary school days. and she updated me on what happened to all our classmates. she's like my friendster friend update. haha. she knows what happened to our other classmates cos she still keep in touch with some of them. so yea alot of stuffs told. amazing how fast times have flew by. and i really miss those times when we were still in primary school. the jokes and arguements. special happenings. and not forgetting the tears and laughters. how i miss those things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. good things that have past are best kept as memories. =) okay i shall end here. i had a very very late night yesterday and very very early morning today and i morning shift tomorrow. beauty sleep needed!! i shall end this post with a pic of my baby brother, Aryan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/Sjeb3PWqhwI/AAAAAAAAAjs/rMl_n4dCFsk/s1600-h/DSCF1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/Sjeb3PWqhwI/AAAAAAAAAjs/rMl_n4dCFsk/s320/DSCF1967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347914455842457346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the best pic so far. others all either have his tongue sticking out or his putting something in his mouth. so the unglamour. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i see you when i see you again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-3166590488089466427?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/3166590488089466427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=3166590488089466427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3166590488089466427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3166590488089466427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-sweet-day.html' title='one sweet day.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SjeVywxBgXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Ab53o4ixAY4/s72-c/DSCF1988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-5430239570476387721</id><published>2009-06-15T23:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:37:57.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clouds of time seems to rain on innocence left behind</title><content type='html'>hi today i got the toy from happy meal that i wanted most. haha. okay that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways today work was okay. mummy off so the room was exceptionally quiet. and people were as usual as usual. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and baby wasn't crying this morning. alarm clock did not go off today. AMAZING LAA!! haha. see his face soo happy today. cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... suddenly i miss cycling at east coast. and i miss so many things too. hmm... sometimes i feel so sad that things have to change. i guess its unavoidable huh.. yep i thought of these things while in the bus today. wandering mind again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i got a big project to do tonite and tomorrow afternoon. so i shall end post here. see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-5430239570476387721?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/5430239570476387721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=5430239570476387721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5430239570476387721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5430239570476387721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/clouds-of-time-seems-to-rain-on.html' title='clouds of time seems to rain on innocence left behind'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-2392117598528512668</id><published>2009-06-14T23:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:57:13.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it never goes away, does it??</title><content type='html'>my dad's baaaacckk!! okay late post. haha. go read my sis blog for details. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow baby's coming. and he can become our alarm clock. he cries and the whole block can wake up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i did shelving the whole day. i was only at the backdrop from 7pm to 9pm. just as well. i miss doing shelving. i miss walking around and give myself a headache. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the aunties and uncles have NOT stopped complaining about the new uniform. yep i survived yesterday. and my face wasn't as black as i expected thanks to para and her "security salute." haha. and of cos i got laughed at cos i wear pants instead of jeans. and nope i did not buy new ones. i found my old pair from 6 years ago and i can still fit on them!!! so yea i wear that six-year-old pants. oh i wear my shorts to work and only change into the pants 15 minutes before i start work. everybody was laughing at me after i wear my pants cos i was the noisiest when mummy told me i cannot wear jeans anymore. and seriously, its unglamourous. the vest and pants are all wrong. even the singpost pakcik laughed at our new uniform. chet!! and people like to stare at our name tag. so kaypo. must they know our name?? bloody bukit merah people. oh we received our name tags already so our uniform is complete. its super damn ugly. but oh wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and different people react differently to the new uniforms. some give depressed look while others decide to "embrace" their new uniforms, like my teacher and para. they made jokes to entertain themselves. but one thing's for sure, nobody wanted to leave the room yesterday. all took their own sweet time to get ready. haha. damn funny laa these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... letting your mind wandering is really no good. haha. but what was i supposed to do when i have one hour journey in the bus?? i can't sleep cos i simply CANNOT master the art of sleeping in the bus without a "pillow" beside me. and i can't read a book either or i will end up nauseous. so the only thing i could do is enjoy the scenery and people watch, besides mind wandering. i must think of something to do laa. any suggestions people??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously hate that paris hilton. the real heiress, not the wannabe one. will tell you why on my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think shall stop here. early morning for me tomorrow. alarm clock's coming at 7.30am tomorrow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s to tricia darl: me tired too!!! my off day is always staying at home one. =) anyways take care of yourself aites. miss you laa!! meet up soon aites!! and CONGRATS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-2392117598528512668?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2392117598528512668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=2392117598528512668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/2392117598528512668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/2392117598528512668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-never-goes-away-does-it.html' title='it never goes away, does it??'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-5271409557976210599</id><published>2009-06-12T12:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:20:58.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't waste your whole life trying to get back what was taken away.</title><content type='html'>erm... mama isti just called, asking me to come down bukit merah and help her finish up her home made macaroni. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!! my dad's coming home TONIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we are supposed to wear the fugly new uniform without the name tag tomorrow. and we are not allowed to wear black jeans anymore. and i am supposed to wear a makcik makcik kind of pants. my face is so gonna be black tomorrow. adding that tomorrow is afternoon shift. face will be blacker than charcoal. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 2.30am sweating like i just finish exercise. damn hot laa!! so i went to sleep in the hall. and this morning baby made alot of crying noise when he came this morning. there goes my sleep. i woke up at 7.30 on my off day lei!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm typing this while baby on my lap. haha. and his face is so funny laa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna play with baby already. see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-5271409557976210599?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/5271409557976210599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=5271409557976210599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5271409557976210599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5271409557976210599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-waste-your-whole-life-trying-to.html' title='don&apos;t waste your whole life trying to get back what was taken away.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-7721290062225730756</id><published>2009-06-10T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:22:13.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take it all away please.</title><content type='html'>hola. i wanted to blog yesterday but after i watch ANTM i was so disappointed that i shut down the lappy after that. teyona won laa!! i was hoping alison to win. shit laa. and once again i did my thang by giving this bit of info to my sis. haha. yep i am a show spoiler. =) i can't remember what happen yesterday except that kak yati made me eat half her share of nasi briyani after i ate a thosai. no make it three quarters of her share. haha. and i almost fell asleep during shelf reading. too full laa!!! luckily my last 2 hours at bookdrop. so cannot sleep. and susan and her non stop nonsense. cute laa shee. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i remember already what happen yesterday!! we received our new uniform yesterday but haven't start wearing cos our name tag is not ready yet. i refused to comment on the new uniform cos its like a cross between a security guard and SWAT team uniform. damn fugly. what the hell the designer was thinking man??!! everybody was complaining laa. haiz. i am so dreading the day when that bloody name tag came. and i REFUSED to show you guys the new baju cos its just super damn ugly. mummy, i don't want to wear the new baju can?? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and baby brother had to make funny actions that made all of us laugh yesterday. damn cartoon laa he. haha. today i bully him non stop cos yesterday he bully me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i did something shocking and got another shock from the atm. so 2 shocks in all. the 1st on was in the morning i did bookdrop. then the manager came and was giving me instructions about the boxes containing damaged books. she was thinking where to paste them. and i actually gave my suggestion and she agreed to it. haha. well its the only suggestion so she has to accept it. haha. and when she left i just stand there, blur. i actually talked to the manager. the ever so leceh manager. wow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i wanted to check if i received my pay already. so decided to go to the atm nearest to the library. and the machine wasn't on. it was quite weird but oh wells. i will just check i during lunch. but come lunch, they had put a sign that says machine temporarily out of service. two machines there and both decided to be out of service. immediately i told monster "this is a sign!! i mustn't check my account for money!!" and she just laughed. so i decided to go to another atm near the interchange. and guess what?? queue damn long.-_- and i say to monster again "see?? its definitely a sign. i mustn't look at my pay." i still queue up cos i wanted to eat. and true enough, when i saw the balance, i got a shock. i shall not tell you why. but its definitely a shock. and since i got three signs in a day, i decided nobody could touch my money. so whoever intend to borrow money from me, you can drop the idea right away. i am so not gonna be a loan shark. okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kak julina laughed at my comment on one of yesterday's news. the way she laughed, damn funny laa!! she's one cool lady laa. and mummy today stressed. poor her... and today i went back with monster. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay laa i guess thats all. i actually forgot what i wanted to say. haha. see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-7721290062225730756?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7721290062225730756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=7721290062225730756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7721290062225730756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7721290062225730756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-it-all-away-please.html' title='take it all away please.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-3215494278964856662</id><published>2009-06-08T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:07:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temptations.</title><content type='html'>hello everybody. today is my off day. but i have to work part time. cut kuih and take care of baby Aryan. -_- baby's sleeping now so i got to use the pc awhile. haha. oh i finally get to see baby sit on his own. and i let him go under the furniture just so i could laugh at his comical face. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today let me tell you about my weekends. as usual i worked for the past 2 days. and as usual also i was at the bookdrop but yesterday i was at the bookdrop 1 WHOLE DAY. all because of someone who decided that 2 days leave wasn't enough so take one more day off. and the result?? me standing and scanning for 1 whole day. that bloody monster. and now my whole body aching and my Arts section is in bloody mess cos nobody did shelf reading for me. tsk. but yesterday was also a very weird day. by 8.30pm the library was deserted already. its very rare laa!! especially on sunday. usually there will still be kids running around even 5 minutes before closing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on saturday, during my bus journey home, i was thinking about some things, mainly about my conversations with mum before i left for work. i was so deep in thoughts that i didn't realise someone had sat beside me. you see, while thinking i was looking out of the window. so when i turn to my other side, i was shocked and confused. i was like "eh!! since when this woman sit beside me??!!" and i almost laughed at myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday during my bus journey home a bangla sat beside me. his smell nearly killed me laa!! so i decided to pretend to sleep hoping that the bangla alight soon. i leaned against the window so as to avoid the smell. and my wish came true!! 10 minutes later, the bangla is gone and replaced by another man. and that man reminds me of someone, which made me want to laugh again. and when the bus entered ang mo kio i started feeling cold. so i folded my arms to make my hands warmer. and guess what?? when i turned to my left side, the guy was also folding his arm, same pattern as me. and i almost laughed laa!! what a coincidence. and for the next 5 stops, we sat with arms crossed, same pattern. and he really reminds me of someone... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are alot of things that happened during my bus journeys that i wanna say but im afraid i might bore you people so that is all. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my sis went to surprise rasyid darl last saturday. his friends decided to give him a birthday surprise at his void deck and had called me and sis along. but i was on the afternoon shift. so just my sis and his gang. and i missed his classic surprised face!! damn. nevermind. next year aites darl!! and it was sweet of his friend ter, to plan for his birthday surprise. i am so touched, at the same time jealous. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna sleep beside baby now. i am so tired i could sleep the whole day. haha. tomorrow morning shift and my dad's gonna come back on friday!! woohhoooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-3215494278964856662?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/3215494278964856662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=3215494278964856662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3215494278964856662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3215494278964856662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/imaginary.html' title='temptations.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-715716971606882368</id><published>2009-06-05T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:28:40.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends of the enemy.</title><content type='html'>hola!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is Customer Appreciation Day at Bukit Merah Library. so readers get free balloons and tokens today. but the best part is there is a malay dance by Gan Eng Seng primary girls. i didn't know what was the morning show but the afternoon one was the malay dance. i was so excited when i heard there will be a malay dance laa!! it so reminds me when i was in primary school. when the girls came in to the room before their performance i was like "oh my god!! so cute!!" and i couldn't help but look at them for full 5 minutes. haha. and i got to see them perform, although i didn't get to watch the whole dance. i was supposed to be inside doing bookdrop u see. i managed to sneak out and pretend to be doing shelving with mama isti. haha. and i was satisfied!! when i went back inside the room i smiled to myself as i reminisce my good old days as a malay dancer. hmmm... those were the days of thick make up, colourful baju and hectic trainings. not forgetting the nervous feelings before the performance and satisfied and relieved feelings after the performance. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today i did non stop scanning at the bookdrop. from 5 to 9. tiring laa!! some more now is holiday period where people can borrow 8 books instead of 4. so the returning is also doubled. tsk. tomorrow another whole day of bookdrop. aiyah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to an old friend during my break just now. and the story is so unnecessary. why do people like to feel like the world is on their shoulders only?? why they like to act like as if they have to handle whole world's problems?? actually the only problem they have is themselves. &lt;em&gt;bodoh punye orang. bebual macam paham je. chet!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then another old friend told me of the plans that person has made. and it got me laughing. its quite funny. really. although that person's plans involve lifelong commitments and mutual agreement between another person. yep its a serious matter but i just can't help but to laugh. so i just tell the friend all the best. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and both of my friends are old friends, literally and not. haha. if you get what i mean, good. cos i feel like i'm talking nonsense already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh last last. my dad called from Mekkah this morning. lucky i managed to talk to him. i was already outside wearing shoes to go to work. he's well and happy as usual. and he's gonna be botak when he come home. haha. i need a new pair of sunglasses. haha. &lt;em&gt;my dad is gonna be the next vin diesel....&lt;/em&gt; and my baby brother is coming tomorrow as well. another arly morning for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-715716971606882368?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/715716971606882368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=715716971606882368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/715716971606882368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/715716971606882368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends-of-enemy.html' title='friends of the enemy.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-5492923992107402442</id><published>2009-06-04T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:36:47.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>careless whisper.</title><content type='html'>"it confirmed my suspicions but i feel there is more to it then meets the eye..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading my past entries and found the above sentence in one of my december 2008 entries. and i just realised that i already know what the "more then meets the eye" means. now ALL my suspicions and fears have been confirmed. and i don't like it at all. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby brother made an achievement today. he finally managed to go under the furniture. and he made us laugh by doing a stunt until he landed on the floor. face so classic when he made his landing "pose". damn cute laa he. and now he's sleeping soundly beside me. and i feel like sleeping too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah tomorrow afternoon shift. BORING. but monday off. woohoo!!! okay gonna go disturb my baby brother now. see you when i see you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-5492923992107402442?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/5492923992107402442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=5492923992107402442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5492923992107402442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5492923992107402442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/careless-whisper.html' title='careless whisper.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-5283634550493112933</id><published>2009-06-03T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:50:23.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to find my way back home.</title><content type='html'>guess what i did today?? I WORKED FROM 8AM TO 9PM. yes i worked 1 whole day. i kena OT all because of some people who take last minute MC. and i'm a person who doesn't know how to say no. so yea. morning i did newspaper, in and out despatch and after lunch i did bookdrop and some shelf reading. then after half an hour's break i did another 2 hours of shelf reading, shelving then straightening. and now my whole body aching. luckily tomorrow off. if not i die. haha. i wonder how xue fei and shu min can survive 10 hours EVERYDAY and only gets an off day every two weeks. yup they are from china so they work longer hours for the same pay as ours. poor thing right!! one day of full shift i cannot tahan already. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky got susan to entertain me. if not i no friend. haha. and if i no friend i will start to sleep walk. which is damn terok i tell you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i wanna show you people something. look at the picture below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SiaW71RmIPI/AAAAAAAAAjU/bp7aOvxab0g/s1600-h/Image210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SiaW71RmIPI/AAAAAAAAAjU/bp7aOvxab0g/s320/Image210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343123962579001586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what is it?? let me tell you. its actually a row of books on the window pane. shocked?? well i got a shock when i did straightening just now. someone obviously tried to be a clown by arranging the books like that. but it wasn't funny cos i was damn tired and I was the one had to pick up those books. bukit merah people are all crazy i tell you. whether its the young or old, ALL are crazy. and make my life miserable only. idiotic people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i did not get to see my baby brother at all. but nevermind tomorrow off. 1 whole day with him. =) oh!! my dad send me an sms from israel this morning at 4am. he said his schedule too tight and tiring. well at least he's fine. 2 days never call. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and confusion still lingers. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm tired. see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-5283634550493112933?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/5283634550493112933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=5283634550493112933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5283634550493112933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5283634550493112933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-to-find-my-way-back-home.html' title='trying to find my way back home.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SiaW71RmIPI/AAAAAAAAAjU/bp7aOvxab0g/s72-c/Image210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-7913366936802338469</id><published>2009-06-02T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:28:43.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing's quite the same now...