<?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-8264038775619010788</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:02:47.312+08:00</updated><category term='peace out ma homies'/><category term='the stars are watching me as i cry...'/><category term='SHOW ME YOUR BOOTYHOLE'/><category term='close your eyes and fade away...'/><category term='perf perf perf perf - ummee...'/><category term='eat and eat like a piggy'/><category term='oh my Ezy'/><category term='...only to find that you weren&apos;t there.'/><category term='fishcakes'/><category term='whee for quizzes'/><category term='Biz biz biz nessss~'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='who do i see?'/><category term='woof woof.'/><category term='aloneee'/><category term='rightly fighting with all my mighties'/><category term='shooping'/><category term='we gotta blooww.. and gooo... dont want anybody to knoww..'/><category term='who can we really trust?'/><category term='Ferrari Fever'/><category term='kapadapadaBOOM'/><category term='the truths of the world.'/><category term='no action.'/><category term='love all.'/><category term='lets get crackin&apos;'/><category term='make me smile make me laugh dont make me cry...'/><category term='every night the moon rises and sets at dawn...'/><category term='tear my heart open.'/><category term='dont get angry'/><category term='training'/><category term='R.I.P Mr'/><category term='falling all over the floor.'/><category term='super dead and gone.'/><category term='bleaghs it.'/><category term='shopoong'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='shop shop shop shop'/><category term='say NoR'/><category term='tainted love. oh you tainted lovee.. billy idooll.'/><category term='thailand'/><category term='the moody-ness'/><category term='smile and wave boys. just smile and wave. :)'/><category term='holy cow.'/><category term='skunk.'/><category term='coughing is tiring.'/><category term='look right through me'/><category term='smells like a rock is COOKING'/><category term='whee.. 3 more days..'/><category term='why why why'/><category term='its amazing'/><category term='the time has COME'/><category term='aches and bruises'/><category term='i feelsogood'/><category term='korean songs are DA BOMB'/><category term='the time of headaches'/><category term='wow.'/><category term='word.'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='distraction my arse.'/><category term='i hate studying for so long...sighs.'/><category term='shope shope shope'/><category term='Les Choristes'/><category term='scary shows go away'/><category term='alone at home.'/><category term='love the way you see me...'/><category term='cookkiiee'/><category term='control yourself.'/><category term='lovely sunset'/><category term='lunch timeee'/><category term='ooo la la say ooh.'/><category term='see ya in ECP.'/><category term='damn hannibal lector.'/><category term='the truth that you wanted'/><category term='dont ever come for another day...'/><category term='shoe shoe'/><category term='laughter rocks my socks'/><category term='tehehehehehe...'/><category term='uh uh...'/><category term='happy chinese new year of the tiger. rawr'/><category term='dance dance till your heart never stops spinning (:'/><category term='crampps'/><category term='keepsakes  for life.'/><category term='the silence echos around'/><category term='wind is me'/><category term='lovee 4cee'/><category term='thanks for telling.'/><category term='tiring days.'/><category term='love is a STRONG'/><category term='mood spoiler of a father'/><category term='retards.'/><category term='cos i&apos;ll lay you down...'/><category term='as night falls'/><category term='oh the coolness of the wind.'/><category term='happy by the end of blogging.'/><category term='here i COME'/><category term='sillie billie mieee'/><category term='class is so much fun fun fun~'/><category term='shit heck.'/><category term='how lame can one get?'/><category term='whee.'/><category term='Sing a Song of Six Pence.'/><category term='going out tmrw'/><category term='what am i supposed to say when i&apos;m all choked up and you&apos;re okay...'/><category term='3.30pmm'/><category term='urging me to go on and live life to its fullest...'/><category term='Say YEeaHH'/><category term='put your hands in the air~'/><category term='FUNNY FUNNY XIAO ...'/><category term='thank you allah'/><category term='the unfairness of life&apos;s daily troubles'/><category term='sick and tired; 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BUY SOME WATCHES&quot; X 2'/><category term='sweet dreams of everyone.'/><category term='that it dont matter.'/><category term='Morning blues'/><category term='sweets'/><category term='life is great. HarHar. (sense the scarsm)'/><category term='fastt fast fast no fats'/><category term='crap'/><category term='lemme see through this weird cloud...'/><category term='piss me off and you will die.'/><category term='at times like these we learn to love.'/><category term='just keep laughing'/><category term='whee uu whee  uu whee'/><category term='for CHANGE'/><category term='photos mottos.'/><category term='we must'/><category term='the adventures of sweaty man. more to come'/><category term='who would fall over a stupid rock like me? :S'/><category term='let me drown myself in music'/><category term='suey me now.'/><category term='wheres the me that i know?'/><category term='headacchee'/><category term='fully full.'/><category term='sighs'/><category term='falalalalahh'/><category term='change'/><category term='stories for bedtime.'/><category term='i cant be bother to bother.'/><category term='my smile looks outta place.. trace the tracks of my tears...'/><category term='hols'/><category term='yawns.'/><category term='the heat can kill me.'/><category term='my body aches but my heart aches the most.'/><category term='nasi goreng'/><category term='music takes the pain away'/><category term='wheres my ang pow...'/><category term='ifeelsogood'/><category term='eat and eat and eat some air'/><category term='bleah.'/><category term='INSPIRE ME~'/><category term='guns and cheques'/><category term='i hope you remember me'/><category term='empty as a drum'/><category term='but i think i&apos;ll be alright...'/><category term='who is the guy?'/><category term='sweet dreams are made of mee... (:'/><category term='thinking about you just makes me freak~  *just rhyming.*'/><category term='all thats left is just you and me...'/><category term='Bloody emo'/><category term='subside dear anger'/><category term='sians'/><category term='muscular'/><category term='anger management.'/><category term='awards night~'/><category term='lullaby dream'/><category term='i say just keep laughing'/><category term='empty words and promises...'/><category term='having tution'/><category term='eee animee'/><category term='cry me a river.'/><category term='O.M.Goodness'/><category term='argh so ITCHY'/><category term='run time run...'/><category term='peacee to the worldd'/><category term='shit this damn feeling.'/><category term='puffies and reddies are common to me..'/><category term='and you said and you said and you said'/><category term='blissfully silent.'/><category term='dead meat tastes GOOD'/><category term='bangs are the flashes'/><category term='meow.'/><category term='stressed and moody'/><category term='work and more work.'/><category term='cos every time i try i get toungue tied..'/><category term='buszzzyyy buszzzyyy'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='spinning spinning down.'/><category term='wahhh crapp.'/><category term='more ang pows?'/><category term='how small can the world be?'/><category term='we&apos;re gonna have funn at the beaachh'/><category term='breathe in'/><title type='text'>nasi lemak girll~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>270</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-1819006939295572259</id><published>2010-08-11T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:51:36.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><title type='text'>It's that time of the year again...</title><content type='html'>Hey there, I felt like I just have to relieve some problems I have in me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem number 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jealous that everyone gets to train and do well and compete in the competitions that are upcoming but only me, I am unabled to do so. I'll be watching from the sidelines. I'll be feeling all left out. I'll be feeling very useless, trying to support everyone to do their best, to smile when I feel like crying, to congratulate when I m the one that needs encouragement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coach, he just doesn't care. Can't train? Too bad. The hurdles team looks like a fun team. They laugh and joke and train at the same time. Everyone supports one another. Everytime I feel like I can run and the pain would not come back, my ankles prove me wrong. They tell me to stop. I don't want to be left out... :( what's more is that ben has just gotten into hurdles, and it makes me happy me to see him run but it males me jealous and long to run again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? My ankles have started to complain to me&lt;br /&gt;again. I wonder when my doctor would make an appointment to see my results. I hope it's nothing serious and it is something that can be fixed fast enough. I m getting too fat and lazy to train. No one motivating me to come back also. I'll be the outcast in the whole entire group. The one that's lagging behing everyone else. What can I do, but wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem number 2) &lt;br /&gt;something I can't tell on a blog. Hais. At least I feel better. :) I'll stop here. Gotto sleep. Have to wake up at 4 to fast. :) wish me luck! Amin!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-1819006939295572259?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1819006939295572259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=1819006939295572259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1819006939295572259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1819006939295572259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the year again...'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-6350539197790604429</id><published>2010-06-17T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T01:19:49.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there people. I've been preetty busy these few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was just something on my mind right now. It's been such a taxing subject for me. I keep thinking of it everywhere I go, and it comes back whenever I daze off into empty space or whenever I don't have anything to occupy my mind with. It's the training and the fat gaining thing again. Yupps. It's just killing me slowly with every minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think other people understand how it feels to want to train and run and hurdle but... I just can't. It really does hurt like mad. I don't say it because I naturally don't like to bother people and make them worry. I've grown up with parents who taught me to be independent and when I fall, I never got picked up by them. They wanted me to stand up for myself. I never had people who showed any attention when I was in pain, and yes, I do feel weird when I am shown that much attention. Probably why I find it intolerable when other whine about their injury. I just stop to wonder if it were ever actually the worse than the pain that I've felt. Maybe, and maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I bath I see these extra lumps that were never there a few months back, those lines that were there have been filled with (3glycerols and 1fatty acid)&lt;br /&gt;molecule X a thousand million. My butt has gone all flat and soft, my thighs have no definition, my stomach is bulging and I have absolutely no idea what to do. Probably have to start bingeing and stuff. Hais. Nahh I won't do that. That's just sick. I'll get bulemia and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Bern just helped me with my "short moment of depression". I feel&lt;br /&gt;much better now. :) today was so wonderful. Just going shopping was wonderful. :) this week I got 4boxes of contact lens, non coloured, a vest for 15bucks at cotton on, a pair of jeans,and&lt;br /&gt;3 t-shirts from mango.so wonderful!! Shopping can cure anything! Ahhh. Hoping to get some Nixon stuff too. Gotto wait for daddy to get back to check out the latest arrivals :) awesommee! People I can get discount for Nixon stuff okay! So ask me abt it! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m gonna sleep now cos I gotta wake up at 7am! Going to the zoo in the morning. :) wonderful althought I m not sure why they must make it so damn early. Tsk. Sickening. Hais. Love y'all anyway! Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noreen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-6350539197790604429?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6350539197790604429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=6350539197790604429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6350539197790604429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6350539197790604429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-there-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-7528715933474213280</id><published>2010-05-22T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T00:14:03.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oohh loose joints!</title><content type='html'>Helloo blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to NUH to get a consultation with the orthopeadic doctor. It was quite an irritating yet funny day overall. So! I woke up at like 7.30 when I was supposed to get up at 6.30. That was the original plan. But, I was just too tired to wake up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway got up at 7.30 to the sound of my munmy screaming for me to wake up. :| hais. Hahaha. Got up, reaf the papers, bathed and change and we all got out by 9. On the way, realised my mm had not taken the referal letter. My dad got angry and my mum was saying it's ok it's okay. In the end she got the neighbourhood doc to fax it over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went into the room where two doctors came in. One was a Chinese guy and the other a Indonesian guy. In my opinion, I felt they were very unprofessional in the way they talk and behave like as if I wasn't there and that I was some kind of animal being examined. Turns out they were both the interns to the doctor serving me. The doctor himself was a funny pleasent guy. Patient in answering my mother who was so sidetracked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my mum, she told the Chinese intern about my previous xray I had when I was in sec2 for MY BACK! What the heck does my ANKLE have anything to do with MY BACK last time?!?! Omgosh I was so frustrated. Then the intern was like " err, so which injury are you coming here for?" -_-" I wished my dad was there. Goodness. Then she was all so flirty trying to be funny with the doctor all. Jeez. Okay lah not flirty just you know very chatty and impressive to the doctor which I totally not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the problem. The real doctor examined my foot, then he said it might be the AFT something something. Ah. Don't know what all these chim chim words doctors use. Haha. Said I had to go for an MRI scan to check it out. Prolly he said "your ankle ligaments might have been torn and maybe part of my bone came off too thus it hurts" oh yah! And he said I had really flexible ligaments. Normal ligaments are like shoelaces, he tells me, and mine are like rubber bands. Haha. My arms are longer than my actual height! Haha amazing ah! Hahaha. Wtfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah my appointment is on the 6th of august like 3mths away. -_-" so long. Pain for soo long. :( then see the doctor to go for recovery stage. Cry lah. So long. That means this year I cannot run. Plus I lose out on taking part in next years events too. I won't be prepared. How to? :'( I m so sad right now. I really wish I can train you know. Training looks like so much fun now. And I m missing out. Oh wells. This sucks like shit. I m&lt;br /&gt;so prone to injuries cos of my flexible ligaments. I m also prone to having heart murmurs and heart related problems cow the heart gets overworked. :/ scaryyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been feeling rather insecure. I don't think I am pretty I don't feel pretty and yes I do compare myself to girls that usually make guys go gaga. -_-" today I was people watching and I was looking at Akif and Melissa talking. Melissa is the kind of girl that guys like. Pretty, long hair, cute,quite chatty. Akif is like those mix-with-Chinese-more-than-Malay kinda Malay guy. Why can't guys just open their eyes you know. They don't have to always go with girls who are like those. Ah but that's the way I think right? I m talking rubbish here. So yeah I m gonna sign out now and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovez,&lt;br /&gt;Noreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-7528715933474213280?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7528715933474213280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=7528715933474213280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/7528715933474213280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/7528715933474213280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2010/05/oohh-loose-joints.html' title='Oohh loose joints!'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-2834669627596357279</id><published>2010-05-19T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:20:57.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning blues'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gooood morning Singapore! :) what a nice cooling day it is! :) ahhh. Today, I only have an hour of class. No morning 11am-1pm class, no lecture from 5-6! Hahaha. Just an hour of business entrepreneurship from 4-5pm! Yay! Haha. The sad thing is, I still have to go for project work at 11.30 and I m sooooo gonna be late. Why? Blame the bus. I missed it. And now it's taking so effing long to come out of it's slumber. Sighs. Georgina is so gonna be mad at me. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I m quite afraid of Georgina. Haha. To be honest. She's like this really tomboyish lookin girl but in a way she's also quite girlish too. She's loud and "rough" but also very easily hurt as in physically. So she gets really angry, really quickly! And this scares me to death. For example, the other day, I did the MBS, Alice (managing business systems -Microsoft access and Alice) and I wanted to send it to her through email cos I was suppose to. I made the airplane move towards the garbage truck alrdy, and she wanted to do some programming and stuff. I went into my hotmail and I realised I couldn't even read any of my mails, and even worse, I couldn't even send an emails! Wtfish right! I was so pissed cos I took the whole entire afternoon trying to send it to her. In the night I had an effing bad headache after dinner and I went to sleep early. Georgina calls me, with her voiced raised and saying to my sleepy ear, " CAN YOU SEND ME THE FILE NOW? I HAVE NO TIME TO WASTE OKAY?" I told her I couldn't send and smth was wrong with the hotmail thing and that I couldn't read her MSG that she sent me. She said "I KEEP TELLING YOU TO ASSIGN THE WORK TO EVERYBODY! I KEEP TELLING YOU THAT!" and with that she hung up. I who was alrdy sleeping and still having a headache woke up feeling rather fucking angry. I opened and switched on my computer going into my hotmail account and guess what?! I had no internet connection! Fml man! Could it be any worse? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell yeah it did. "All that can go wrong, will go wrong" and that effing quote is FOR REAL. Serious you know! I asked my mum to lend me her com for AWHILE only just to send smth to my friend. She says, " huh!? No Internet? Can! Sure have one. Let me find. I m using my com." like duhhh I know you are using your com. I m not gonna open it and fiddle with it like some 3 year old would. I just wanna OPEN another browser and lo into hotmail and send the effing file! Sighs. Until I raised my voice and let her try to "fix" it herself, only then did she allow me to use her com. Think that's the end of it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way in hell! I went on to hotmail on My Mum's computer, and guess what? I could type and everything. And see the images, but! I can't fucking attach a damn file! Wtfish! I was so pissed until I just used my mums outlook to send it to Georgina. After that was done, I came back to my room to find that she smses me again typing out in caps, "HEY CAN YOU SEND ME THE FILE NOW BEFORE YOU SLEEP?!" I was so pissed at the world! I smsed back saying I sent it to her alrdy. Then she replied "okay got it alrdy. I ll send an email to everyone when my hotmail is okay. You help me to send to Yadana(my closest friend in class)take care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like -_-" to the mantle core and crust man. Curses! Jeez. So tiring. I went backto sleep only after ben ben calmed me down and reduced the pounding in my brain. Phew. That was the end of my meticulous day. Finally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I m on the way to school with and empty stomach. I m hoping to get some hashbrown or smth somewhere. Haha. Craving. Hmmm. I need more chocolates! Oh no! My dark chocolate from Hersheys bought by ben ben is in the other bag! Crap. No chocolates for me today. :( sad. Sighs. I wanna see ben ben. He's feeling a little down now. :/ oopsie. My headache came back. Sighs must be due to the fact that I m meeting Georgina and groupies later. :( sighs. Anyway, today isn't that bad! I shan't let anything affect me! I'll do well! Alright!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya dudes and dudettes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Noreen! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-2834669627596357279?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2834669627596357279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=2834669627596357279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/2834669627596357279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/2834669627596357279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2010/05/gooood-morning-singapore-what-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-1069122264164638270</id><published>2010-05-18T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:54:33.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Track and field'/><title type='text'>I envy them.</title><content type='html'>I m gonna be so left out when I am able to come back to track and field. I feel so sad etching them train. To me, training is about friends. With friends you WANt to come fo training again. It keeps you motivated to attend the training sessions. It's where you catch up with friends that you are really close to, or to catch up with your training friends that you just rather know in track. Look at me. I m sitting down here, at the steps, looking at freshies and seniors and juniors all training together having fun. Enjoying their workout, losig weight. But me? What am I doing? Sitting down on the steps. Just, sitting down like a lazy bum. Well, currently my bum, IS lazy. Yupps someone cry me a river cos right now, my heart is crying rivers of tears in unseen valleys deep with itself. It's a mental and emotional pain. Running is where I release energy, where I feel confident. It's something I know I am good in, something I can be proud of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, what do I have left of in track, that I should be proud of? I m gaining weight, getting lazy, getting more stressed and it looks like crying is the only way out for now. Damn this ankle pains. The pain affects my heart and mind too. It's sickening to know everyone I know is at their ideal weight and I am just getting FATTER and FATTER. Does anyone care? I m not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at them and I imagine what I would be doing, how I would be like, how much fun I would have. Makes me sad. :( oh wells. Have to live with what lemons god gives us right? How many times can I blame that ass of a coach who didn't bother to listen to me when I SAID my ankles hurt? How many times? I know it was partly my fault for not listening to my body. For not listening to the pain it was telling me. Sighs. My fault in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m happy though that ben ben is back in track and having fun like he is supposed to. Getting fitter like he's supposed to. Oh Noreen, just&lt;br /&gt;move off alrdy. Go home. Don't suffer in silence alrdy. Forget about it. Wait till everything gets better. :) you can survive. I know you can. Go home now. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with this, I shall say, &lt;br /&gt;goodbye track. Some day I shall visit you again when my ankle gets better. &lt;br /&gt;Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Noreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-1069122264164638270?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1069122264164638270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=1069122264164638270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1069122264164638270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1069122264164638270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-envy-them.html' title='I envy them.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-8411364864885897960</id><published>2010-03-20T02:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T02:38:25.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss him!</title><content type='html'>I miss my ben ben like a mad doo doo bird jumping of the cliffs. :( it's like 2.32am now and I m on my phone typing away while my stomach grumbles. Oh yeah! It's lau's birthday today. The 20th of march 2010! She's a legal biatch today. Hahaa! Damn. So unfair. Haha Lau! Shhh! Hahaha. Secret secret! Haha. WTF noreen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m HUNGRY! And sleepy and I m missing him like crazy so boy boy hurry back home will ya? :) please? I love you. I just need you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian. See, I m lovesick now. Sighs. Never knew i could be so lovey dovey. Haha. Damn. I think it's just a natural affection thing that everyone goes through. It's alright I guess. Haha. And I actually used to think it was disgusting when it is overly expressed. Hmmm. Yeah. It still is isn't it. Hahaha. Aish. Kay lah. I m gonna sleep. Soo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara oniichan/oniisama,&lt;br /&gt;Noreen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-8411364864885897960?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8411364864885897960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=8411364864885897960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8411364864885897960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8411364864885897960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-him.html' title='I miss him!'