</title><content type='html'>hi this will be a short entry cos i am having a headache but i still want to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i do newspaper all by myself and i pass!! yay!! and then after lunch i learn how to do despatch. and mummy anna make me do 50 books in all. i have to give my autograph to 50 sheets of pink papers and had to scan 50 books and staple 50 receipts and check 50 B numbers. thats why i got headache now. and the jokes with jason are damn funny. but i can't stand when mummy anna and LO jenny are talking. double headache. and today i eat with the monster cos both of us budget. very wrong but oh wells. and tomorrow i will do newspaper again. and most probably out despatch. so i have learned bookdrop, RTOB and in despatch besides the normal shelving and self reading. what else ar?? hmmm... will they give me the scan card also?? dream on norimah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my darling is so damn cute laa. he like to stick out his tongue, has an innocent face but very active cannot sit still. and he has this weird fascination of going under the furniture. he will try so hard to go under the chair, until his head got stuck. and when he cannot go in some more he will cry for help. damn cute. and today i only get to see him when i reach home from work. and guess what?? he's sick today. -_- and he cried non stop laa. which is quite pityful. seeing his innocent face. hope he'll be better tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just don't get why these people can't think for my well being for once. can't they put themselves in my shoes for once?? must i always have to explain everything?? can't they THINK??? so damn frustrating. the only thing they can think of is i don't care already, which is so not true. i just got no more energy. but do they understand?? NO. they expect me to be an energizer rabbit. stupid or what?? and that monster. feel like killing her. bloody psychotic woman. gets on my nerves laa. i wonder if she really had any real friends. so psychotic. just like The Psychotics. i think she can join them. baru sajak. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for a short post. okay my head exploding already. see you when i see you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-7913366936802338469?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7913366936802338469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=7913366936802338469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7913366936802338469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7913366936802338469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothings-quite-same-now.html' title='nothing&apos;s quite the same now...'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1674083976957083993</id><published>2009-06-01T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:18:29.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>curiosity killed the cat.</title><content type='html'>i can't sleep. so hello everybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i survived 5 hours in the bookdrop with uncle steven last evening. we talked alot of stuff. mainly he did the talking. and i learned alot of new stuff again. and we scanned alot of books and transfered alot of books to the trolley to be shelved. and he was kind enough to lend me his newspaper steps list. and so i became the student copying my friend's work. some more with my specs, i really look like a student. haha. forgot to take pic laa. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to mama isti she made me full during dinner today. she made me eat rice with her super hot sambal belacan, with her super hot omelette and her super hot vegetables. she likes her food with cili padi hence the super hot food stuff. and tomorrow my stomach will give a super hot reaction too. just i wait. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh!!! tomorrow or is it later?? k whatever. my new baby brother will be coming!!! i will have a handsome darling too!! just like mummy anna. haha. i will show you huys my darling pics when i have them okay. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still very much in confusion. lost. is it my fault all this happened?? why does it have to be like this?? is this supposed to end?? just like that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SiK7M0Q0JWI/AAAAAAAAAjM/beieg9VzGpQ/s1600-h/Image175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SiK7M0Q0JWI/AAAAAAAAAjM/beieg9VzGpQ/s320/Image175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342037936876823906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1674083976957083993?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1674083976957083993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1674083976957083993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1674083976957083993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1674083976957083993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/curiosity-killed-cat.html' title='curiosity killed the cat.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SiK7M0Q0JWI/AAAAAAAAAjM/beieg9VzGpQ/s72-c/Image175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1036229153267850615</id><published>2009-05-30T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:33:16.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku di dalam teka teki.</title><content type='html'>oh my dad just called!! from SYRIA, arab saudi. he sounds so happy laa!! haha. and guess what time is it at syria now?? 2pm. and he complained that the coffee there taste like herbal drink. so bitter. haha. cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today anna made me learn how to prepare the newspapers. so many procedures laa!! i must ask uncle steven for his list tomorrow. he actually wrote down all the steps and keep the piece of paper in his wallet. haha. and i scan books at the bookdrop NON STOP today. and tomorrow i will be doing bookdrop from 5pm to 9pm. 4 hours straight. but will be doing it with uncle steven. so we dating at bookdrop tomorrow. haha. some more tomorrow afternoon shift. BORING. but monday off. i like my off days kena on mondays. so no need to suffer from monday blues. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i suffered some side effects from one of the bombs. i was like a zombie the whole day of today due to the lack of sleep. i was also not in the mood to joke or make conversations today. and i had a bad dream which i would rather not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me think, "did i make the right decision??" cos from my rules, regulations and principles book, it is supposed to be like that. the decision i made that is. but why do i feel so guilty?? i just don't want history to repeat itself. oh wells. the deed is done. shut up norimah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna go lie down. my back is acting up again. shit. i will see you on monday if i have things to say. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1036229153267850615?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1036229153267850615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1036229153267850615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1036229153267850615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1036229153267850615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-di-dalam-teka-teki.html' title='aku di dalam teka teki.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-8564779362319079927</id><published>2009-05-28T20:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:37:49.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love can be so boring....</title><content type='html'>hello everybody. i was on the afternoon shift from sunday to to tuesday. and guess what?? anna made me do the bookdrop last monday. so i am the official bookdrop girl now. haha. doing bookdrop before lunch makes me hungry faster then normal. haha. and doing bookdrop after lunch makes me feel less guilty even if i ate too much. haha again. cos doing bookdrop requires me to stand for 3 hours or more and have to walk around also. so even if i eat more than usual, the food will be digested by the end of my shift. haha. and i like bookdrop laa!! although  have to memorise alot of things. and i miss my Arts section. today i only get to shelf read once, that is before opening. and then shelving and then after lunch bookdrop all the way. today quite busy cos got many boxes of books from the outreach program to disarm. wah damn tiring man. but it was fun. haha. and on tuesday i had to become a library officer for a minute to scold a bunch of noisy schoolkids to keep quiet cos a reader complain TO ME that the kids are having a party at the corner and its disturbing him. -_- i swear i could just kill those SECONDARY SCHOOL kids. make my life miserable only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/Sh6QEeeF9sI/AAAAAAAAAi8/oNHd0sopEMI/s1600-h/Image192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/Sh6QEeeF9sI/AAAAAAAAAi8/oNHd0sopEMI/s320/Image192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340864614681147074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at bookdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh two someones drop a bomb each on me. and luckily i survived, although it got all my wires go hay wire. and people thought i am a happy go lucky girl because i was behaving noisily. crazy laa those two someones!!! they should have just killed me instead of dropping bombs on me like that. &lt;em&gt;dua dua macam tak pelat gitu bebual macam tu.&lt;/em&gt; tsk. and i am even more confused now. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow my dad is going Umrah, mini pilgrimage. and he still haven't pack his bag. how cool. haha. and dad made a very the &lt;em&gt;tak usah &lt;/em&gt;comment about tudung wearing yesterday. i swear i could just bury myself if there's a hole next to me. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i tell you my new MIO modem makes all my popups disappear?? very very cool laa!!! but the tv channels not cool. haha. and the guys who came to set up the modem also not cool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna conserve my energy for tomorrow. see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your face haunts my once pleasant dreams....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-8564779362319079927?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/8564779362319079927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=8564779362319079927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/8564779362319079927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/8564779362319079927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-can-be-so-boring.html' title='love can be so boring....'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/Sh6QEeeF9sI/AAAAAAAAAi8/oNHd0sopEMI/s72-c/Image192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-3043098707952712709</id><published>2009-05-24T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:56:29.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just random blabber.</title><content type='html'>"because you have all the answers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya right!!! if i have all the answers, how come i am still in confusion?? how come i am still lost in the jungle?? horoscopes are such a sweet talker mother fucker thing. always out to cheat my feelings. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i wanted to tell you some thing that i did today. i scold a boy today laa!!! i felt like an old lady you know!!! but the boy was damn naughty laa. the security guard came complaining to me this afternoon that the eurasian boy that speaks fluent chinese likes to make a mess out of the books. yesterday when he came, he took a bunch of VCDs and hid them behind the books on the shelf. when i heard that i became very angry. then today he was running around the library. the security guard only watches him and follows him around, and not chase him out of the library. so i decided to take things into my own hands. when i saw the boy, i actually told him: "excuse me. can u please stop running around and messing up the books?? if you want to play please go outside and play. this is not a playground you know. and if you want to stay here then you better take a book, sit down and read. if not i will chase you out." can you imagine me scolding the boy like that, complete with waving of the book instead of the finger?? well i did just that. haha. and after that i continue my shelving. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what is wrong with the kids at bukit merah. they are just so damn rude, stupid and freaking irritating. they like to take as many books as they like, take a corner, dump all the chosen books and take their time browsing and choose which books to borrow. and those that they did not want, they just leave it there. and we have to pick up those books. what are we?? slaves?? tsk. kids nowadays are just too pampered. they all should be left in africa. let them learn the hardships of life. hmph!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after my lunch/dinner break at 5pm, i return to my area to do shelf reading. and when i reached my Arts section, immediately i felt like crying. 2 boys, i think aged between 17 to 20 have taken all of the books from one category and lay it around them on the floor. i was like, "are they stupid or are they crazy sia??!!" just about 2 hours ago i did shelf reading and arrange my books nice nice and then they came and suka suka mess everything up. idiots. so i tell kak jamilah anout it. and she went to tell the boys to put the books back after they have browsed them. and so i decided to wait. after checking my reference and tamil books while cursing them upside down, i decided to do self read near them. my motive is so that they will leave quickly and i can shelf read the whole area. and guess what they were doing while choosing which books to borrow?? gossip and bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know that when guys gossip and bitch, it is even more cruel then girls. and i heard guys gossip and bitch before. but i will always get a shock netherless. and so when i heard them talk about a certain girl, i was of course shocked. before i go on, let me get this clear. i wasn't eavesdropping. they were right beside me when i was doing shelf reading so i can't help but to hear their conversations. okay back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they talking about this girl. i didn't really get the conversation cos i was trying to concentrate on my reading. but then they came to a certain topic and then one of the guy's comment really caught my attention and almost make me laugh. they were talking about love and relationships and one of the guys gave this comment: "once you have a girlfriend, you will lose all your freedom." and my reaction?? shocked. but immediately i said this to myself: "ya true. once you have a boyfriend, you will lose your freedom too." and when they left, i tried so hard not to laugh. instead i smiled at some photograpy books. haha. and what happen to the books that they took out?? they were civilised enough to put it back on the shelves, although i had to rearrange them in proper order. guys. tsk. no different form the kids and the old ladies who like to make a mess out of my Arts books. hmph!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough about library stuff. the other day i went to popular bookstore while waiting for someone. the moment i saw the stationeries, memories of my school days came flooding my mind. and i felt like crying laa!! how i miss buying pens and foolscap papers and files for school. and i seriously have the urge to buy those things that day laa!! luckily i think 5 times. haha. if not i could have bought the whole of popular. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, bus journey is never boring to me, even though the route can never change and i can never sleep in the bus. ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my mp3 is fully charged and i want to lie down with my bantal busuk now. tomorrow afternoon shift. BORING. see you when i see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShltbqUi8ZI/AAAAAAAAAi0/cL-BsQhxRa8/s1600-h/DSCF1657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShltbqUi8ZI/AAAAAAAAAi0/cL-BsQhxRa8/s320/DSCF1657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339419155208794514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace to the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-3043098707952712709?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/3043098707952712709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=3043098707952712709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3043098707952712709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3043098707952712709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-random-blabber.html' title='just random blabber.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShltbqUi8ZI/AAAAAAAAAi0/cL-BsQhxRa8/s72-c/DSCF1657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-4853099286224732850</id><published>2009-05-23T08:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:09:36.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its impossible to find you.</title><content type='html'>i got no more mood to talk about my morning shift. i got no mood mood to talk about my night torture also. i don't want to talk about what had made me unhappy cos i don't want to be an ungrateful brat. so let it just be in my heart. keep. even if it hurts. i just don't want to be like some people, ungrateful for the things that others had done for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let some pics do the talking aites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShdH07QeWSI/AAAAAAAAAiM/m9fVUPektAs/s1600-h/DSCF1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShdH07QeWSI/AAAAAAAAAiM/m9fVUPektAs/s320/DSCF1658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338814857856571682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a very hot night and i'm sweating and cameraman wants to take pictures already. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShdIxqwnWGI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yL-Gmw_LON0/s1600-h/DSCF1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShdIxqwnWGI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yL-Gmw_LON0/s320/DSCF1691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338815901399996514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pavillion was damn nice to sit and relax. but cameraman got itchy backside. cannot sit still. so i purposely pose like that, with that kind of face. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShdJwY8f-1I/AAAAAAAAAic/GXRvIvBU63Y/s1600-h/DSCF1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShdJwY8f-1I/AAAAAAAAAic/GXRvIvBU63Y/s320/DSCF1706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338816978949765970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my hot fav. haha. i'm a cowgirl. yeehaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShdKYZyh0xI/AAAAAAAAAik/TqNtZcGmqI0/s1600-h/DSCF1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShdKYZyh0xI/AAAAAAAAAik/TqNtZcGmqI0/s320/DSCF1704.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338817666371146514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a face that speaks a thousand words. literally. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShdLJXwHDGI/AAAAAAAAAis/fTRwAAXSq1o/s1600-h/DSCF1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShdLJXwHDGI/AAAAAAAAAis/fTRwAAXSq1o/s320/DSCF1708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338818507637722210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.O!! tortured for 1 whole night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got lots of other pics but mostly are unglam pics. cameraman like to take random pics of me, when i was'nt looking at the camera. tsk. but seriously, now my feet hurts. damn badly. as well as my heart. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna go sleep now. see you when i see you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-4853099286224732850?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/4853099286224732850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=4853099286224732850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/4853099286224732850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/4853099286224732850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-impossible-to-find-you.html' title='its impossible to find you.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShdH07QeWSI/AAAAAAAAAiM/m9fVUPektAs/s72-c/DSCF1658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-3521219172521978345</id><published>2009-05-19T18:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:34:59.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i just bust your windows please??</title><content type='html'>let me story2 what happened from the 15th of may to today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;15 May, Friday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with kinky dila to bugis to do some SHOPPING!!! haha. she bought some kinky bras, which triggered us to use the word "kinky" throughout the day. the bra wasn't naughty or anything, it just has a very sexy colour. and suddenly she came out with this word and it got stuck in our mind. haha. oh and the lunch was loved!! haha!! and making fun af dila's mini accident was fun too. she was disabled for the day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShKVkabBbdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z34EEMAUCDA/s1600-h/DSCF1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShKVkabBbdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z34EEMAUCDA/s320/DSCF1461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337492961187950034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinky dila and kinky uchu. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at night went to upper pierce reservoir for our "ghost hunting trip". when we halfway entered the place, an auxilary police van warned us that there are plenty of snakes in there and that we shouldn't go in. and i was surprised that the guys actually listened to the man. u see, auxilary police can't detain us even if we trespass the place. but yea, they actually turn back and leave the place. but what i was confused is that the man who talked to us reeked of alcohol. how can an auxilary policeman drive a vehicle in an alcohol-induced state?? but they still leave the place. boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we procede to lower pierce reservoir instead. the trail was super dark and scary laa!! and it was a damn cold night. as usual camera in one hand and torchlight in one hand, walking right at the back. the sound of the insects aand dew drops were really peaceful and nice. really. if the place wasn't so dark, i would have recommend you people to go if you need some destressing moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place was already perfect. but people have to make things boring or difficult. 1st, someone had decided not to join us, although it was that person's idea to go to the reservoir. but i can understand that person's feelings and reasons after reading the blog. 2nd, the "celebrity couple" had to spoil everybody's mood, especially mine, by constantly arguing and pulling long faces at each other. they even wanted to make another "Sembilu" infront of me laa!!! and i told them in a quiet voice : "once is enough eh. i don't want to become your referee again." and they continue their snide comments to each other. but the best part is, they can cotinue to walk hand in hand, she sat on his lap and all that and still continue with the snide comments. like what the hell. i don't know what they were arguing about laa. damn confusing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the climax of the trip?? the celebrity couple decided to leave the place at 2.30 am, citing that he wasn't feeling well. and i was like "thanks laa!!!! u guys got bikes so can easily go home laa!! then how bout us??!!!" damn that celebrity couple. and after 10 minutes they left we left the place also cos i want to weewee urgently. but even if i don't need the toilet i bet u the guys would want to leave the place earlier, cos without the leader, they are handicapped. and so we left the place. then we walked all the way back to 306.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, i slept for about an half an hour while the guys talk cock. and then at 6am i went home, leaving them to talk more cock. -_- then i reached home, bathed then helped my mum cut her kuih. yes she told me last minute. and of course i mengamuk laa. but i still helped though. haha. then i slept for an hour, before i get ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShKjwf5aIfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/yLtIM10mAhE/s1600-h/DSCF1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShKjwf5aIfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/yLtIM10mAhE/s320/DSCF1490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337508561978794482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;16 May Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told everybody at work that i didn't get enough sleep today. and they asked about our trip, since they already know about it from monster. and that monster was off today so i was to be the storyteller for them. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i sleepwalked the whole day at work. i don't know how i managed to do shelving and shelf reading in my sleepwalking state. and the people had to constantly ask ME about how to find this book or that book. its like i am the only staff there. i am already so sleepy and they had to make me think some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my plan was to go home straight after work. but someone had to surprise me with a story. actually many stories. =) and i tahan my eyes for a few more hours. and when i finally reached home, i immediately collapse on my bed, with jeans and tshirt. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;17 May, Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not enough sleep. so i sleepwalk at work again. they ask me, "eh why you so quiet?? usually you would sing and make noise.." and i replied "not enough sleep laa.. i must get at least 10 hours of sleep you know.." and they laugh at me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached early so i sat at my corner to stone. oh i have a special corner for me to sit. everytime i sit at my corner, colleagues will laugh at me, asking me why i sit on the floor. and i replied "sit on the floor more comfortable what!!!" and they tsk me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i reached home, i managed to change before i sleep. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;18 May, Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough sleep finally!!! and when i reached work i greeted everybody so semangatly. and anna said "wah. enough sleep today ar you?? how many hours did you sleep yesterday??" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said 10 hours. haha. and so i sang and joked to them today. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after work had another night walk at lower pierce reservoir. and this time i was scared. haha. and i got cheated. the other day when we walked to ang mo kio from the reservoir, we actually walked the long way. there is actually a short cut to bishan park. there is also a straight and short way back to my place. tsk. i complain all the way to ang mo kio laa!! i feel so so cheated. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the story telling session left me confused, as usual. and i seriously feel like killing the people involved. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShKlE5QT4WI/AAAAAAAAAiE/B33SMs3NHxc/s1600-h/DSCF1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShKlE5QT4WI/AAAAAAAAAiE/B33SMs3NHxc/s320/DSCF1635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337510011894751586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at lower pierce, the part which we didn't go to previously. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and reached home at 6 am and i woke up at 6pm. haha. and soon i will be sleeping again cos tomorrow morning shift. hoho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will take a pic of my corner at work and show you guys the next time k. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will see you when i see you again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-3521219172521978345?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/3521219172521978345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=3521219172521978345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3521219172521978345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3521219172521978345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-i-just-bust-your-windows-please.html' title='can i just bust your windows please??'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/ShKVkabBbdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z34EEMAUCDA/s72-c/DSCF1461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-5928852884644408501</id><published>2009-05-15T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:14:46.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>romeo, romeo!! where art thou??</title><content type='html'>hellooooo everybody!!! (for The Pyschotics: are you guys dead already??) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am gonna do something that i have never tried before. that is going for a night outing and then the next day go to work. i am so gonna sleep my way during work tomorrow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am going to meet dila later on 1st. i don't know what time to meet those kambing and where. they did not tell me anything. tsk. *i bubble them then they know.* haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did you know?? yesterday cik siti payong DRAGGED me to her RC/CC meeting!! i was forced to sit in a meeting full of uncles and aunties discussing their projects to make the malay committee a better group. -_- and i got traumatised by the way some people discuss their unhappiness and bad comments. i don't really know the reason why cik siti dragged me to the meeting. the way she explains make me even more confused. tsk. but whatever it is I DON"T WANT TO BECOME A RC/CC MEMBER. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are out to confuse me. they want me to become a confused woman and then become a lunatic. evil right this people??!!! BUT. i am not going to allow them to confuse me. i am so gonna fight them til they DIE. haha. &lt;em&gt;macam paham je kau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna think of what to wear for later. see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tricia: I MISS YOU LAA!!!! MEET UP SOON AITES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-5928852884644408501?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/5928852884644408501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=5928852884644408501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5928852884644408501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5928852884644408501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/romeo-romeo-where-art-thou.html' title='romeo, romeo!! where art thou??'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-4991142895125152174</id><published>2009-05-12T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:14:12.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the old me's dead and gone.</title><content type='html'>oh wells. the confused creature hasn't called me again after last saturday. i guess that shemale got into some accident cos he shouted profanities at me. retribution. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have decided not to put up pictures that i promised earlier. lazy bug has come to attack me u see. soo apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, had a fun time gossiping with my darl rasyid. and i am truly proud of him for going for his friday prayers last week. hope he will continue doing that for the rest of his life. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously don't get these people. just what secrets do they keep from me?? if they want to tell me about it, just say so laa. don't keep me in suspense by saying "i don't know how to tell you laa..." and then refused to say it even after much pestering from me. tsk. annoying people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i could kill these people if killing is legal in singapore. in fact i will kill all those people who annoy me. especially those bloody students at bukit merah. i just freaking hate them. and not forgetting The Psychotics and that freaking confused creature. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna rest now. tomorrow morning shift and there's auditting tomorrow also. see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-4991142895125152174?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/4991142895125152174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=4991142895125152174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/4991142895125152174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/4991142895125152174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-mes-dead-and-gone.html' title='the old me&apos;s dead and gone.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-2603085390162969606</id><published>2009-05-09T19:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:46:49.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh when will they ever learn???</title><content type='html'>oh oh oh!! guess what happened to me earlier in the day while i was working?? nope the 2nd floor ghost hasn't showed up yet. nope nobody is having the swine flu. okay okay i tell u. a &lt;u&gt;fucking gay swine&lt;/u&gt; called me on my mobile and shouted profanities at me!!! i was not really sure who the hell this confusing creature is. oh the creature sounds like a man, but the manner of speaking is like a pondan. so i shall call the person a creature so as not to confuse myself. and yea that creature called asking for norimah. haha. and when i said "yes speaking, who's that??" , that creature started its wonderful vocabulary on me!! i quickly hold my phone about 1 metre away from my ear, in case i got some swine related infection just hearing its voice. and before that creature could finish what it wanted to say, i end the call and continue doing my shelving. haha. and it took that creature about 5 minutes to call me back. i guess it was too busy spitting out the profanities that it didn't realise i had ended the call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course i rejected the 2nd call because 1) i was working, happily enjoying the real quietness of the library. 2) i don't really understand what kind of message the creature is trying to tell me. 3) i don't entertain gays who lacks proper phone etiquette. 4) and if you are not happy with me, come say it to me face to face, and not through the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess some gays are just full of attitude but in actual fact, they are the biggest cowards alive. the attitude that they show is just to cover up their fears. tsk. i am not against gays here. its just that this certain gay just piss me off. who does he think he is?? elton john?? does he think by shouting profanities like that i will be scared??? oooohhh...!!! i am soooo NOT scared..!!! luckily my collegues are fun people. if not, my saturday will be totally ruined. fuck that bloody fucking confusing creature. i seriously don't know when have i ever offended a gay. as far as i can remember, only old aunties have offended me. i swear i haven't met a gay anywhere at any time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suspect its one of The Psychotics gang members. so that makes the gay creature a psychotic. but one can never be too sure. oh wells. if it really is them then i guess The Psychotics are suffering from some vitamin defiency or a tumor is growing in their brain, thus making them difficult to understand other people's language. i have already stated that if there is anything that they not happy, COME FIND ME. what is so difficult to understand that one line?? stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm gonna go rest. i see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sticks and stones may hurt me but profanities doesn't scare me a bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-2603085390162969606?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2603085390162969606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=2603085390162969606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/2603085390162969606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/2603085390162969606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-when-will-they-ever-learn.html' title='oh when will they ever learn???'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-832757127851392223</id><published>2009-05-07T13:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:33:43.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come dance with me.</title><content type='html'>i have been reading peoples' blogs about how hot is wolverine. now i understand why. WOLVERINE/HUGH JACKMAN IS FREAKING DAMN HOT SEXY LAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello everybody. today is my off day. i have been working the morning shift for the past 3 days. that explains the hiatus. =) now let me tell u what happened to me for the past 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday 4 May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 5.30am and immediately it started to rain heavily. 1st thought that came to my mind: "YAY!! raining!!!" 2nd thought that came to my mind: "oh man!! wish could sleep some more..." but i dragged myself to the toilet netherless. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain was super heavy still when i wanted to leave the house. so had no choice but to bring the umbrella ella ella eh eh. i hate to bring the umbrella laa. but i don't want to risk a headache. i am already suffering from monday blues and pms blues. but when i reached bukit merah the rain was only a slight drizzle, so decided to ditch the umbrella ella ella eh eh. and thats how i chase my blues away. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was as per normal. the cursing of the noisy school kids has increased though. haha. then someone had to surprise me by waiting for me to knock off at the library. and so for the 1st time in a month i have someone to accompany me take the long bus journey home. =) alighted at ang mo kio central to look for my white long sleeve polo shirt. leceh u know!! they want to change the uniform and we had to find this bloody white collared shirt. tsk. after a fruitless search, i went lepak-ing. i was so damn tired by then. so i decided to stone, totally switched off since their topics of conversation doesn't interest me. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i reached home i zonked out immediately. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SgKOm9fJfgI/AAAAAAAAAhs/eYU1iOyE06A/s1600-h/Image177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SgKOm9fJfgI/AAAAAAAAAhs/eYU1iOyE06A/s320/Image177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332981708751470082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dark sky for the past three mornings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday 5 May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today as usual and it rained again!!! i braced myself once again to overcome the laziness and go to work. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i reached the bus stop, i stand at the nearest pillar to wait for the crowded bus to come. i was fiddling with my mp3 when suddenly someone tapped on my arm. i looked at this lower secondary boy who in turn pointed at something on the floor near my feet. there crawling near my leg, is a lizard. not the house one but the tree one. and my reaction?? "eeee!!!" and quickly run a few steps to stand behind yet another lower secondary boy. immediately i turned paiseh for my reaction. but i was grateful to the boy who warned me. if he didn't tell me, the lizard would have probably crawled onto my leg. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised that i missed the 6.30am bus. took the 6.40am one instead. and all the while in the bus i prayed "don't let me be late." and "please let the officer come late." and while i sat in the bus, two things came to my mind: why is it that when you are late, the traffic lights turned into such a pms bitch, by turning into red light so often?? and then take forver to turn back into green. that is what happened to me. the red light keeps popping out even though it just turned green a moment ago. tsk. to cut the story short, i wasn't late afterall. the officer was. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after work, went to dhoby ghaut to meet up with Fat Syahril and Dila. apparently both of them are off from work and fat syahril is having brain damage moment. that's why they met up. and they called me up during work asking whether i morning or night shift. and since i was on the morning shift hence the meet up. =) and so when the 3 of us meet, all hell break loose. the gossips, the jokes and of course the contagious laughters. haha. i did not know they had bought movie tickets and when i ask what movie we are watching and they said wolverine, my reaction was "really??!! WOW!! so exciting!!!" and they laughed at me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was awesome. hence the remark on the starting of my blog. =) but the guy who sat on my right had to spoil my full attention. he kept on sneezing and blowing off his nose that i got distracted. i complained to fat syahril that is on my left that the guy on my right is a diseased man. if the next day i got flu i'm so gonna curse him til he die. and fat syahril laughed at me and commented "no wonder laa you were leaning against me all the time!!" and i was like "i got no choice okay!! that guy should have just stayed at home and not spreading his germs around. bloody stupid guy." and fat syahril laughed some more. -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they decided to chill at esplanade. so we walked and talked and joked and camwhored and laughed till we reached esplanade. and once we got sitted, we talked and joked and gossiped and laughed some more. haha. by the end of the they when we separated at city hall mrt, all looked stoned. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SgKLuxzoBpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/SQO-6Ug2gAo/s1600-h/DSCF1425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SgKLuxzoBpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/SQO-6Ug2gAo/s320/DSCF1425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332978544520201874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday 6 May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained once again when i woke up. and this time i forced myself out of the bed cos i was still so tired. but i managed to catch the 6.30am bus and i got myself a nice place to sit and stone in the bus. haha. and i walked in the drizzle to wash the laziness away. haha. luckily no flu detected or that guy will have to die. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was boring cos my kaki all off day today. and my best friend the monster is on the night shift. so for the 1st time in a month i had lunch alone. so what did i do during lunch time?? i ate bread and drink a bottle of wintermelon tea at a void deck. then after i finish eating i had a little nap. but luckily i set my alarm clock on my handphone. cos i actually fell into a deep sleep laa!! haha. and then i stone all the way til 5pm. i went home straight and just lepak at home. i wanted to go toa payoh to search for that white shirt again. but i was super lazy. so decided to just go order from jason. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i decided to just chill at home and read a book, just like what i did last sunday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall post pictures on my family dinner on my next off as well as my bukit gombak pictures as well as fat syahril's brain damage cures. =) see you when i see you again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-832757127851392223?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/832757127851392223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=832757127851392223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/832757127851392223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/832757127851392223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-dance-with-me.html' title='come dance with me.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SgKOm9fJfgI/AAAAAAAAAhs/eYU1iOyE06A/s72-c/Image177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-59901789416267481</id><published>2009-05-03T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:04:06.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost.</title><content type='html'>does anybody know how scared i am right now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anybody know how hurt i am right now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anybody know how confused i am right now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anybody know how stressed i am right now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess nobody knows... cos right now i feel so alone....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-59901789416267481?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/59901789416267481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=59901789416267481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/59901789416267481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/59901789416267481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost.html' title='lost.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-4171684040883826904</id><published>2009-04-27T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:50:36.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired of being sorry.</title><content type='html'>oooohhh....!!! the Psychotics have decided to keep their mouths shut. finally they get my message. but i have doubts about their silence though. have they really do some self reflection?? or are they planning a new strategy to attack?? more lies and accusations maybe?? hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways!!! lets forget about them psychotics for a while. let me talk about my last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday 22 April:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received 2 shocks. 1st from 2 not so old men in bukit merah library. their topic for conversation is totally wrong. they were already at the wrong place. and they chose a wrong topic to talk. the topic?? "How To Tackle A Girl??" they even had a woman in their conversation. and i got really distracted by their loud voices that i almost wanted to laugh out loud. gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after work i went to lepak. lepak as normal, chit chat and all. but when the clock strikes 11, sudden burst of wind came. it was so damn strong laa!! i was so shocked and scared. the wind made the tong sampah turn upside down and made one of my friend's helmet fly away. yes it was that strong. it lasted for about 15 minutes or so. i was soo sshocked laa. i thought it was a hurricane or something. turns out some strong wind from sumatra i think, is passing by singapore. tsk. scary man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday, 23 April&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a shock early in the morning. my alarm clock is supposed to ring at 8.30am. but i received a wakeup call from someone unexpected at 7am. i was like "my alarm clock haven't ring u know!!! i'm not supposed to wake up yet!!" but the person insisted that i have to wake up and chit chat. and so i chit chat on my handphone with that person at 7am. we chatted til 8.30am, where i have to go bathe and get ready for work. and because of the super early wakeup call, i had to stone all the way to work and during work. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i reached work, i saw a lepak friend. i thought he came to have lunch with his girlfriend. so i stood beside him while he finishes his phone call as i was super early for work. and before i could register my surroundings and his purpose for coming, his girlfriend come out, crying and shouting at him. i was lost for a moment. before i could run for my life, i was caught in the middle of a couple's fight. oh don't worry. the reason for them quarreling is not because of me. its because the girlfriend is psycho. yup another psycho woman. i just don't get it why my life is surrounded by psycho women. haiz. anyways, i was the referee and the audience was a group of banglas, getting ready for lunch. to cut the story short, after the guy declared that he wants to break off with her and then the both of them left, i was in total shock. i was literally shaking. i don't know how i survived the whole day at work. never in my life i had to become a referee in a couple's fight, whatmore from a couple that i was not close with. total shock i tell you. and what happen to the couple?? after 2 hours, the girlfriend sms-ed me saying she was sorry for her behaviour and that both of them are okay already, are having lunch together. i was like "what the hell??!! psychotic people!!" ya those threats of breaking off is just an empty threat. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during the last hour before library closes, i encountered another shock. there's a man, i think in his late forties. he's not right in his brain i think. he will use the computer in the library. then out of a sudden he will burst out random words. i think he uses random words to make out a sentence. and he speak super fast. i can only make out a few words. the most frequent words he likes to say is "United Overseas Bank", "malaysia's prime minister" and "fucking bastard." and today i heard him say something about sex scandal and prime minister's son in law. i was giggling to myself while doing my shelving laa. 1st time saw him shocking. but after awhile it turns out to be an entertainment. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after work, i had the most delicious nasi lemak ever. apart from my mum's that is. my mum's cooking will forever be number one. =) i was shocked but grateful as well. although the word "why??" keeps popping out of my head every now and then. the nasi lemak actually made me forget my shocks from the day earlier. and nope, the nasi lemak is not for sale. so don't ask me where i buy it okay?? only I have the oppportunity to taste it. *feels like a princess now* haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the psychotic girlfriend. i was shocked that she was acting like as if nothing happened yesterday. i was like "she's not feeling paiseh ar?? i am super damn paiseh u know!!" she's all smiles and laughter laa... -_- haiz. psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after work met up with the kambing gang for our night adventure. this time adibah and sharil kudut tagged along. so it was the biggest group we had so far. haha. and the psychotic couple?? they come only happy2 laugh and holding hands. i feel like telling the whole world that they had a very embaressing quarrel in public the day before. but i didn't. i just told everybody i had a very traumatic experience yesterday. and the couple gave me a very knowing smile. tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways we went to bukit gombak and had a little hiking up the bukit. its the 1st time my sweat goes dripping on the side of my face. yes very very tiring. and we were actually hiking on a cordoned off area. the area that nobody is supposed to enter. yup we were TRESSPASSING. all for the sake of finding a hantu. haiz. overall, great exercise but i just can't stand it when they keep commenting that i look like a gothic girl. gross!! and once again, no hantu captured. not from my camera anyways. only the usual orbs. haha. we lepaked at the quarry till 6am before taking the train home. luckily i was off on saturday so yea.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my saturday was spent sleeping the whole day. then lepaked with syahirah at night. we gossiped as usual. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sunday my morning shift. i was supposed to meet the gang for the photo viewing session. but my new best friend cik siti payong had a favor to ask from me. i thought it was for while. so i just agreed. it turns out to be a counselling session which lasted til 11pm and i was there for the sole purpose of accompanying her while she did the counselling. -_- so i had to cancel my lepak-ing. actually i buih them. haha. i told them i fell asleep. haha. and i had to witness a couples' arguing AGAIN. just what have i done to deserve all this man??!! i was too tired to feel shocked, partly because i was shocked for 3 days straight and the tiredness from the hiking hasn't worn off yet. so yea.. i just stoned there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i guess thats all for now. i got loads to tell. from my bus journey to and from home, to the people of bukit merah and many other things. but if i were to write all here, people will get bored. and i will get tired. haha. so i shal continue some other time okay?? til then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-4171684040883826904?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/4171684040883826904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=4171684040883826904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/4171684040883826904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/4171684040883826904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired-of-being-sorry.html' title='tired of being sorry.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-8115182157848372516</id><published>2009-04-22T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:50:31.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gallery of spooks.</title><content type='html'>so now its reverse psychology. -_- sorry but i won't be affected by ANY psychology anymore. i'm already immune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i expected, my words fell on deaf ears. i said sms-es won't be entertained. and i got a damn long sms yesterday. -_- i seriously think some witchcraft is going on around here. everybody thinks she's an angel while i am the devil. you guys obviously did not see her devil side cos its been covered with makeup. maybe i should start wearing makeup so that i will look like an angel too. or maybe not. i don't want to become a minah. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got alot to say but i don't kow where to start. hmm.. okay lets start with the sms. i will do point form cos i got alot to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)by sending sacarstic messages and then "talk nicely" messages, isn't that already starting a war?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) what i wrote here is totally NOT an "unnecessaries". i got proofs, facts and reliable sources to back me up. and MY WOMAN INSTINCT have never failed me too, unlike that someone. and i say what is true, unlike that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) so what if that someone doesn't want to acknowledge what i said?? thats her problem laa. if she's not happy she can confront me. why do you have to do it instead of her?? afterall this is between me and her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) if your hand is really that itchy, come find me and slap me. its not like you don't know where i stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) yes i know &lt;em&gt;yang benar tu benar&lt;/em&gt;. and i also know to err is human. so go do some self reflection on your behaviours before you people accuse me of anything. and if you really can't think of anything wrong with you people, &lt;u&gt;come find me,&lt;/u&gt; and i will tell. but only one thing i can tell you here if you can't figure out what's wrong: you don't know me at all, despite the THREE years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) before you ask me to care for other people's feelings, let me ask you this: have YOU ever care for my feelings at all?? have i ever neglected your feelings before this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)if your close friend badmouth you, telling untrue stories behind your back, is she fit to be labelled as "your close friend"?? does she even deserved to be labelled as a close friend??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) if other people badmouthed you behind your back, there must be a person to start the story right?? and if its about me, there can only be one person that is capable of starting it right?? i'm not accusing here. its just a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) what's the point in apologising when the damage is already done?? people already have the idea that i'm a boyfriend snatcher when i'm actually not. let me tell you this. i have been keeping quiet for 1 freaking year. i did not expect you guys to do what you did. and when i found out, do you think i will just keep quiet again?? its my pride we are talking about here. how would you feel if someone accuse you of something that you did not do? would you just keep quiet too??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) i don't need lectures on anger management cos i know perfectly well how to control my anger. if i don't, i would have killed you all the moment i knew the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) lastly, i don't have any intention to call or meet you up. why should i?? its pointless anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. that was long. but i have a strong feeling that i will get another sms. cos they are all WOMEN. not ladies. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, today or should i say yesterday, i met some of my sister's friends. the main guys that she usually hang out with. and they reminded me of my own classmates back in my own poly days. so lively. its good to have lively friends. tee hee! (as quoted by one of the guys. 'the tee hee' i mean.) but i like it when they bully my sis. bully more guys!! and your efforts will be greatly appreciated. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i guess thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-8115182157848372516?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/8115182157848372516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=8115182157848372516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/8115182157848372516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/8115182157848372516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/04/gallery-of-spooks.html' title='gallery of spooks.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1541059495725671561</id><published>2009-04-20T19:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:54:56.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monkey business.</title><content type='html'>oh my god!! BUKIT MERAH laa!!! i got a job at BUKIT MERAH LIBRARY laa!! its so near yet its still so far. its so far, but yet i felt so near... i wonder if i will bump into someone there. *grinning wickedly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates will be less frequent from now on cos i work 9 hour shifts. so sorry i have to disappoint my "fans." =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh!!! someone wants to start a war with me laa!!! its weird cos i wasn't referring to THAT CERTAIN PARIS HILTON WANNABE when i wrote my 12 april post. but the way she reacts is as if i have touched her raw nerve. i guess she must be like that too. urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think history is repeating itself. AGAIN. you always have a dog backing u up, even now. luckily i realised early. if not i might just become an ugly chi hua hua. haha. now a certain monkey is attacking me, for the main purpose of backing u up. &lt;em&gt;daa sajak laa dua2 monyet.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. if they wanna have a war, lets have a war. but lame sms-es and attacks on the blog is not entertained. after all, i am a lady, not a woman like YOU. come face to face with me if u wanna war okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum always say that never to provoke people. just let them do what they want. i have been living by that principle since i was young. but people keep on provoking me, like as if i'm a statue. so my new rule is "i will only provoke people if they provoke me 1st." so beware people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nananananana i wanna start a fight!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. monyet is a nickname not given by me. apparently OTHER people noticed you do behave like a monkey. hence the nickname. and oh my 'dear greatest fan', i am gonna write what i feel like writing here. YOU don't have the right to tell me to write more or update often cos its MY blog. get that into your thick, smoky skull. and if u are not happy with what i write here then SCRAM. BERAMBOS. GO AWAY. DON'T READ MY ENTRIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. i'm gonna smile to myself cos yesterday's event is damn funny but unbelievable but i still enjoyed myself. and i will update on my family dinner last saturday once i received the pictures and when i'm free. =) till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1541059495725671561?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1541059495725671561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1541059495725671561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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do. as long as they cross my path, i have this sudden urge to just make a monkey face at them. why?? i don't know. maybe i'm tired of getting stares whenever i smile at kids. so a monkey face would send them crying. so far non started crying. i got stares, as usual. -_- i just don't get it. why do they like to stare at me?? i look like some cartoon character ar??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday some of my past memories came flooding my mind. and tears actually flooded my eyes. mind u i was in public area laa!! ish. i don't know why i have to cry. hmm... but luckily the tears didn't drop out of my eyes. i ordered them to go back inside. save it for some other day, some other place. haha. but seriously, when you have an hour doing nothing but seeing the scenery, anything will come to your mind. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone say my blog is interesting. -_-" i seriously thing something is wrong with these people. they are either turning psychotic (i think someone already is psychotic) or erratic or just plain crazy. i have been minding my own business you know. but people have been coming up to me to tell me stories that i obviously chose not to know, but somehow, have got to do with me. so can you blame me if i decided NOT to mind my own business?? its not that i LOVED to mind other people's business. its very tiring you know. but somehow, people pull me into their business. so don't tell me to mind my own business when in the 1st place, you pulled me into your business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid mindless monkeys. go just jump around in your absurd outfits okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-2062347260519775891?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-2054281947901289347</id><published>2009-04-13T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:18:15.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tale of two courageous trips.</title><content type='html'>okay so lets talk about my 2 courageous trips. the 1st one was on thursday 09 april 2009. they MAKE me go to a cemetry on a THURSDAY NIGHT. the cemetry is at siglap road and its in the middle of private houses. its an old cemetry and i don't know how people can live in those houses, knowing there's a muslim cemetry nearby. one of the houses is actually just a few steps from the cemetry laa. scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the main point. why i say they make me go?? because initially i don't want to go. its not because i was scared. but i just felt wrong, visiting a cemetry at night. its like you are disturbing the dead. so yea i told them i DON'T wanna go. but they keep asking me whether am i going or not for TWO damn weeks. i can go crazy if i'm not strong-willed you know. 2 weeks. and my new best friend monster keeps saying she wants to go but scared so ask me to go along, at least she won't be so scared. she said that for 2 weeks too. what am i?? a bomoh?? if u kena possess i can treat u?? seriously if u scared don't follow laa. just let the boys go. but she die2 also want to go. so in the end i got peer pressured. and so i went against my rules and regulations and principles to go to the cemetry at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual nothing "special" happened. just the normal orbs caught on camera. but we met 2 different groups of people though. one is a group of chinese and the other is a huge group of i think paranormal investigators. this huge group actually did some ritual to actually "call out a certain spirit." i was actually disgusted by their behaviour. how could they disturb the dead when they did nothing to you. and there is actually a heavily pregnant woman among the group laa. just imagine the spirit they called out possess the woman?? won't that be dangerous?? what if she gave birth right there and then?? it would totally be wrong laa. just imagine the place of birth on the baby's birth cert. haha. very the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the chinese group, i think they were there to ask for 4D numbers. maybe their medium ask them to do some ritual there or something. they are a mix of aunties and uncles by the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i slept on friday afternoon all the way to saturday morning. and at night, i went for seri's aengagement party. i was exceptionally late. haha. the ceremony was at 3pm but reached her place at 8pm. haha. it wasn't on purpose although i was glad that i was late. i managed to evade The Eewws. haha. and when i reached, everybody, mainly seri's friends, were staring at me. they did not recognise me initially. and so i just sat a corner and see and listen to the people talking cos i was damn paiseh from all the staring. and occasionally, seri sat beside me and we chit chatted. and i finally get to see azilia. missed her so much laa. and yea, seri was exceptionally pretty on that day. i saw on the photos. haha. she was already in t shirt and pants when i reached. haha. eventually everybody reconised me but only 1 lady talked to me. i was surprised. but also touched. cos she's the only one who sees the truth. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great event. even though i missed most parts. seri was a great host and i finally get to see azilia and kak dil's husband and of course seri's fiance. haha. i was glad that i went for the event, although i had doubts in the beginning. i felt paiseh cos i haven't been seeing them for one year i think. and i felt awkward cos going alone makes me feel funny. i had to ask for opinions from two persons whether i should go or not. and both say i should just go. and i had been thinking for almost 3 weeks whether i should go or not. so i made the decision and went laa. haha. i was really glad that i went. at least now i know i was not in the wrong. at all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. that was my tale of my two courageous trips. thank you for reading. i hope you are not bored. and it is certified 100% true and not a single lie is being said. i'm not some pornstar wannabe bimbo who's trying so hard to look innocent when she's actually the devil herself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. that was my hormones acting up. sorry. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh met up with tricia just now. it was loved as usual!! we talked about alot of stuffs. haha. it was fun babe!! meet again soon aites. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i entertained my "adopted" sis too. went to peninsular plaza for her jeans and tampines for her t shirts. and i got a not so free meal. haha. and her bimbotic genes acted up when we were argueing whether to alight at city hall or raffles place. the word that confirmed that she's a bimbo : &lt;u&gt;raffles hall.&lt;/u&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-2054281947901289347?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2054281947901289347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=2054281947901289347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/2054281947901289347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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that she is hot, gorgeous and with a snap of her fingers, 10 guys will come queueing up, salivating in front of her huge boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that she actually felt &lt;u&gt;threatened&lt;/u&gt; by &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;, a plain jane?? and in order not to show her real feelings, which is feeling threatened, she badmouthed me to others. basically her "friends". that is her &lt;u&gt;way&lt;/u&gt; of telling others that she is innocent and that she is not threatened at all. she spin tales after tales after tales of how she is the victim, ladies throwing themselves at her boyfriend, trying their very best to seduce her boyfriend. how her "woman instincts" tell her that a certain lady is trying to seduce her boyfriend. but did you know, some of these ladies already have a fiance or a boyfriend. why would they want her boyfriend for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but did you know, in actual fact, this feeling threatened, jealous and tale spinning woman is the one being the flirtatious woman?? throwing herself at men she fancy, preferbly those with cash and vehicle, so that she could make full use of them. she make strings of affairs and scandals with other men behind her boyfriend. and she's living the high life, or pretending to be so, when in actual fact her life is in total chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, she claims people are after her boyfriend. what does this tells you?? well to me, this means that she is feeling guilty. and in order to cover up her mistakes, she make tales and lies to make her the VICTIM, not the CRIMINAL. pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to that pathetic woman, i have an advice for you : look yourself in the mirror first before you talk about others. it is not cool at all when you tell tales, especially if the tale is fake. so what if you have a beautiFUL face?? when you have a beautiFOOL heart, everything spoils. and do take a note on my little essay above. i quoted u as a woman, while others, ladies. i don't really take you as a lady because in my opinion, a lady is a matured thinking woman, with self respect, grace and poise. i say you don't have non of those because from the recent photos you took, you look like a pornstar, but with clothes on. and lastly, if you do not want people to snatch your boyfriend away, start cherishing him already. appreciate the little things he do and the sacrifices he made. and of course, stop all the affairs and scandals. if not, he's the one who will make the exit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i write all these things here?? because an event yesterday gave me another part of the secrets of 2008. its a happy event actually. i made quite a shocking entry. haha. but at least i made some people happy. i will tell you about it some other time. till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div 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norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1018235507235139466</id><published>2009-04-09T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:05:53.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life-changing event.</title><content type='html'>lets all do the Baby Tina Turner dance!!! *shake your body from left to right vigourously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lets dance to the song "Nobody" by Wonder Girls!! go to my Rasyid darl's blog for the video and song. but let me warn u 1st. the song is highly addictive. if u don't want to end up listening to the song repetitively, i advise u DON'T listen. don't blame =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just so happy that i could burst out anytime soon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just agreed to some request that is against my rules, regulations and principles. pfft. don't blame me. blame on my soft heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am going to do something that needs alot of courage this coming weekend. so wish me luck people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm gonna dance and smile to myself. i'll update on my 2 couragous trips soon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1018235507235139466?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1018235507235139466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>so so what?? i'm still a rockstar!! i got my rock moves and i don't need u.</title><content type='html'>1st it was mummy. then it was my new friend. haiz. their talk is just so depressing for me. its just so easy for them to talk. they can never understand what i have been through. i have tried, up till the point where i almost gave up. but what do they know?? haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways yesterday was another bowling session after the shopping session. i think i have lost my bowling skills. haha. and they have to laugh at me for wearing a dress. they say "waaaah!! u are wearing a dress laa seh!! must go buy 4D!!" -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i stand at my old place. my new friend decided to swap places with me. and i was shocked that people still recogise me. amazing. and people at my old side is much more polite than the other side. or is it because i was in a smiling mood??  or is it because i was wearing my new "my dad could beat your dad" t shirt?? haha. but whatever it is it kept me awake for that 2 hours. i was damn sleepy laa. not enough beauty sleep. haha. oh and SM say i'm cute cos i laugh at everything he says. thats scary. the reason i laughed because i did not really process what he was saying. so in order not no embaress myself by giving a wrong answer i just gave a small laugh. but instead he says i'm cute because i like to laugh. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i also got to oogle at wolverine today. yay!! got sick of looking and talking to gurmit singh already. haha. hope my new friend decides to stay at that place a little longer so that i could have more heart to heart talk with wolverine. =) oh by the way i think my new friend is a very depressing person. i don't like people who make me depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday my NYP friend got a shock when she saw me standing there. haha. cute reaction there. and me as usual, just laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today is April Fool's Day. to those who kena pranked or fooled, haha!! served u right. to those who are smart enough to know that they are being fooled or pranked, boring people!! and to those who haven't kena pranked or fooled, then all the best to u. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1601522524188775810?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1601522524188775810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1601522524188775810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to see my NYP friend afterall. guess where i saw her?? at a minimart. i was too distracted by that small boy that i did not notice her. and when i felt her tapping my hand, i burst out laughing cos she was right under my nose and yet i didn't notice her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had a shock of my life. well i fell asleep around 3pm just now. and then i got shocked by the vibration of my phone under my pillow at 6.45pm. my 1st thought when i saw the time was "shit!! 6.45!! i'm gonna be late for somerset!!" then i look at my phone again. a missed call from mr kambing. then i think again. why is he calling me so early in the morning?? asking for a scolding is it?? then i look at the time again. and i got cheated. its 6.45 PM not 6.45 AM. -_- and i panicked for nothing. luckily i didn't run out of my room with my bathing towel. or i would die of embarresment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm gonna eat honeydew everyday fom tomorrow onwards. haha. its 40 cents a slice only!