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-2798753171484064172</id><published>2010-03-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:30:52.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.I.P Mr'/><title type='text'>Its the 16th of march 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I could have gone and it might have been better. i could have tried and it might have been better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;but, i didn't. i didn't try again. i was scared to ask my mum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;i cried. i admit. cos, i couldn't go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;well. for me, it wasn't all that bad. i had pizza for dinner. and prolly pizza for breakfast too. (: haha. oh wellsie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;it apparently didn't go so well for ben ben. he had forgotten to turn the tone up so it sounded mellow, and he couldn't hear his playing. he said that his solos were not that great. i wished i was there. then i could have cheered him up abit. sighs. poor baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;o' man. tmrw i have to go to school. haha. one, for a lecture and two, for training. SO SIAN! TRAINING AGAIN!?!?! i'm not feeling up for the lecture sia. but they say that it will be useful. but i wanna meet him. i need to.how? ah! sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;anyway, got a guitar alrdy from Maestro.hate the people at the excelior plaza one. effing action basterds. made fun of my baby. they dont even know their stuff. jeez.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;OH MAN. I just heard that Mr.Moo, the sports school's ex principal passed on this morning. its damn saddening! i was neh close to him. hmmm.. but nevertheless, stil saddening. i hope he rests in peace and his family is well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;i'm gonna shutdown now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;so, sayonara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;noreen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-2798753171484064172?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2798753171484064172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=2798753171484064172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/2798753171484064172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/2798753171484064172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-16th-of-march-2010.html' title='Its the 16th of march 2010!'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-7892829429953919029</id><published>2010-02-13T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:25:59.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy chinese new year of the tiger. rawr'/><title type='text'>Its CNY! RAWR!</title><content type='html'>Cool! im updating this really old blog on the cny! haha. man. i know. its been extremely extremely long since ive touched this blog. well, lets give you an update of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I GOT AN IPHONE!&lt;br /&gt;2) I TORE BOTH MY ANKLE LIGAMENTS (its fine now, i saw the sinseh.)&lt;br /&gt;3) EXAM ARE NEXT NEXT WEEK&lt;br /&gt;4) I'M NOT READY!&lt;br /&gt;5) I MISS MY FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;6) I HAD A ROUGH TIME WITH *** ( but all is good now. yes, it was my partly my fault but we've cleared it up alrdy! :D)&lt;br /&gt;7) I GOT MY POSB CARD TODAY! (: yes i know, so what right?&lt;br /&gt;8) I'M GONNA GET MONEY MONEY MONEY $$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. thats a brief overview of my life now. oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been kinda demoralised with my grades. they just arent good enough for me. all Cs and one D+ for my coursework. sian right? gotto work hard like shit. then chinese new year had to fall before exams. why cant they just put exams like before chinese new year. ass. crap shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, watched percy jackson. haha. its quite a ride. haha. its very interesting. me and ben were like guessing which greek mythology creature would come out. haha. the dragon head thing was unexpected. haha. was thinking we would see the three headed dogs. but that didnt come out. haha. and uma thurman was WOW as Medusa. haha. really cool graphics. (: should watch. and dont be late. the starting is important! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.i like this kinda shows. all the dragons and stuff. it interests me. haha. i like mythical creatures. haha. anyways, i ve gotto go get ready for dinner tonight. so ciaossie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to those who kept viewing my profile hoping its updated! hahahaha. oh well. haha. i did! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-7892829429953919029?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7892829429953919029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=7892829429953919029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/7892829429953919029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/7892829429953919029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-cny-rawr.html' title='Its CNY! RAWR!'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-6371334662569199746</id><published>2010-01-01T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:47:47.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm. its been a long time since i've blogged. i 'm kinda tired to blog. and it also seems that more people are leaving blogger to go to tumblr. which, btw, i have also joined. :P haha. just that my link doesnt really exist in other peoples brains and computer. no one know mine. haha. and guess what, i forgot about my tumblr info. :O hahaha. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been good i must say. lost touch with a lil of my friends but deep down i guess i could find it again? anyways. my new year was kinda shitty. first, ben wasnt able to watch the fireworks with me, then i planned to go out with piriyah. but at thel ast minute, she couldnt make it cause her daddy didnt like the crowds at marina,,.  so yeah. i was waiting at home for her but since she couldnt make it, i thought i'd follow my parents to my uncle's place. in the end, my uncle had diarrhea. so yeah. my new year was like that. :| oh well. what can i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i have been on a freaking scrapping/shopping spree. i've bought like almost 60 bucks worth of papers, and like 50 bucks of scrap materials. now al i need are photos. gotto take some photos. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-6371334662569199746?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6371334662569199746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=6371334662569199746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6371334662569199746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6371334662569199746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-5000365016620072384</id><published>2009-12-14T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:10:21.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its amazing'/><title type='text'>now it dawns on me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SyZYtMsaoUI/AAAAAAAACMY/lFtdkwZ9YF4/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SyZYtMsaoUI/AAAAAAAACMY/lFtdkwZ9YF4/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415113135484477762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wow. it has been 1 whole month since i updated my blog. its amazing. hahahahaha. oh well. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;i've been with ben ben for half a year alrdy. its amazing. haha. so fast. he's ben there for me for SO MANY things. helping me with personal problems that not even i knew how to handle. i guess i was just lonely in my family for so long, i never knew that telling others can help. i've been keeping it to myself for so long. it feels nice to let it go. i can trust him with almost everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yeah we have our troubles, but then again no one is perfect right? we must all give and take in life right? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;hmmm. well, smth so weird/cute/wonderful/amazing about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;today, i watched planet 51 with ruben :O i know right??? like PLANET 51 ?!?! hahaha. yeah. it was lame. hahahah super. i repeat. super. haha. it was really funny cos like we had to sit between two families. haha. so awkward. haha. but i guess it was a family show. haha. i laughed but it wasnt really super funny. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;then i went to school with ben ben for training. when i realised, WHERE IS MY SHOEBAG??? :O wtfish right? i went all the way to school for training, and then i dont have my shoebag??? wtfish. i actually cried cos i was damn worried that my mum would scold me on the phone if i told her. if i did that, i would get another extra scolding from my mum AND my dad. so yeah. it sucked. i told my coach that i wasnt feeling so up about training now since i realised i lost it at the foodcourt that ben ben and i were eating in. yeah. i left it there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SyZikzjg-mI/AAAAAAAACMg/Tw2N7Ho474g/s1600-h/IMG_3310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SyZikzjg-mI/AAAAAAAACMg/Tw2N7Ho474g/s320/IMG_3310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415123986413582946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;honestly, i didnt feel like training. and i guess God gave me a chance to slack today. BUT i have to train tmrw. Ben followed me back to Bishan to help me find the shoebag and we found it with the office of the foodcourt. (: its amazing. God made me worry. then he made me relieved. haha. Ben really helped calm me down. i was freaking out i must say. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;yeah.  so. i guess it wasnt the most exciting day. and i somehow dont know how to explain it right out. but for me i feel like it was something that i will not forget. (: i finally understand smth. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;so good night yall. haha. i'll start updating soon. (: haha. ciaos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;norrbyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-5000365016620072384?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5000365016620072384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=5000365016620072384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5000365016620072384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5000365016620072384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-it-dawns-on-me.html' title='now it dawns on me...'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SyZYtMsaoUI/AAAAAAAACMY/lFtdkwZ9YF4/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-8996959906908613333</id><published>2009-11-16T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:36:29.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birthday is gonee... :( but i'm still SMILING. (: haha. yupps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt take much pictures yesterday. lau lau did. not me. :/ anything get from her. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. birthday was good. it was awesome. in a way. although most of my friends couldnt come to the Escape thing, at least they came for the lunch at swensens thing. (: haha. ben ben came too. haha. he surprised me by waiting for me on th 11th floor cos he cannot see my parents. :p hahaha. oh yeah. but he surprised me. hahaha. i was late for something i arranged. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruben caught me lying. hahaha. he smsed me and asked where i was, then i said i was walking out, but my house door never opened. :P HAHAHA. OOPS. :O paiseh. hahaha. thenn, he walked with me to swensens from my house, where i caught lau mei at Cotton On holding cupcakes. she took so long to realise we were standing there. haha. then she went " EH! EH! MANDA! MANDA!" then ran away from us. :O (jaw drop) hahahaha. epic-ly funny. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got a table for 9 but ended up with 6 in the end. haha. cos piriyah's dad didnt let her come and liang wei and gina couldnt make it either. so yeah. end up 6 people. hmm... so those who came were just Manda, Lau Mei, Divya and Mel and yes, Ruben. haha. I got a free firehouse and that was good. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-8996959906908613333?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8996959906908613333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=8996959906908613333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8996959906908613333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8996959906908613333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-is-gonee.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-5952001914691907050</id><published>2009-10-25T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:32:17.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run time run...'/><title type='text'>time, please pass faster!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SuRdRe325bI/AAAAAAAACLw/1yt6aLYVexw/s1600-h/IMG_3084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SuRdRe325bI/AAAAAAAACLw/1yt6aLYVexw/s320/IMG_3084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396540808423204274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me very impatient.&lt;br /&gt;impatient impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i have danced in the toilet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;came out singing to a sara bareille song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;played sims 2 for what seemed like 20mins but actually was around 2 hours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;went to eat dinner for like 45mins ( yes i eat extremely slow. ask my besties.) ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;did 2 cards for around an hour plus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;then logged out of sims2 to check my email and delete nonsense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;then decided to check my facebook only to see that hykel finally replied to a post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;then replied him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;then i went to check out people's photos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;went back and forth to boy boy's fb page,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;then hamid came online back from his walk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;so now, i'm chatting with him and its alrdy 10pm&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the manchester vs liverpool match is underway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;some tracker just smsed me bringing me false hope that it was boy boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;and GUESS WHAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HE STILL HASNT GOT BACK YET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; I'M WORRIED SICK TO MY GUTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;urgh, so frustrating. when is he coming backkk ? ? ? ?   ):   ):   ):   ):   ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-5952001914691907050?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5952001914691907050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=5952001914691907050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5952001914691907050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5952001914691907050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-please-pass-faster.html' title='time, please pass faster!!'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SuRdRe325bI/AAAAAAAACLw/1yt6aLYVexw/s72-c/IMG_3084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-4596591194978862466</id><published>2009-10-25T17:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:42:23.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance dance till your heart never stops spinning (:'/><title type='text'>Pwease oh Pwease, Oh Pweety Pweety Pwease?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SuQcg9QZSyI/AAAAAAAACLo/-f6sL_GGz6o/s1600-h/IMG_3112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SuQcg9QZSyI/AAAAAAAACLo/-f6sL_GGz6o/s320/IMG_3112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396469606021417762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A day without him seems so long. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;he comes back tonight. (: yay. talk to him later. oh man. tmrw is school again. nxt week gotto really come back for school properly. i cannot skip or take mc. i will not.oh manss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SuQcgb56unI/AAAAAAAACLg/-4x3gRAHQ0U/s1600-h/IMG_3099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SuQcgb56unI/AAAAAAAACLg/-4x3gRAHQ0U/s320/IMG_3099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396469597068769906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm so bored. dont know what to do. hmm. i dont have anyone to talk to, i have nothing to do, i dont feel like playing sims. maybe i should just start dancing around my room&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;close the door and dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;HAHA. yeah. or maybe  i should just bring my com into the toilet and then i will dance while bathing? HAHA . sounds like a good idea. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in awhile i will put my plan in action. anyway, i wanna join piriyah and fiona in this scrapbooking  class. i think it will be fun (: always is with pi pi around. (: HAHA. right pi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;hmm. kinda excited. i've always wanted to do it. another class i wanted to sign up was bellydancing. :P but i shy. bwahaha. but i feel like going for it. haha. maybe. i'll think about that again. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i kinda feel like experiencing a night at a club. haha. maybe cos i'm listen to "sexy bitch" by david guetta. hahaha. its a nice song. makes me wanna dance. :P hahah! shhhh. anyway, its gonna be one of my dancing songs later. :P HAHAHA. SHHHHHH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;anyway, my day was so Shinggz. haha.dont have ruben to make my day BOOMzz. hahaha. oh well. ris low, thank you for your very nice english. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SuQcfwEzUZI/AAAAAAAACLY/PYBxJvDmTL4/s1600-h/IMG_3127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SuQcfwEzUZI/AAAAAAAACLY/PYBxJvDmTL4/s320/IMG_3127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396469585303261586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;well, imma go and dance now to a playlist of songs worth a good whole 50mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;ciaos amigos/be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;lla ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;*Lets all spin around in circles, smiling and laughing, troubles fading away with every breath we take!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-4596591194978862466?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4596591194978862466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=4596591194978862466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/4596591194978862466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/4596591194978862466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/pwease-oh-pwease-oh-pweety-pweety.html' title='Pwease oh Pwease, Oh Pweety Pweety Pwease?'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SuQcg9QZSyI/AAAAAAAACLo/-f6sL_GGz6o/s72-c/IMG_3112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-5448523435528117780</id><published>2009-10-24T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:54:39.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at times like these we learn to love.'/><title type='text'>when love is a STRONG WORD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Ray was a bloody idiot. yes, he was. he was never there, always partying, always drinking, always smoking. what WAS I THINKING??? hahaha. oh wells. but he made me open my eyes, he made me realise that, Yes, love IS a strong word. i dont think i ever regret knowing him. if i had never met him, i wouldnt have understood people like him, i would never have met my boy. things in life are interlinked, intertwined. things happen for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm kind of an introvert due to the surroundings of my upbringing. haha. although, i am not a very very intro-introvert lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;well. bern's bro, brandon has got a job with my help, which i hope he does well cos it will count to the ruben meter for my mum. haha. i've been having a bit of quarrels over small small stuff with bern cos like i said, i'm not a very open person. i try, but its only after bern kinda starts pestering me in a good way. (: oh wells. i'm trying. i dont wanna quarrel anymore. ): haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;i'm missing him now. he's at KL for a short holiday with the boys. they're going to Sunway Lagoon. ): i wish i could go too! ): no fair, wild wild wet is nothing compared to sunway. ): awww man. anyway, its all guys so i'll be a bit awkward if i went. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;anyway. i gotto go study. i have to make a difference this sem. so that assholes wont be breathing down my back again plus they wont have anything to complain against me.  i've gotto go revise my business accounting since i missed the first lecture. damn. haha. soo, ciaosie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ciao bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-5448523435528117780?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5448523435528117780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=5448523435528117780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5448523435528117780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5448523435528117780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-love-is-strong-word.html' title='when love is a STRONG WORD.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-5156173021947647746</id><published>2009-10-22T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:26:31.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><title type='text'>the confusion of smokes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SuB5HssEXjI/AAAAAAAACLQ/EDfKVnDjmvU/s1600-h/IMG_2979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SuB5HssEXjI/AAAAAAAACLQ/EDfKVnDjmvU/s320/IMG_2979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395445526751895090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;confused. i've been having so many happy days, so many struggles... now, i'm just scared.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;i love him. i really really do. but damn my mum. so persistent, so irritating, so bothersome and she just doesn't realise it. don't she see how other's react? how other's feel? how other's behave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;she keeps saying that my grandfather is so hard headed, so stubborn, so ignorant. i feel like telling her that sometimes, SHE TOO acts like him. exactly the same. imposing their beliefs onto others, what THEY think is right. this was one reason i took sociology. understanding behaviours, of the society, of the different generations. yeah.oh man. it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;well, i had a dream last night. one where i woke up bawling my eyes out. it was kinda telling me about my present life, how i feel about things. i think next year, i wanna take psychology. it will be interesting. erm... about the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;well it kinda started with my father spraying water on my shorts till i had to squeeze the water out of it, then i was making noise about it, and because of that my dad got irritated and scolded me. then it moved on to a point where they didnt believe anything i said or did... i shouted and screamed till the point that i was crying. literally bawling in my dream. woke up with tears in my eyes. yeah. shocked the shit outta me but it made me laugh? weird right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hah. i;m feeling awkward now. i feel like a pain in the ass for some people you know. inferior complex problem of mine. i just think too much about people's feelings. oh man. my mum is creating so much worry for boy's mum. by telling her in every sentence that me and him can only be friends. i understand i realise i wanna help stop it, BUT HOW?! what the heck can i do? i'm not even supposed to know what they talked about. ): it hurts. and i'm sick of making people worried at my expense. i kinda got his mum to lie for me too although i didnt ask her, boy did. and i feel really bad. i dont wanna trouble people, i dont. i really like his mum alot cos she's really modern about relationships and stuff. my mum's just scaring everyone away, and she gets offended when i tell others that she's fierce. she just doesnt show it to everyone. people, phrase of the day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;DONT BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU SEE ABOUT A PERSON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the clue to understanding someone, is to watch, listen, and then evaluate. what actions did the person do, why did the person do it? what did they person say? why did they say it? what was their tone like? how did you perceive it? then come up to a conclusion of what you think the person is like. it might not always be right, but at least you dont assume that a person is bad or good at first glance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;why am i talking about this, i have no idea. oh wells. urgh. crazy confusion. i am the good girl vs the bad girl. what am i? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos bella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-5156173021947647746?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5156173021947647746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=5156173021947647746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5156173021947647746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5156173021947647746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/confusion-of-smokes.html' title='the confusion of smokes.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SuB5HssEXjI/AAAAAAAACLQ/EDfKVnDjmvU/s72-c/IMG_2979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-2734381899212734100</id><published>2009-10-10T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:39:40.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiredness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Ok. I am pissed. Yeap. Noreen, is jealously pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Although she knows that her bf will not cheat on her but that ***t should not be anywhere near him. i swear. bloody hell. i just need to complain lah. hahaha. hmmm. well, i'm surprised i'm angry but hey, I'm only human. well... What Can I Sayy??? hahaha. hell. she says she's dressing up like a red indian. YEAH RIGGGHHHTT. Red indian heh. well, silly ah lian, lemme tell you smth. you look like you were dressing up more like ris than anything else you were "supposed" to be. haha. yupps. a red indian does not just come to a party with a damn headband on your head dear girl. a red indian, if you WANT to actually be one, comes with a red indian outfit. jeez. noreen is one angry girl. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;hrumph. so pissed. seeing her face makes my blood boil.&amp;nbsp; jeez. the boy isnt making things worse. plus plus. they worse thing is right that this whole week i've had uncles acting weirdly around me. first case, was when i was wearing a tank top and a skirt to meet boy. i was at bishan mrt platform waiting for the train to come. there was this uncle just walking around looking at the group of girls walking in front of me. then right, when he saw me, HE FREAKING LICKED HIS LIPS SLOWLY IN MY DIRECTION.UGRH. like puhleassee. not nice at all. hmm..then there was one on tuesday, this tuesday, where i finished training and was going home. then right, so digusting. cos right, i was sitting at the bus stop, when this uncle on the motorbike beeped his bike's horn. i was smsing boy, i looked up cos like i was wondering what happened? then right, the uncle just stared at me pass the bus stop while riding the motorbike. wahlau... ): so digusted. am i like really an uncle magnet? thats damn sad. anywayyy. the worse is yet to come. i was feeling so digusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;YESTERDAY. hah. yesterday was damn fun. first i went to bern's house, ate porridge there, then since wayne was done with PSLE bern brought him to play badminton at our school. so we booked the courts for him. then... we got there at 3.15, got the net, they started playing first, then i went to change. in the changing room, i saw a handphone and a wallet. i thought someone was in there cos it was placed so neatly summore. so i went like looking around to see if there was anyone in the toilets or the changing room. no one. so, like i was thinking of possiblities. honestly i thought of ghosts too. :P hahahaha.yeahh. then i went to change first then come out and see how. when i came out i thought it would be gone. but noo. still there. so i went to open the wallet to see who it belongs to. but then i dont know who. haha. so i went to take both the phone and the wallet and ran up to the office. passed it to the uncle and ran back down to the badminton court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;i was playing with wayne against bern (the "pro") but he only won us by a few lorr. we had a streak of scores which lasted like a total of 5 scores i think. haha. then bern just got lucky. hahahahaha. oh wells.as i was playing&amp;nbsp; against wayne, a girl came up and asked me, "Did you see a track girl playing badminton here?" i replied, "ya." then she asked, "Do you know where is she?" and me being so slow and silly went, ".... OH. ME. haha. me why?"hahaha. yups. ok. doesnt sound as funny as if i told you personally. oh well. my life is dreary. Oh well. then when we were going home after changing, Jaq WINKED AT ME! aiyah. not feeling well now. nothing much to say now. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;oh i just lost my motivation to do anything. my hamstrings hurts, my ankles hurt, i'm not feeling well, tmrw is the race. and i'm tired. sian.kk. i go sleep first. g'd night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;ciao bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-2734381899212734100?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2734381899212734100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=2734381899212734100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/2734381899212734100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/2734381899212734100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/tiredness.html' title='tiredness.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-1493792342082682442</id><published>2009-10-01T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:19:35.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the truths of the world.'/><title type='text'>Horror-Fiying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTGzD4AJzI/AAAAAAAACJ8/0ZVGQSARNPU/s1600-h/IMG_2892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTGzD4AJzI/AAAAAAAACJ8/0ZVGQSARNPU/s320/IMG_2892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things look like they are crashing into the ocean for now.Maybe i should be doing a head stand to see things positively again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deep-Deep-Deepavali's coming! Hari Raya isnt done. and guess what else is on its bloody way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I.V.P!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;its my version of R.I.P. oh man. hurdles. scrambled eggs. how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTG5WmKfUI/AAAAAAAACKE/8h6MoqLmlTo/s1600-h/IMG_2894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTG5WmKfUI/AAAAAAAACKE/8h6MoqLmlTo/s320/IMG_2894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;today, i had an old ugly perverted uncle lick his lips at me. at the mrt tracks. (SICK SHIT I SWEAR) i was so freaking angry that when ruben called at that time, i just answered so bluntly cos in my head i was thinking, WTF! i was running through all the swear words in my head. damn. so gross.i felt so gross. oh well. i tried to tell someone but he was working so he couldnt have the time to hear me so i kept that disgust all the way till i met him. then, i still felt disgusted. up till now. i just cant forget that ass's face. damn gross.damn GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTG-OqVOSI/AAAAAAAACKM/NncTJ7g-BT0/s1600-h/IMG_2896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTG-OqVOSI/AAAAAAAACKM/NncTJ7g-BT0/s320/IMG_2896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;well. the i came back at around 5ish? yeah. then sat outside the house with tinkie and took photos cos the sun was beautiful as it alsways is.but the light rays were just about perfect. haha. got a photo i took eith tinkie that i love but like its kinda shakey for some reason. but i still love it. if you can see my fb diplay pic then yeah. thats the photo. or maybe i'll just upload it. hahah. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTHDNHzFOI/AAAAAAAACKU/PwCWfxmGXxs/s1600-h/IMG_2902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTHDNHzFOI/AAAAAAAACKU/PwCWfxmGXxs/s320/IMG_2902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTHIZzXTPI/AAAAAAAACKc/eOQuy2tqB8s/s1600-h/IMG_2903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTHIZzXTPI/AAAAAAAACKc/eOQuy2tqB8s/s320/IMG_2903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTHOHl535I/AAAAAAAACKk/v3R4ElKZ0PQ/s1600-h/IMG_2907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTHOHl535I/AAAAAAAACKk/v3R4ElKZ0PQ/s320/IMG_2907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;i dressed really nice today. i kinda liked it. but i still feel insecure. in some way. i still dont think i'm pretty (i think i'm average. i think most people think i am). my parents are bringing my hopes down, not letting me grow up. honestly, i'm just really sad now. happy sometimes, but deep down still quite sad. oh well. my parents dont&amp;nbsp; trust me anymore, neither do they believe me anymore, they rather trust a total stranger then trust my words so yeah. kill me someone please. i told this to people many times, i am not someone who is outspoken. my courage runs the opposite direction from where i need to go. anyway. i gotto go. tmrw is a new day. and i will survive. and i will be okay. i will get better. things will get better. i just have to forgive my past. for me to move on. thats what i like about myself. i know things can get better if i do smth. and i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTHTxBFUuI/AAAAAAAACKs/ZcYE-Fqsblg/s1600-h/IMG_2936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTHTxBFUuI/AAAAAAAACKs/ZcYE-Fqsblg/s320/IMG_2936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;oh wellys. sleeping time. ciao ciao bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-1493792342082682442?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1493792342082682442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=1493792342082682442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1493792342082682442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1493792342082682442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/horror-fiying.html' title='Horror-Fiying'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsTGzD4AJzI/AAAAAAAACJ8/0ZVGQSARNPU/s72-c/IMG_2892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-1132522748929536094</id><published>2009-09-28T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:37:31.