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-282587637572857996?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/282587637572857996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=282587637572857996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/282587637572857996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/282587637572857996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-post-of-day-i-get-to-see-my-nyp.html' title='monday blues.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1236997054186548279</id><published>2009-03-30T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:01:14.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues.</title><content type='html'>i was waiting for an NYP friend but a chong boon friend appeared instead. oh wells. people change. i am just shocked at the reluctance in her. its been like 6 years?? and all she said was "hi" and "sorry i have to rush". and she doesn't even look like she's in a rush. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i just can't hate that ungentle man forever. why?? because his walk makes me laugh. haha. he simply reminds me of a cartoon character. and i don't hate cartoon characters. so yea. the ungentle man is forgiven. haha. but he will still be called the ungentle man. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been extremely lazy lately. i got so many hings to do but i was just not in the mood and too lazy to do it. my room is practically a hen's coop right now. and my cupboard cannot close properly cos there's too much clothes. and the dust is gathering themselves on the blades of my fan, making my fan not so cold anymore. i even sleep with the fan on during these rainy days. yes, that's how bad my room is right now. i need to chase my lazy bugs away. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i did not do my part for earth hour last saturday cos there's vin diesel on tv that day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone is jealous when i told that person vin diesel is my boyfriend. its making me confused. its not like vin diesel is really my boyfriend or anything. -_- so very the wrong. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats all i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1236997054186548279?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1236997054186548279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1236997054186548279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1236997054186548279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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swallowed millions of gums and she's still alive. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i smiled alot today. haha. despite of the existance of the ungentle man. haha again. one of the reasons is because of monster. another reason is because i have great company today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why i have to accommodate and oblige other people's plan until i have to flout my own rules and principles. i don't like to do this you know. but i don't want to hurt other people's feelings too. but people just don't get the idea that i don't like what they are doing. they are like making me feel bad if i don't do what they do. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-9072702780331306765?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-7574927185500479128</id><published>2009-03-26T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:54:55.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in sleep he sang to me.. in dreams he came..</title><content type='html'>here are some interesting things that happened to me from tuesday to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday, 24 march 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this unforgettable conversation with tricia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricia: (in a very distressed voice) ima!!! this year my birthday u HAVE to buy me a present!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (with a confused smile) why?? what happened??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricia: this year nobody buy for me present you know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: haha!! so poor thing!! why never say earlier!! kk i see what i can buy for u.. (and continue laughing for another minute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went on a holiday with her love you see. so she did not meet any of her friends or family members on her birthday. thats why no presents for her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday, 25 march 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a chinese guy wished me happy new year when i gave him a flyer. he made me laughed and people thought i was crazy, standing alone laughing to myself. i told mummy this and she laughed like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh lepaked at rasyid's place today. coincidently mummy's off from work so we were stuffed with food all day. haha. we had her rendang for lunch and she made her own burger ramly for dinner. and we had nata de coco jelly for tea. haha. and we end our dinner with a can of soyabean drink. that left us totally drunk. haha. we were like pampered children laa... cool. after eating only lie down. hungry then wake up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the gossips and stories. total fun!!! and the best part?? seeing cik abbas new hair style. hahahahahhaaaa!!! vin diesel kape!!! the moment i saw him i laughed like crazy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday, 26 march 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw someone who look like someone from the past. he really look like a cartoon character, that it made me smile, despite being me standing alone. haha. and a stranger saw me make a face at someone. oopps!! very paiseh laa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw a banner that says there will be a tamil new year celebration at a certain community centre. that reminds me of yesterday's incident and i almost laughed. luckily i remembered that i was alone. so i just smiled a tiny smile. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now. i see you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-7574927185500479128?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7574927185500479128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=7574927185500479128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7574927185500479128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7574927185500479128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-sleep-he-sang-to-me-in-dreams-he.html' title='in sleep he sang to me.. in dreams he came..'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1510267525585551650</id><published>2009-03-24T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:59:31.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminisce...</title><content type='html'>i was reading my past post, from the year 2006 all the way to the recent ones. and i have realised that all this while, i have been innocent. and what i have suspected, is actually true. take my 8th may 2008 post. i found out recently that the person i mentioned in that post is really not happy. and i also found out that i am not to be blamed for all that has happened. and i got depressed for nothing. tsk. i should turn into a vengeful monster. and take revenge on those people. afterall, revenge is sweet. but sadly, i wasn't brought up that way. my mum thought me never to upset people. let people do what they want cos in the end they will get their own deserts. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also realised from my older posts that often i have been begging aliens to kidnap me. but those aliens just refused to kidnap me. why ar?? its just a simple request. why can't they just fulfil a simple request for me?? *confused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually enjoy reading my older post. eventhough the posts is written in codes and not in full, i still know and remember what i wrote about. haha. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay cicak is disturbing me. better go. oh i'm tricia for dinner later. yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1510267525585551650?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1510267525585551650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1510267525585551650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1510267525585551650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1510267525585551650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminisce.html' title='reminisce...'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1208438793938419555</id><published>2009-03-23T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:15:04.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>numb.</title><content type='html'>shocking news that did not shock me, but instead makes me sad. how could she do this to me?? how could they do this to me?? what have i done wrong?? haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it so hard to build simple trust among collegues?? must they test my patience like that?? must they cheat my feelings like that?? huh. such idiotic people do exists. bloody hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its a little wonder why its difficult for me to trust people so readily. never ever ever judge a person by their sweet talk and innocent face. i have learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh somerset is still the same shit but different people. haha. and i have yet to meet that ungentle man. hope he's somewhere else cos looking at his face just makes my blood boil with anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ang mo kio library once again have failed to atrract me with its books. they are just so freaking boring that i left the place after just 10 minutes of browsing. thought of going national library tomorrow. i'm in serious need of a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss the see-saw ride and story telling with that someone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1208438793938419555?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1208438793938419555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1208438793938419555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1208438793938419555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1208438793938419555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-things-are-better-left-unknown.html' title='numb.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-7005016447853539548</id><published>2009-03-21T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:55:56.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain...</title><content type='html'>what a saturday. its not boring, but its not fun either. haha. i was woken up from my beauty sleep by a call from my new best friend, asking me to go for the mandarin class. i thought of being a minah buih for today. but felt bad. after all, she's an elder. &lt;em&gt;tak baik buih orang tua.&lt;/em&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after class, she make me go ntuc with her. my new best friend that is. she say awhile. but she took an hour to tour the whole of ntuc. and i have to carry her basket too. people will think she's my mother, with the brief lesson on how to choose a fresh fish and the tasting of the fruit juices. haha. and the worst part?? the bus journey home. she talked about her PA activities, inside stories and gossips and all. mind u, i am not an RC member and i don't intend to become one. but she talked and talked until we reached her doorstep. yes, i had to help her carry her groceries cos i am not confident that she can carry everything on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough about my wonderful saturday. lets talk about my friday. me and dila wanted to go sentosa yesterday. sun tan and the sea. but the weather had to cheat us on the last minute. when we reached vivo, the place just stopped raining. the sun was too shy to come out. so we thought whats the use of going sentosa if thers's no sun. so we decided to go watch dragonball evolution. by the end of the movie, both of us received powers as well. haha. both of us had such great laugh about the movie. and then we decided to sit at the rooftop and soak our feet in the water. we sit, gossip, play with water, talk nonsense and laugh some more. so much fun. we soak our feet for almost 2 hours laa. cos our next plan is around 11pm. so we just wasted time til our feet get wrinkled and numb. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we trained back. dila went to meet bf at cck while i met the kambing people at bukit batok for our nightwalk. this time is at bukit batok nature park. we walked to the park. then we hike up to the park. make me take alot of stairs, make me go up steep slopes, all in the name of finding a ghost. but as usual, no such luck for them. i was glad i did not see anything. haha. but i did saw a huge python though. scary... after we walk around the park, we settled ourselves near the quarry. then they started to take pictures of the quarry and surroundings. and as usual, just the orbs. nothing scary. i was so tired that i fall asleep on that very floor. haha. but ants have to disturb me. bloody those ants. oh i saw a tree that shaped like master splinter from ninja turtles. i did not get to to take a pic of it cos they make my battery flat. but i had a really good laugh. haha. then we took the 1st bus home. reached home at 6.30am, bathed and straightaway sleep. then at 2.15pm, my new best friend woke me up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had the sudden urge to suggest the kambing people to go OCH on the next outing. do you know where they plan to go next?? another cemetery. i was like "not again!! of all places u can go, u chose a cemetery!!" i already told u i can go to anywhere dark except a cemetery. its just very wrong. huh. like as if they can see ghost if they go to a cemetery. the last time they went to a cemetery in cck, they did not see anything. nonsense people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my family witness someone attempt suicide yesterday. and i missed the mat cd doing the rescue. damn. such a great show and i had to miss it. and what did i do?? go find ghost. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay done. will update again someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-7005016447853539548?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7005016447853539548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=7005016447853539548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7005016447853539548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7005016447853539548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/03/rain.html' title='rain...'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-8904579476816716048</id><published>2009-03-19T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:16:06.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh. but still not clear.</title><content type='html'>i am soooo sad!!! my favourite bubble tea lady is gone!!!! nobody's going to make my oreo chocolate with jelly again!! the china lady make not nice laa!!!!! other shops too!! only the one she makes is yummy. why did she have to leave??!! i was only gone for 2 weeks!!! sadded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after almost 20 hours of sleep i got to think some things clearly. do they really care for me?? or are they just making use of me for their entertainment?? hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in need of good books to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-8904579476816716048?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/8904579476816716048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=8904579476816716048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/8904579476816716048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/8904579476816716048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/03/fresh-but-still-not-clear.html' title='fresh. but still not clear.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-289548484356424185</id><published>2009-03-18T08:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:55:14.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is wrong???</title><content type='html'>hola. i'm back. haha. i was too busy to update due to DIsney On Ice. so here i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually its a very long story because its 5 days worth of story. but i shall shorten it. overall this show is disasterous for me. i was sick, lost my voice, i had flu and i was short of a total of almost 300 bucks for the whole of 5 days. and i had to pay them back about 250 cos they help cover some money. and i was almost ready to be a free labour, but alvin kindly covered some for me too, so that i could at least bring home some money for my hard work. that left me in tears. i was so touched. i don't know where the money's gone. its impossible that we gave wrong change cos we had calculators. i was seriously thinking that my table got a toyol. just imagine just 1 day i can get 273 bucks short. terrible. luckily on the last day we got excess. but still not enough to cover our shortage. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my partner, farhanah, she is the sweetest girl to work with, although she was very very fierce when working. and the manager of the show, marvie, she's a total auntie. nag and nag and nag. i argue with her almost everyday laa. its not that i love arguing with people, some more with a manager. but she is just so unreasonable, her requests are all out of the mind, likes making our lives miserable. thats why i argue with her everyday. i was trying to show that she's wrong and i'm right. but no, she INSISTS that she's right. so i have no choice but to follow by her rules, since she's the boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the other operators are nice. the hulk of floss scares me but he's cute in a bizzare way. jamal the snow is damn sweet guy. and hernando is funny but always late. those 3 amigoes gave me headache sometimes but they are fine. customers are fuckers as always, especially the couple on the 1st day. i hope they die already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will post pictures when i get all of them. i actually have alot of pictures to show. just wait okay. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and events of after work is also quite unexpected. someone made me walk around my own neighborhood in the middle of the night. didn't let me sleep until the last half hour. the purpose?? cos that person doesn't feel like going home. -_- and i knew more secrets then i want to. what am i supposed to do when that person just kept on talking?? its rude to tell that person to shut up. so jst listen laa... haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, i don't like being the middle person. it sucks so much. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for now. shall talk again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-289548484356424185?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/289548484356424185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=289548484356424185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/289548484356424185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/289548484356424185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-wrong.html' title='what is wrong???'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1384883112714444959</id><published>2009-03-10T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:49:46.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday.</title><content type='html'>today is my darl Tricia's 22nd birthday. but she's not in singapore as we speak. she's in Penang, holidaying with her love. so this post is for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SbY2lY_eFeI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YcbQQrbAOtg/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SbY2lY_eFeI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YcbQQrbAOtg/s320/Image059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311492826521802210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU DARLS!!!! hope you are enjoying yourself there!!! love you deep deep!!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was so excited about her holiday cos she's going by aeroplane. its her 1st time taking a plane. she's so excited that she actually heard me congratulating her for that when i did not say anything at all. excitedness can lead to hallucination. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1384883112714444959?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1384883112714444959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1384883112714444959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1384883112714444959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1384883112714444959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SbY2lY_eFeI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YcbQQrbAOtg/s72-c/Image059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-3821048078186153368</id><published>2009-03-08T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:00:28.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart ache and butt cramps and back aches.</title><content type='html'>oh what a week. very very depressing indeed. i got threatened not by one but THREE different people. all threatened not to be my friend anymore if i don't follow their wishes. and what was their wishes?? zoo outing by the 1st group of friends, nightwalk adventure by the 2nd group and telling of my secrets by a third someone. i have such wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, i went to the zoo with the 1st somebody, followed by the night adventure by another someone last friday. i woke up at 7 am on friday, left home at 10 am and reached home on saturday morning at 6.30 am. yup i was awake for almost 24 hours and was out for almost a day. zoo and bowling sessions by the 1st group of friends was fun, especially the part where i entertain baby Tina Turner. and during the nightwalk with the 2nd group of friends, i did something unbelievable. they make me do something that i never thought i would do. crawl under a gate to enter the park. just to get to the place that they wanted to go. but in the end, it wasn't the place that they wanted to go at all. and all my crawling efforts are wasted. made me an army girl for nothing. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also let out all my secrets of 2008 to another someone last wednesday. i was FORCED to tell everything. but eventhough i let everything out, the person still say its not convincing enough. how evil. i seriously feel like killing that person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm taking back my love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-3821048078186153368?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/3821048078186153368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=3821048078186153368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3821048078186153368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3821048078186153368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/03/heart-ache-and-butt-cramps-and-back.html' title='heart ache and butt cramps and back aches.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1506962186623188531</id><published>2009-03-04T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:15:41.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate this part right here.</title><content type='html'>i knew it i knew it i knew it. there must be a motive for that phonecall. people will never call me if there isn't something that they want from me. why am i so naive to believe that that phonecall was just to check whether i am still alive or not?? i guess that naivity will get me killed one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why do i always let myself be manipulated, cheated, lied to and made use of?? now that u know something that i have been keeping with me, protecting it like it was some kind of treasure, are u happy now?? forcing and psychoing me like that, are u happy now?? why can't u spare a thought for my feelings?? u only care about your feelings. u said it was for my own good to let it all out. i say, its for other people's own good NOT to let it all out. people will get hurt if the truth comes out. to me, i don't care if I am hurt, as long as others are not hurt as well. why do u think i keep all these to myself for this long?? u think i like keeping things to myself?? can't u see things from my point of view?? can't u put yourself in my shoes?? well i guess not. our shoe sizes are not the same. that is why u are acting like that. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she doesn't treat u like a friend." do you know that hurts?? i wasn't surprised. i knew it all along. but still, coming from your mouth, it feels like u have just stab a knife through my heart. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now lets get ready for mass destruction. i think. i don't know what's going to happen now. all i know is i'm already feeling so very guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need chocolates. lots of it. and coca cola. lots of it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1506962186623188531?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1506962186623188531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1506962186623188531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1506962186623188531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1506962186623188531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-this-part-right-here.html' title='i hate this part right here.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-3157787541451441009</id><published>2009-03-03T00:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:58:47.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere over the rainbow... way up high...</title><content type='html'>saw a rainbow again yesterday at 7pm!!!! cool or wat... for the sake of those who missed this phenomenom,[like my cuzzie darl Rasyid] i shall post pics of the rainbow. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SawMjDP5aUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/2UN40vw3oSA/s1600-h/DSCF0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SawMjDP5aUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/2UN40vw3oSA/s320/DSCF0514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308631857069910338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SawLMQNkAGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ek8-AEQGPzk/s1600-h/DSCF0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SawLMQNkAGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ek8-AEQGPzk/s320/DSCF0516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308630365901160546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainbow on 2nd March 2009, about 7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SawNyyJIvlI/AAAAAAAAAhM/epgk3liUojk/s1600-h/DSCF0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SawNyyJIvlI/AAAAAAAAAhM/epgk3liUojk/s320/DSCF0509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308633226867686994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SawOSmfypwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Bm7JH2Yj_p4/s1600-h/DSCF0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SawOSmfypwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Bm7JH2Yj_p4/s320/DSCF0512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308633773497296642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainbow on 25th February 2009, about 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the latest wasn't really clear cos i think its fading already. and on the 25th feb, there's actually 2 rainbows, side by side. can u see it? its on the 3rd pic, the 1st rainbow is on top of the more clearer rainbow. its faint on the pic but if u look closely, u can see it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing that rainbows appear in a span of 1 week. usually its so difficult to see a rainbow. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-3157787541451441009?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/3157787541451441009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=3157787541451441009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3157787541451441009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/3157787541451441009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/03/somewhere-over-rainbow-way-up-high.html' title='somewhere over the rainbow... way up high...'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SawMjDP5aUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/2UN40vw3oSA/s72-c/DSCF0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1774624828709526998</id><published>2009-03-02T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:13:36.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick and weak from my condition....</title><content type='html'>an unexpected phonecall that is shocking but in a nice way. the conversation left me smiling till i fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh someone wants to go to the zoo this friday and ask me along. but i don't want to go to the zoo. i want to go to the bird park. but nobody paid attention to me. and then another someone wants to go for another nightwalk this friday also and ask me along. i want to go but i don't want to leave the house so late and coming home in the wee hours of the morning. [sounds wrong right?? but its true. i'm tired of coming home so late at night. haha.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, whats up with people already making plans for this friday?? for goodness sake today is monday you know!!! isn't it like too early to talk about friday?? and don't they know that friday is totally a wrong day for me to go out?? urgh. sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i don't feel like following anyone to anywhere. i just want to stay in my room. can?? this is so wrong, but that is exactly how i'm feeling right now. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever laa. we shall see how things go. its too early to agree on anything anyway. my mood is unpredictable. for all i know i might agree to both somebodies. we shall see. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1774624828709526998?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1774624828709526998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1774624828709526998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1774624828709526998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1774624828709526998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-and-weak-from-my-condition.html' title='sick and weak from my condition....'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-2249625335995305698</id><published>2009-02-26T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:50:09.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am NOT a minah gossip.</title><content type='html'>uuurrgghhhh!!! too much information!! i so don't need to know all those things!! but sadly people have to feed me with unnecessary informations that not only make my heart pain, it also make my head spin. i don't need to know if someone is turning into a slut or that someone's relationship is on the rocks or whatsoever. you people can keep those stories for other gossippers. urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the monster. she is determined to make me her new best friend. she is feeding me with unnecessary info too, which i find gross and at the same time confusing. i am so not into having a new best friend, let alone interfering into other people's relationships. ew. pyscho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then another person from the past suddenly appear. AGAIN. i don't know what is the motive of this person bringing up the past for when i'm trying so hard to put it behind me. asshole. people just can't seem to see me happy. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i saw 2 rainbows yesterday. its very very nice. but the thunderstorm before that is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it looks like i am back into my complaing mode. my new year resolution of not complaining in my blog is officially failed. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-2249625335995305698?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2249625335995305698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Dreams....</title><content type='html'>my horoscope says today is the best day to blog, so here i am. haha. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, alot has been going on in my mind lately. its like War Of The Voices in my head. horrible. i won't go into specifics, to spare u people from agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the Crisis Of The Emotion. its partly due to PMS and another part blame it on surroundings. people to be precise. they just have to irritate the shit out of me. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's weird people like the monster. before i go into detail about this, i have to tell u something. i have this "curse" that whoever that i hate, will eventually become my friend. as in when they see me they would be very happy, like as if i'm their happy pill. weird, i know. enemy become friends. so back to monster, there's a reason why i call her monster. again, i won't into the reasons why i called her that. last friday she sms-ed me why i did not follow them for the outing. i was shocked because 1) i did not give her my number. 2) she PERSUADED me to follow cos she's afraid that she has no friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i was shocked with the 2nd reason?? cos apparently everywhere she goes, boyfriend will be beside her. even if i don't follow she WON'T be alone. and its not like as if i talk to her always. i only talk to her when she talk to me. if not i would just keep quiet. i was trying to be polite, trying to not show my hatredness here. but apparently she misunderstood me. so can u feel me here why i was shocked?? and in the end i was the one to persuade her to just go ahead without me. why i had to persuade her instead?? cos she decided that since i'm not going she's not going either. that shocked me too. its like as if i have become her BFF or something. tsk. and i don't know if they went ahead with the outing or not. i haven't been lepak-ing lately. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. people are just out to make me insane. and its a wonder that i'm still sane. amazing indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm addicted to the song Isabel by Il Divo. it is such a touching song. the melody not the lyrics. i can't seem to find the translation. its in spanish by the way. go listen to it here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MQUVwemycSI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MQUVwemycSI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay done. see u when i see u again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-8672259942108952668?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/8672259942108952668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=8672259942108952668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/8672259942108952668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/8672259942108952668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreams.html' title='Dreams....'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-6340018390665273641</id><published>2009-02-20T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:34:51.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hurt is unspeakable.</title><content type='html'>hey hey. i decided to tell everyone that i'm still alive. its just that i haven't got the mood to write anything here. the mood have been horrendous. terrible. no good at all. that explains the absence. and its no good at all. my friends had to suffer too. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the miracle that i've been waiting never came. thanks. i felt so betrayed. add the frustration too. and now i have to feel bad too cos i just cancelled an outing on the kambing brothers. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-6340018390665273641?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/6340018390665273641/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1652737543265557077</id><published>2009-02-01T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:26:45.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never knew that it would go so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 28 January&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing that amaze me: my brother thinks i'm rich, despite knowing i'm jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statement of the day : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "i don't have money laa!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "please laa kak...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to wake up earlier than my usual time, all because of my brother. he woke me up by grabbing my ankle, and asking me to help him. and immediately i said "i no money laaa. u think i rich izzit??" how i know?? he did that to me once, same pattern of waking me up and that distressed voice. he ask me to help him pay his handphone bill. mind u, he's the one getting paid monthly you know!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut the story short, he managed to squeeze 25 bucks out of me. thats all i have, after paying my own bill. and he went out happily to pay his bills, promising to borrow a few books for me. he even took my card for borrowing. i waited for 1 whole day for the book to come, cos i have finished reading Twilight already. and guessed what time he came back?? the next morning. and guess how many books he borrowed?? just one. i was so freaking mad. but the anger just cannot show cos i'm used to getting cheated by him. haiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent the whole day idling around, watching tv and getting myself fat. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 29 January&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing that amaze me: mum and brother wake me up using the same technique, that is by grabbing my ankle. and they only do that when they have a favor to ask me. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statement of the day: itchy backside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my mum's turn of waking me up earlier than my usual time. same pattern as my brother, grab my ankles and the pleading voice. this time my mum wants me to go geylang market to buy her kueh stuffs. i loathe going to that market so i said lazy laa. but half and hour later i changed my mind and ask her to get ready while i bathed. i finished bathing i saw her ironing her clothes. so i get ready also laa. skali when i finished getting ready, i saw her sitting under the fan relaxing, no signs of getting ready to go out at all. so i ask her laa whether she's going or not. guessed what she said?? "u go back sleep laa. just now u say lazy right??" my reaction?? confused. than angry. i siap2 finish already then she say she don't want to go. i controlled my anger by silently eating my roti prata while reading the teletext. its no use spilling my anger at her cos she herself is throwing tantrums so i just buat bodoh only. if both of us angry, the result is 1 week later than we will talk to each other again. really. i'm speaking from experience. i don't want history to repeat itself so i just keep quiet. after all, she's my mum. only i know her temper. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my breakfast, i decided to go to the library, since i'm already dressed to go out. might as well make full use of it. haha. also i got cheated by my brother yesterday and now i got no book to read so library is the best place for me to seek solace. haha again. and when i came back, i ask my mum what she cook for lunch and she happily chatted with me. my mother for u, ladies and gentlemen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at night i went lepak-ing with the usual suspects. i wasn't in the mood, but they insist i come. so yea. i ended up watching them play cards and get disturbed by them. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 30 January&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing that amaze me: i was exceptionally lazy to go out today. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statement of the day: "mak!!! why u keep all the past years' bills?? even year 2005 bills also u keep??!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so my mum made me clean the store room with her today. she did not sell kueh today cos no ingredients cos yesterday she decided to be fickle minded. hence the cleaning. i was still feeling abit bad cos she did not sell kueh today cos i was partly at fault she changed her mind of not going geylang yesterday. so i decided to be good and help her clean the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the main thing that made the store room so cluttered?? bags full of my dad's letters. some opened and some unopened. i found year 2007 telephone bill unopened. my dad's bank statements dated as far as year 2006, mostly unopened. my mum can't read, so she just chuck everything in a bag and keep in the store room. so while my my mum cleared and arranged the essential things, i was parked in a corner, opening past years bills and nonsense and tearing them into halves before chucking them in a big bag. i think i cleared almost 5 bags worth of letters. yea FIVE. shocking right. haha. and now the store room door can finally be closed. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at night met up with the gang again. this time they have a mission. find ghost. i don't really want to go and i almost succeded in staying at home for the night. but someone had to call me a minah buih. so i went along with the kambing brothers to prove that i am not a minah buih. lame. i know. but i have lamer friends. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to toa payoh, to blocks 28 to 33. those blocks are empty cos most most all residents have been relocated due to the en-bloc project. we went to all the blocks but they have put gates at the lobbies, so we were unable to go up. the guys were unsatisfied of course but i was secretly elated. damn happy. why?? cos i was scared laa!! i wasn't prepared to see a ghost at all. actually i don't wish to see one at all. but again, i have crazy friends. no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut the story short, we did not see any ghost, but heard some, from a recording that they made using matrep's handphone. and we spend the night at a playground, in the middle of that dark block. its not so scary, given that the guys made so much noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home at 6.30am. haha. i had wanted to msg tricia darl when i was there. i had even wanted to get some sleep at her place. but i decided not to disturb a happy couple. so i suffered mosquito bites on my legs the whole night instead. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i very tired already. i shall fill u on my weekends some other time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1652737543265557077?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1652737543265557077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1652737543265557077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1652737543265557077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1652737543265557077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-knew-that-it-would-go-so-far.html' title='never knew that it would go so far...'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-7605446501653858231</id><published>2009-01-27T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:06:50.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be missing you.</title><content type='html'>i forgot to state the one thing that totally amaze me yesterday. and that is the different reactions people gave me when i ask "can i poke your egg yolk??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;different reactions by different individuals.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;male A : "i will slap your face you know!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;male B : "cannot laa..." and at the same time trying to cover his egg yolk with his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;male C : "cannot!! u poke and tables will fly off i tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;male D : "don't!!! or i shall not speak to you ever again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;female E : "don't laa!!!"  pitch slightly higher then usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;female F : "go away laa you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all gave the same reactions, but different styles. i asked why the reaction. all gave the same answer. its to save for the last, where they will put the runny yolk into their mouth at one go. then they will feel the yolk "explode" in the mouth. -_- i just don't like to do that cos i don't like the taste of the yolk itself. so i don't really share their sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, whenever i got a runny yolk, i will poke it immediately, to cover my disappointments of not getting to poke at other peoples' yolks. and also to entertain myself of course. i told you poking egg yolks is a sheer pleasure for me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should do this more often. to more different people that is. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i almost had a heart attack caused by a bloody flying cockroach that entered my room by the open window. my mum REFUSED to leave the toilet where she was washing the clothes to help me kill that bloody insect. so i had to it MYSELF. with Baygone that is. luckily the men are not at home. if not they will surely laugh at my antiques. i shall save my embaressment and not talk about it. all i can say is that bloody cockroach is dead. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-7605446501653858231?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7605446501653858231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=7605446501653858231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7605446501653858231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/7605446501653858231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/01/spice-up-my-life.html' title='i&apos;ll be missing you.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-5054758236020403409</id><published>2009-01-26T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:39:00.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am your angel of music....</title><content type='html'>here are updates!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday, 24 january&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing that amaze me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) good food doesn't turn me on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i like family gatherings, except the questions to me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statement of the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "u saw me why never say hi???" by my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "i was disturbed by a pontianak!!!" by my rasyid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "klua!! klua!!" (read: go out!! go out!!) by my 1 year old niece farihah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "ayah!!! klua!!" but in a very soft voice, by farihah again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my saturday was spent at kak aidah's new house. she had a prayer session / house-warming party that day. so all my uncles and aunties, including the little soldiers of cousins were there. its just a small affair, with only both sides of her families and her close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, i decided to stay at 1 corner and enjoying seedless grapes, away from the attention of the uncles and aunties, to avoid the unavoidable questions. and of course i did not succeed. unavoidable mah.. that is the only sad part about family gatherings. and yea, the main food i only consumed was the grapes. nice and juicy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the stories from rasyid. impressive. if i were him, i would have sworn not to go out of the house ever again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's a part where me and farihah got cheated. poor girl. she taught she's going to the shops. but in the end, her father went without her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's this cute baby. she's the daughter of one of kak aidah's friends. she looked so damn cute. but i guess she's scared of strangers, unlike my niece. she went around, following my aunts and grandmother, but all the time had a very cramped face, as if she's ready to explode into cries anytime. but she's still willing to allow herself be carried by strangers. total cuteness. went i carried her, i asked her, "why your face is like as if u kena abused like that??" and she just stared at me with her big eyes and heavy cheeks. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we came home with 2 bags of "treasures", courtesy of miss ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sunday, 25 january&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing that amaze me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)i can be really quiet when i don't feel like talking and i can be very noisy when i got too much energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i had reunion dinner too, although its not with my family. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statement of the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "he's a gangster you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "i'm a gangster now okay. don't try to be funny with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "kau kan bechok!!" (read: u are talkative what!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "wah. so quiet. ghost land ar??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lepak-ed at home during the day, reading twillight, courtesy of miss ina again. i know its like so yesterday. but that's just me. always behind others. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lepak-ed with the kambing brothers at night. mamat wanted to bleach his hair. yup, BLOND. and the stylist, non other than his best friend,snorlax. haha. i tell u, watching them both is the same as watching comedy. both of them made so much noise, which is the equivalent of ten peoples' noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the outcome?? that guy is now a certified mat rep. hair totally yellow. can become a gangster now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went home at around 11.30, after the mat got other plans. i decided to go home early cos i was just wasn't in the mood for conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, i became the couch potato, watching chinese movies til 5 am. 1st time sia doing it. but i just couldn't sleep. so watch tv laa. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday, 26 january&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing that amaze me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my brother is so manja. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i miss getting hong baos from my dad's collegues and my neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statement of the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "where got solar eclipse?? mum cheat me seh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "yeh!!!! parents give money!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i got cheated. i didn't get to see the solar eclipse. maybe it happen too fast. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although today is the 1st day of lunar new year, its surprisingly quiet. amazing. and i spent almost a day entertaining my brother. mainly its scratching his back. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tv got no nice movies to watch so i read twillight instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. see u when i see u again. Xin Nian Kuai Le everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-5054758236020403409?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/5054758236020403409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=5054758236020403409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5054758236020403409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/5054758236020403409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-your-angel-of-music.html' title='i am your angel of music....'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-6687885109842694325</id><published>2009-01-23T14:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:18:20.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't forbid my desire....</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;wednesday, 21 january&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing that amaze me: monster buy lollipop for me laa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statement of the day: &lt;em&gt;"eh sape tu?? takotnye!!"&lt;/em&gt; (read: eh who's that?? so scary sia!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always the same sentence everytime someone calls me and i happen to be in the living room where my father likes to pray. what's so scary sia... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday, 22 january&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing that amaze me: 1) a 20 year old admitting to the world that he is a mummy's boy. cool or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) a 20 year old can have a more mature conversation than a 30 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "i like u, u like me. but why u reject me??" tak paham laa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) being the middle girl is no fun at all. but i am always being put in the middle. why ar??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statement of the day: 1) "eh salah bus laa!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "where's my son ar?? how come all look alike seh??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went for my brother's P.O.P with mum and sis. met one of my aunty,who's going for the same event. and so the 2 aunties chit chatted, to the much delight of my sis and me. why?? cos we have someone to entertain my mum's complains and grumbles. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when we reach CCK interchange, my aunt confidently went to the bus lane that says "QIAN HU SHUTTLE BUS." she say thats the correct bus, with much confidence. and so we waited for about half an hour for the bus. when it reached, we happily board the bus, thinking it will send us straight to the Home Team Academy. skali an uncle board and ask the driver whether the bus go to Home Team Academy. guess what the driver say. "no laa!! this bus go to qian hu FISH FARM!!" and all of us started laughing. luckily the driver was kind enough to send us to the Academy, with no charge. so we happily got a shuttle bus, while others had to take the public transport. haha. i tell u, the reaction of the aunties damn funny laa. no words to describe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during the ceremony, both aunties busy looking for their sons. "is that him?? is that him??"  only after they took off their hats that they recognised their sons. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya so the 2 aunties stick together the whole day, til we parted at YCK station. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SXl4X4DeD1I/AAAAAAAAAgs/hneRSV2hI3w/s1600-h/DSCF0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SXl4X4DeD1I/AAAAAAAAAgs/hneRSV2hI3w/s320/DSCF0499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294395188529991506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother, the PIMP. ooppps!! salah. the POLICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SXl41PmIN1I/AAAAAAAAAg0/UIpKeVWhfBM/s1600-h/DSCF0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SXl41PmIN1I/AAAAAAAAAg0/UIpKeVWhfBM/s320/DSCF0495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294395693065582418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt, and cuzzies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday, 23 january&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statement of the day: 1) "damn that store IC!! i want to go play bowling but she made me stay in the store!!! i never play bowling before u know!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) dad: ur cousin just gave birth to a baby girl. me: since when she got pregnant??!! dad: don't know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st statement is from a kambing in khatib camp named snorlax or given name muhammad farhan. he had to make me laugh, despite my sleepiness. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd one was at noon. my cousin from my dad's side just gave birth to her 1st baby after a 4 year marriage. didn't hear any stories of her getting pregnant, skali came the news she gave birth already. coolness. can't wait to see the baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats all. stay tuned for more of my statements of the day and things that amaze me. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-6687885109842694325?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/6687885109842694325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=6687885109842694325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6687885109842694325'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>well, i finally turned 22. what i wanted i didn't really get it. actually, i got NONE of those things. haha. but it was still a very nice day, thanks to my family. and of course, to those who wished me at midnite and also to a certain kambing. thank you all. love you people loads!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, some things and some people just never fail to amaze me. here is the list that amaze me for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- a 3 year old boy can be so charming and gentleman, til it melts your heart, while a 25 year old man doesn't even know how to be a proper man, let alone be a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- a person can have a very sharp tongue, til reaching a point where they didn't realise what they have said hurts someone's heart. worse, they thought what they have said that hurt people is a very funny joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- the least favorite and unexpected person is the person whom actually touched your heart by showing a simple gesture, while your own best friend actually can't find time to wish u happy birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- a very very late-coming bus can actually bring out all the expletive words out of me. i am a very patient girl, except while waiting for those bloody late buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- people like to ask me questions that i have no idea what the answer is. sort of "bonus question" if u like. and of course, whenever i ask, "why do you have to that??" and the answer will be "see laa u. u will never understand all these things."&lt;br /&gt;if u know i will never understand, why bother to ask ME in the 1st place?? go ask other people laa!! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- my mum is really a gangster. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. i think there are more, but i just couldn't remember it. haha. tricia actually really take my threat seriously by updating her blog. so i must update too, in case she declare MY blog extinct. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i have loads to complain for the past few days. but i have decided, new year = no more nonsense complains in blog. pity my blog, having to suffer my complains and naggings for the past 3 years. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's about it. will update when i have something to say. til then, take care all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have been wishing on the 1st star i see every night....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1226361575416474014?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-5430302541456475980</id><published>2009-01-13T00:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:24:07.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T NEED THE REMINDERS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>thank you to those who remind me EVERYDAY that im getting old SOON. tsk. how i wish i could find a cave and hide myself there forever. i don't know whether to laugh, cry or be angry. people are counting down on my birthday and calling me old EVERYDAY. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been missing for the past week. what have i been doing?? killing those ants that walk all over my hands and legs. really. just that. and they don't just walk you know. they BITE too. bloody ants. i am still curious as to where they come from. and its always on me that they walk. i never hear any of my family members complaining. so i guess its just me. tsk. bloody ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, reviving the old days is quite fun, not to mention the sadness. although its totally different people and people i did not expect to do those things. but, once in a while is fun. not everyday. i cannot take it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday, i had an eye opener experience. so very the sad, that's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;to think those kind of things exist in singapore. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today is my cuzzie, Hafiz's birthday. i don't know how to contact him cos he doesn't have a handphone. so i just wish him here. so, &lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAFIZ!!!!&lt;/u&gt; don't be naughty2 k. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SWttcy-U5rI/AAAAAAAAAgk/FTNMlM3wdws/s1600-h/DSCF0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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type='html'>i need something powerful to break this curse. i just can't stand it anymore. but i am so helpless and hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-4254996280391726048?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/4254996280391726048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=4254996280391726048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/4254996280391726048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/4254996280391726048'/><link 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movers. yea, the 5 of us me, my bro, my sis, rasyid and hafiz and not forgeting the chief movers, kak ina and abg mas suryadi. haha. together we are the Cousin Movers. haha. so now let me tell u a little story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we start the day at 10.30, met up at YCK mrt to go to yishun. we walked from yishun mrt to my aunt's place as it was near. but as we were busy gossipping, we didn't realised we took the long route instead. then while walking, we saw lots of water apple trees. its a very nice fruit. go search if u want to know how it looks like. and so i asked rasyid to go pluck some as it looks so delicious on those trees. then we happily stroll to my aunt's place, eventhough we were fasionably late. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as me, sis and rasyid the place, all the cupboards and and stuffs were already outside the house. i was surprised that, for a room, her my cousin's belongings are quite plenty. its like moving the whole house instead of just a room. haha. and as a habit, once we reached the house, we will straight away go into the kitchen cos that's where my aunt is usually. and true enough, she was cooking for the dinner at her daughter's new place tonight. she wants to cook alot of stuff fro a few guest, but she's the only one doing. her 1st daughter is already at her new house while her second daughter has already left with the fiance to fetch the lorry and her 3rd child has not yet reached puberty to help out in the kitchen. so its up to us, the sisters to help out. as soon as she saw us, she say "good u people are here. ima come help me stir the food in the pot. lina come help me cut the onions." and so we become little nyonyas, preparing food in the kitchen. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when everybody's reached and done with lunch, we started the moving. we started moving the heavy stuffs like the cupboards and dressing table. those stuffs a freaking heavy laa. lucky there's the boys, including abg mas suryadi. haha. and when the lorry is fully loaded, the boys and my sis went over to the new place to help out, while me and rasyid help out kak ina in cleaning out the rooms at yishun. i psycho-ed her to move into the now vacant room that her sis had used before. me and rasyid were giving her ideas where to put what furniture and so on. the interior designers almost won, but the big boss, our aunt had to step in, with HER ideas. so we just kept quiet and do our things. had fun fixing the bed with rasyid. 1st time do all those stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the 1st time also, i witnessed the stuffs that these people have. from the many tables, matresses, TV sets and also baju kurungs. will u belive me that before the move, my grandmother slept on under 4 matresses?? and in my aunt's from, they had an unfixed small table ontop of the cupboard, as well as under the bed and also a few around the house and in other rooms. and also the amount of baju kurung they had, they can easily open a shop and sell nice baju kurungs. and in each room, its a must to have a TV set. they stay in 4 room flat but they have at least 6 TV sets. totally shocking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we moved the cupboards and beds and tables into her new room, its my job to move the clothes over. and for the 1st time i had to fold other people's underwear besides my family's. haha. i had to move kak ina's clothes to her new room and also her sisters clothes from the parents room to the other room, where she will sleep with my grandmother. and let me tell you something, for a primary 3 kid, her clothes a plenty, and her panties are kinky too. gross.  and we can't stop laughing when we saw kak ina's bra collection. and rasyid has to frequently ask, "i just don't get it. why u girls need so many bras for??" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amd when the boys are back, we helped them with the boxes pulak. its like i had to multitask you know. and in this 2nd trip, my mum and rasyid's mum followed, bringing the food over as well. the funny part is when they left the sambal in the lorry. both aunties sat infront, with the bags, and yet they still can forget. the aunties at sembawang already started panincking and the aunty at yishun started making noise about her hard work getting lost. total madness. and during all the commotion, abang mas suryadi and my sis happily took the sambal back to yishun again and only bringing it on the 3rd trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the second trip, my sis came back with a really funny story. she overheard at sembawang kak aida talking to her friends about how the room color was purple and her husband wanted to paint it some other color. she kept on going that she had wanted the purple and he doesn't want the purple. and in frustration, her husband, abang beb burst "purple is pondan you know!!" and that comment left the wife speechless. when we heard the story, the whole house in yishun burst out laughing. and the best part, when we were clearing the last of her stuffs, we foung her enlarged wedding photo. and guessed what was the color of the wedding baju?? PURPLE. i saw it 1st and quickly showed it to kak ina. and the both of us laughed like mad women. haha. and in case u don't know, pondan is malay for gay. and so we kept repeating purple is pondan, and rasyid had to write it on post it notres and stick it randomly on thr boxes and the dressing table. joke of the day man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when all the stuffs are brought over, its time to move the people pulak. haha. we finished everything around 7 plus. the rooms in yishun is halfway done. but we were excited about the new house so we forced kak ina to do her room tomorrow. while waiting for her, we joked and laughed at the living room, young and old interacting. had fun laughing at abang mas suryadi, him being the driver as well as the mover. haha. and when all is done, we finally went to sembawang, having a pit stop at admiralty 1st to pick up another aunt with a soldiers of cousins as well as my grandma. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached sembawang, its all chaos. with the aunties chatter, the kids' noise and the hungry boys. haha. the house is windy. nice place. we sat until 10, when the aunties make noise complaining tiredness when all they did was to carry the food in the lorry. cuteness. but kak ina wasn't going to let go of me and sis that easily. she told my mum that she needed help in cleaning the sembawang house pulak, since kak aida sparained her neck. since my uncle is coming back to sembawang after sending the aunties home, we had to stay and wait for my uncle to come back and then abang mas suryadi will send us home. and so i became the domestic maid, help cleaning the food table as well as kak aida's and abang beb's wardrobes. i, maria washed the dishes while richard, abang mas suryadi helped wipe the table. haha. and after that, i had to witness another collection of bras. 1st it was bikinis and bras. then it was maternity bras and bikinis and bras. by the end of the day, i was traumatised. haha. and playing with my niece after so long surely is fun, except the part where she bounced up and down on my already cramped stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left the house at 1 am, with the kids being forced to bed and the maids tired and worn out. richard happily slept on the bed when we were sorting the wardrobe. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea we have a new water heater!!! haha. so that was my day yesterday, being a multitasked girl, witnessing all sorts of things. haha. it was a different feeling altogether when i moved house almost 10 years ago. must go and think why. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna go date mr jam now. see ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-6367871044558639384?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-6310598163927382264</id><published>2009-01-01T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:13:50.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post of 2009.</title><content type='html'>and so the day is almost over. so fast. tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to watch fireworks despite the fact that my heart was totally not into it. waited for about an hour and a half, with nothing to do except entertaining myself with stupid things like creating an imaginary grave, disturb people and getting laughed at cos i was being restless. and the fireworks was only for 10 minutes. for all the waiting and boredness, i got rewarded with 10 minutes only. tsk. and the display really left me sad and depressed instead of entertaining me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i watch those things popping, all the events of 2008 played through my mind. as much as i want to forget it, i just can't. it really left a huge print in my head and heart. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as we walked away from the place to find a less crowded place i was like, "there goes 2008.." over and over. i just couldn't stop. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone had to touch my heart with the gestures. oh how i long for those gestures, eventhough the person did it unknowingly and jokingly. i was shocked but pleased at the same time. the 1st real smile of 2009 i must say. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. life must continue. even if it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-6310598163927382264?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-8546152208078296876</id><published>2008-12-31T02:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:40:52.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of 2008.</title><content type='html'>ah. in about 20 hours or so, the new year will emerge. how sad. time fly by so fast. its not like i was having fun also. yet, time still go away like there's no tomorrow. what's the rush?? can somebody please tell me?? haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where have i been the past few days?? nowhere in particular, except i helped tricia settle down at her new place yesterday. hopefully she more happy there. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep cos my stomach is bloated cos i had to eat a packet of lontong goreng when i already ate ban mian earlier. yes. me. eat. so late at night. wrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets talk about my 2008. hmm. all i know that its a very depressing year for me. with so many 1st times of doing something. and also the shocking happenings. and also the heart pain happenings. and also the oh-wells-whatever happenings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its also the year where i forgot how to laugh. its also the year where i stopped being too friendly to strangers. its also the year where people abandon me for reasons such as to spend more time with boyfriend/girlfriend and such. its also the year where my smile officially becomes fake. its also the year where i got cheated from the people i actually trust. its also the year where my heart has a hole in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its also the year where i realised and understood many things. like people around me. like about myself. like about my family. like about my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in conclusion, my brain worked alot this year. it has been hard work i must say. but no regrets whatsoever. except for that one incident of course. it has been a wonderful journey, with the roller coaster rides and others as well. haha. and now i have to find another place for yet another journey. haiz. never give me chance to even rest awhile. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay laa i guess thats all for my eve of new year post. you don't have to understand what i write here. really. and i'm NOT going to wish you people a happy new year cos i'm not happy and not that excited about new year at all. apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-8546152208078296876?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/8546152208078296876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>4 more days.</title><content type='html'>and so i slept through the whole of saturday light. haha. yesterday's plan was abit wrong but i managed to enjoy myself. it wasn't as scary as the 1st time though. haha. and the chats. funny but at the same time left me clueless. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a news from someone really left me disturbed. somehow i felt so wrong. i just hope the person is happy with the decision made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in less than a week, we'll be celebrating new year AGAIN. why time fly so fast ar?? cannot slow down a bit eh?? i stress u know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... maybe i should plan a new year resolution. there's always 1st time for something right?? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from today onwards, i declare myself allergic to cold water. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-3938735061180679140</id><published>2008-12-26T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:22:26.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wonders.</title><content type='html'>its amazing how some people can make you feel so small and useless. its also amazing how some people can really make you feel good and useful, despite the fact that they are just consoling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the uncle today really is very noisy. i don't mind chatty cab drivers but today is really a wrong day to chat. i was having a headache, feel like vomitting, in a pms mood and also because i had to start my day with an ice cold bath. but he is a nice uncle, although he say youngsters nowadays don't know how to cook nice food because they lack of love. -_- sad to say, but i have to agree on that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was forced to bathe ice cold water cos no time to boil water. but boiling water to bathe really reminded me of those times during my primary one days when my house still doesn't have a water heater. i would squat in the toilet, naked, early in the morning just to wait til the water boils. then i would watch my mum pour the water into the basin. then watch the cold water from the tap running so as to make the hot water warm enough for bathing. after that then can start bathing. but now, i have to boil my own water, pour myself and everything before i could bathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so tonight i'm gonna do something that i don't really wanna do. i wonder how am i going to survive. okay gonna go be a maid and clean the warzone. happy boxing day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-6404488186967940793</id><published>2008-12-25T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:16:19.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need chocolate.....</title><content type='html'>good morning everybody!!! i was forced to wake up early today, because some people just refused to wake up. see, if they refuse to wake up, can. i refuse to wake up, cannot. i have to do everything just because i'm the eldest. oh wells. the world is never fair to begin with. let them freeze to death later. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna go see what's on tv today. hope there's fun shows to watch, unlike yesterday. merry christmas everyone, although i don't celebrate it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-6432900747527373813</id><published>2008-12-24T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:18:57.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy day.</title><content type='html'>of all the hot days, the water heater chose to break down on a cold day like today. and i had to bathe in a freezing cold water on a freezing cold day. and the coldness just seep through the bone. i wonder how long will this have to last. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tv is so not entertaining me. stupid shows all along. BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my darla cuzzie is seriously sick. something must be bothering him until he fell so sick. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could too but just can't afford it. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear witch, can i just kill u?? please??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-6432900747527373813?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/6432900747527373813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=6432900747527373813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6432900747527373813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6432900747527373813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/rainy-day.html' title='rainy day.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1832776267596855639</id><published>2008-12-23T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T02:21:01.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>帶我走.</title><content type='html'>oh wells. i guess the sentence is "be happy with what you have. don't be too greedy cos you will lose everything if you are greedy." but somehow i felt cheated, being used. is it?? or do i think too much?? oh wells. just settle with what you have okay norimah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is a superwoman, with hands and butt like a hulk. haha. the other day, she broke a ladle handle while cooking. then she confessed that she always broke the clothes pegs whenever she hang clothes to dry. and just yesterday, she broke a corner of her bed cos she sneezed while sitting at the corner. cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year is coming soon and i am soooo very disturbed by everything. why is it that when i need answers, it WON'T come and when i DON'T need answers it just pop out of nowhere?? okay so this doesn't concern the new year but i am still disturbed by the fact that i am going to be 22 in about 3 weeks or so. damn. what am i blabbering?? STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ppssst. someone is haunting me like a ghost. i think its a witch. help! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1832776267596855639?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1832776267596855639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1832776267596855639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1832776267596855639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1832776267596855639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='帶我走.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-939990582378692726</id><published>2008-12-21T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:29:11.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abandoned.</title><content type='html'>today my mum cooked nasi lemak, with prawn sambal and fried selar kuning. yummeh. i know. u guys must be jealous right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after my yummeh dinner, i went down to the shops to buy eggs for mum. at the shop, the cashier was brother chee look-alike. haha. he looks like bro chee and sounds like him too. long lost brother i guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my brother was exceptionally lazy to go back camp. i don't know why. he say book in at 8pm but 7.30pm then leave the house. nonsense. but he's gonna get long weekend next week. he will come back on christmas eve and will have holiday until don't know when. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote, now that i know everything, i feel so helpless and hopeless. i just couldn't get it, how can a person be so damn cruel, hypocrite, selfish and stupid at the same time. i wish i could kill that person. shameless creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and know that i get the real picture, i realised that i have been so damn stupid. so blind and so damn stupid. wait. i just said stupid right?? yaa bloody damn stupid. what a life. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said they finally understood how i felt. but in actual fact, they have no idea how i felt, what i went through at all. they absolutely know nothing about me. nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-939990582378692726?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/939990582378692726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=939990582378692726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/939990582378692726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/939990582378692726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/abandoned.html' title='abandoned.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1405518434222366761</id><published>2008-12-20T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:35:35.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its better not to know.</title><content type='html'>oh wells. investigations went well although it took me almost an hour to ask a freaking question. i so cannot become a policewoman. and it unexpectedly started to RAIN. very wrong. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the answers?? its not shocking. its not really expected either. lets just say it confirmed my suspicions for the past few months. but i am still not satisfied. i just have this feeling that there is more then meets the eye. oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i don't know what to do. i want to do something but i can't but at the same time i feel i should do it but if i do it, it will be all wrong. damn damn damn shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sitting there watching and doing nothing is really not the best solution either, although that is what i could do at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is it really stupidity?? is it really shameless?? or just plain naive?? i have no answers to that. after thinking and thinking, i just can't put myself in other people's shoes. maybe their feet is way damn bigger than mine. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1405518434222366761?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1405518434222366761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1405518434222366761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1405518434222366761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1405518434222366761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-better-not-to-know.html' title='its better not to know.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1096435633852615025</id><published>2008-12-19T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:39:28.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna go again laa....</title><content type='html'>finally. i got my passport dirtied. haha. thanks tricia!!! although i got sick in the beginning. i don't know i was that weak. so now i know what to do. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazingly all the people there look the same to me. the men look like psychos and the ladies look like makeup monsters. haha. but they were polite, amazingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but was disappointed that i didn't get to buy much stuffs. next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm gonna turn into an investigator. hopefully people will give me full cooperation. hopefully i won't get tongue-tied cos i am actually very nervous. and hopefully i will know what to do next. HOPEFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan tak ku duga kau jelma pula&lt;br /&gt;Menagih lagi janji lama&lt;br /&gt;Sukar bagiku untuk terima&lt;br /&gt;Kehadiranmu untuk kali kedua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1096435633852615025?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1096435633852615025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1096435633852615025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1096435633852615025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1096435633852615025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-go-again-laa.html' title='i wanna go again laa....'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-6423512920162063242</id><published>2008-12-17T07:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:33:51.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tortoise.</title><content type='html'>i am so pissed off. not sad, shocked, disbelief or anything else. i am so damn pissed off. i want to kill someone. no, TWO someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't get it how a person can be so freaking damn bloody STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also just don't get it how a person can be so damn freaking bloody CRUEL, to the extent that even i couldn't fathom. that person really should be killed. not even worth it to be labelled as my aquaintance. shameless creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so angry that i think i'm gonna lose my appetite for the next few days. except for ice cream maybe. shit. these people are making me fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how a certain word can come out and suddenly be used frequently. just last monday, tricia and i had conversations with the words shameless and evil and cruel as base words. and today, the same thing happened again, but this time, the conversation is between me and me. ya, i had a two way conversation on my own. no big deal there. its a talent i mastered this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head hurts and i can't sleep cos i am so damn bloody pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wished i could do something about this. but it is just not my style to interfere, although in a way, it affects me deeply. and oh, you already hurt me by doing all those things. no need to symphatise with me. the deed is done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-6423512920162063242?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/6423512920162063242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=6423512920162063242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6423512920162063242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/6423512920162063242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/tortoise.html' title='tortoise.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-9201223803072796833</id><published>2008-12-16T15:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:08:51.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one month is not that far you know.</title><content type='html'>today is the 16th of december. exactly 1 month from now, will be the 16th of january. which means, my birthday. i am NOT excited at all, cos i'll be 22 years old. but i shall amuse myself, to prevent more depression. so here it is!!! my birthday wishlist!! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1.Giant Donald Duck plush toy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SUddeE9_JDI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4gO4wqjF4xQ/s1600-h/donald+duck.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SUddeE9_JDI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4gO4wqjF4xQ/s320/donald+duck.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280291859426386994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a giant one please!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Care Bear plush toy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SUdcpWq9JNI/AAAAAAAAAf0/I3k6gDQ4tp4/s1600-h/purple+carebear.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SUdcpWq9JNI/AAAAAAAAAf0/I3k6gDQ4tp4/s320/purple+carebear.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280290953645335762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i specifically want the purple one. size doesn't matter. as long as its purple, i'm contented. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. Chip and Dale plush toys&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SUdeRZfPx0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/q9haTjJNyYE/s1600-h/chip+and+dale.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SUdeRZfPx0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/q9haTjJNyYE/s320/chip+and+dale.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280292741107926850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course it must come in a pair. size doesn't matter as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4.Tazmania Devil plush toy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SUdfTX49kyI/AAAAAAAAAgM/60W6N8w8NTI/s1600-h/tazmania.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SUdfTX49kyI/AAAAAAAAAgM/60W6N8w8NTI/s320/tazmania.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280293874550280994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one i want a giant one, like donald duck. must be giant okay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5.Eeyore plush toy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SUdghbX8r4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/wnA6t1TUK7k/s1600-h/eeyore_sitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SUdghbX8r4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/wnA6t1TUK7k/s320/eeyore_sitting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280295215515348866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one, a small one will do. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6. Sylvester Cat plush toy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SUdg2X3LeYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/-r3SurEJgcc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SUdg2X3LeYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/-r3SurEJgcc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280295575349852546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one also, small will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay!! thats all for my birthday wishlist. buy for me people!!! don't forget okay!!!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-9201223803072796833?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/9201223803072796833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=9201223803072796833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/9201223803072796833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/9201223803072796833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-month-is-not-that-far-you-know.html' title='one month is not that far you know.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</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/_gqjj2ZotMYw/SUddeE9_JDI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4gO4wqjF4xQ/s72-c/donald+duck.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28124432.post-1149850940296771403</id><published>2008-12-15T23:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:10:37.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to sleep under the moonlight again.</title><content type='html'>ooookkkaaaaayyy.... 2 long days and the overall feeling: SATISFACTION. haha.&lt;br /&gt;let me summarise what i did yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday 14 December 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a cuzzies outing!!!! although the plan was messed up due to some disagreements, we managed to finally gather ourselves at The Prata Place. i got a shock when i see the XL sized murtabak. but the place was nice and the food was extra nice because Rasyid darl treat us. wee~~ and hafiz and my bro can't stop making so much noise about the hand soap smelling like fart. it is true the soap smell like fart. disgusting laa. and after stuffing my face with giant murtabaks and masala thosai, i feel like bloated fish. haha. we didn't finish the giant murtabak so we ta pao it home for my mum, since bro is going back after that. but lunch was really loved. thanks darla!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after lunch, we proceeded to marina barrage!!! but before that, we send my bro home first because he had to go back camp at 7. so everybody got to see his "i don't want to go back camp" face when we drop him off at our void deck. and after that off to marina barrage!!! mr mas suryadi became our driver for the day and miss ina became our DJ, by changing channels to the radio so that we could sing to the songs we know. we had alot of fun shouting our lungs out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached the place, we were lucky to find a parking space quite fast as a car was already leaving. so mr mas suryadi quickly chop the place. haha. it was so crowded and the carpark was full laa... so yea, we were damn lucky to find a space within 3 minutes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, as usual, when i went to a certain place for the 1st time, i would be very noisy. "WAAAAHHH!!! cool ar the place!!" i keep repeating the sentence just to irritate the shit out of everybody, cousin or not. :D its just so fun doing that. people will think i'm a tourist or just some minah jakon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, not forgeting the cam-whoring. we took lots of pictures and its the 1st time we used our new camera for jalan jalan purposes. total coolness. but i will not be uploading the pictures now cos its in the laptop and i'm using the desktop pc now. so yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had so much fun at the marina barrage laa. the water was damn shiok. really tempted to just lie there. heehee!! too bad my brother couldn't join us. heard from my mum when we came back that he told my mum that he lazy want to go back camp. my mum was so scared that he would kena DB that she actually ironed all his clothes for him and practically packed his bag for him. cute laa she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so back to our outing. when it was finally dark, we left the place. mr mas suryadi drop us off at braddel, rasyid darl's place. i think they gonna continue dating or something, which is fine by us. and as it was still early, me and sis decided to go to darl's place for awhile. and it was fun too laa!! the stories, jokes and comments by hafiz make me laugh like crazy woman. and the best part is being the show spoiler again. and this time it was rasyid's turn. HAHA!! but he got back his revenge by making me do a "commercial". u know i know ar rasyid... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best quote from my mummy aka rasyid's mum : "nie hafiz kan, asyik makan makan je tau. nanti lamer-lamer otak pon jadi lembab. biar." (read: this hafiz ar, always eat eat eat only. wait your brain become slow then you know.) and i quickly point to cicak and say "hahahahahaaaa!!! dengar tu adek. biar otak kau pon jadi lembab. asyik makan je. hahahahhaaaaa!!!" (read: u heard that sis?? wait your brain will become slow also. eat eat eat some more laa.) damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the best quote from hafiz: "eh guys my birthday coming on the 13th of january tau. don't forget ar. make sure u buy for me present okay. i want pants and a t-shirt will do." and then he goes on complaining that we forgot his birthday last and this year. the way he said it was so random and in a-matter-of-fact way that it made me burst out laughing instantly i heard it. cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left rasyid's place at 11+. reach home only, story telling to mum. mum was telling about bro being lazy to go back camp, about dad eating up all the 6 pieces of murtabak that bro brought home earlier, about bro's comments he gave to the curry dad cooked earlier and the continuation of mummy's stories. we in return told stories of our trip and even showed her the pictures. and she had the same reaction as mummy's when we showed her the pics. "waaaah!! place very nice eh..." haha. like sisters like sisters... :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i end the night with a headache cos the previous night i slept at 6am cos i can't sleep. and thanks to the moonlight then i can sleep. why?? cos the moon was shining directly on my face that night/morning. so i slept under the moonlight, literally. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and fat syahril calld me and told me a brief but shocking but at the same time damn funny story. and til now, i cannot forget his story. totally unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday 15 December 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 1.30pm and received tricia darl's message. and she replied me with some news. and so aunt agony went to the rescue. :D poor tricia, always so stressed about relationship. don't worry okay darl. you will definitely find your happiness one day. hope you enjoyed our day today. thanks for the lollipop too. love it so much laa!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around town. then went to Swensons at PS for dinner. and for the 1st time tricia finished her food first and for the 1st time also i queued up for the toilet instead of her. haha. and then we did some people gazing before we go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the next time i wanna try the ice cream at Swensons. i didn't have the mood for ice cream just now as it was cold. so yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. my lengthy post. lucky no pictures. if not more lengthy. haha. will put up all pictures when i got mood okay. :D til then, take care all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28124432-1149850940296771403?l=mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1149850940296771403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28124432&amp;postID=1149850940296771403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1149850940296771403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28124432/posts/default/1149850940296771403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnorimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-to-sleep-under-moonlight-again.html' title='i want to sleep under the moonlight again.'/><author><name>my name is norimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07998467060738373922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