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OUHKAY! i'm honestly super duper lazy to blog but here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll! i aint happy about running in IVP. i hell no dont wanna run hurdles, i'll just probably crash through all of it, i super duper HELL no dont wanna run 200m cos I'll prolly pull my hamstring at the curve.and prolly like the only thing i dont mind running for is the relay. but right, its damn jialat cos i still havent start&amp;nbsp; training, i still havent done my hurdles techniques since God knows when, and i havent run 200 since sec1. WHAT THE FUCK! i hate 200m! why put me in it GOSH. well. i really am prepared to die. i wanna skip the hurdles and the 200m badly by saying i'm sick or smth you know. have no choice. like stand in the rain and then get into and aircon room to PURPOSELY fall sick.i cant help it.i dont wanna run! but i cant do that. it isnt fair for the 4x100m relay team. but i'm scared. i'm not confident of my speed, i'm not confident of my strength. i dont feel in good shape. I AM NOT IN GOOD SHAPE. 2nd runner ccan&amp;nbsp; help catch up, or can help to lose. i know! but how? i scared of failing the team. it just isnt fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsDXrNk7_yI/AAAAAAAACJ0/53PZkCPLznQ/s1600-h/IMG_2861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsDXrNk7_yI/AAAAAAAACJ0/53PZkCPLznQ/s320/IMG_2861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh dearies. anyway. i'll continue about my trip some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao bella!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-1132522748929536094?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1132522748929536094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=1132522748929536094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1132522748929536094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1132522748929536094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/09/ouhkay-im-honestly-super-duper-lazy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SsDXrNk7_yI/AAAAAAAACJ0/53PZkCPLznQ/s72-c/IMG_2861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-1840813704957196635</id><published>2009-09-27T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:25:20.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. so i've been away for a holiday, and i havent been updating anything on the blog... yeah. lazy. so i'll update you next time. haha.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-1840813704957196635?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1840813704957196635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=1840813704957196635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1840813704957196635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1840813704957196635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-5532729875421783427</id><published>2009-08-25T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:29:50.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SpP6G72k0qI/AAAAAAAACJc/zxk6aU6eFEA/s1600-h/22092007%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SpP6G72k0qI/AAAAAAAACJc/zxk6aU6eFEA/s320/22092007%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373913777435890338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;       On this day of your life, Noreen, we believe God wants you to know...       &lt;br /&gt;      ... that today is a big day for you.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Yes, today. Keep your eyes open for a message. It might come in a shape of a bird flying overhead, or a graffiti on a wall, or a phrase said by a passerby, or... Whatever shape it has, this message has been trying to reach you for years, and today is finally the day. Keep your senses open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I' M KEEPING MY SPIDER SENSES, MY SIX SENSES, AND MY ULTRA-EXTRAORDINARY-UNBELIVABLY-SUPER-DUPER-WICKED-KICKASS SENSES ON FULL ALERT! ITS SO HIGH, THAT I HAVE NO MORE EXAMMSSS!!!! WHAHAHAHAHA. i think that was what i needed to keep my senses open for. i need to learn and relax. the message was that all the days i have prayed for my exams to be over and done with, ARE ACTUALLY HERE! WHEEEEEHEEEHEEE. hahaha. hyper lah. i just wanna scream and shout. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so so so. today was accounting paper. it was OHHHkayy lah. i can do. i think i can pass. i was able to do most of the questions. i got some mistakes here and there. hmm.. okok. i making myself scared. haha. okok. soo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;lets see. today. what a exciting funny day. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;first, was when ruben attempted to say a hurtful/cheesy-comeback line. haha. BUT as you all know, i AM the cheesy master... (yes, i can here all of you saying 'cheyy cheyy' to your computer screen,but admit the truth okay?) ... so, ruben's attempt at cheesyness was a FAILED ATTEMPT! hahahahaaha. yupps failed. he is learning from the master here.. haha. :P OH shutt upp. haha. how cheesy can YOU get huh? Huh? :p hahahahaha. kk. anyway, ruben told me to "YOU CAN GET LOST..." but he wanted to say smth to counter the harshness of the words BUT he couldnt. hahahaha. then, after he told me what he wanted to actually say, i helped him finish the sentence. haha. HE got so touched by it although it took him awhile to understand what i was trying to say. hahaha. kk. so my version goes like this... you say "get lost" in an angry tone... like "YOU CAN GET LOST!..." then you say in a sweet, soft tone,"... in my heartt.. &lt;3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;kk. second thing, today, i got so intrigued by the BAKUGAN toy that i went to buy one for myself. the 2nd version one. (: ruben's lil bro gave me his version one bakugan. the darkside bakugan. bakugans are fighters. haha. its like those card games kinda like cardcaptor sakura or err digimon/zoids kinda thing. haha. i cant explain it now but if you wanna know more im me or smth. ahaha. i am damn happy with my bakugans, i swear. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;thrid thing, I WITNESSED A THEFT AT BORDERS ORCHARD!?!?! LIKE HELLLOOO DUMB OR DUMBER man!??! stealing from borders?! what is there to steall? hmm.. ok. there are expensive stuff. haha. err. but the guy got caught. hmm. i'll explain more tmrw.i gotto sleep. parents nagging. haha. nighties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-5532729875421783427?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5532729875421783427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=5532729875421783427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5532729875421783427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5532729875421783427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-this-day-of-your-life-noreen-we_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SpP6G72k0qI/AAAAAAAACJc/zxk6aU6eFEA/s72-c/22092007%28006%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-124450502407796302</id><published>2009-08-23T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:54:23.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we must'/><title type='text'>as the time flies by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SpDhRo_mRiI/AAAAAAAACJU/qYksRJKDC1o/s1600-h/IMG_2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SpDhRo_mRiI/AAAAAAAACJU/qYksRJKDC1o/s320/IMG_2084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373042048631195170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-size:14px;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;On this day of your life, Noreen, we believe God wants you to know...       &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;        ... that you can only give away what you already have inside yourself.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;True giving happens when you are overflowing from the inside, and cannot help but share. When there is so much love within you that it has to flow to others or you would burst open. There is no thinking involved, no willpower in such sharing. It just flows out. If you have to force yourself to be kind, to love, to feel compassion, you've missed the first step of filling in your own Self with these emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;at2pmtoday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, this computer generated messages really do link somehow to my feelings now. hmm. today is really such a nice lazy day. i feel like sleeping you know. hahaha. like just lazying around. haha. the weather so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; cos of the multiple rains pouring down. ahh. so damn nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;urgh. noreen. move your body. move your mind. oh man. you know what can help me? FOOD. oh yes. FOOD oh FOOD. hahaha. andd boy boy. oh hang on, he's the PIGGY boy now. cos he slept for another 30 mins after i woke him up. hahaha. and i'm gonna start studying in another 6 mins. sian sia! oh man. boy taking long to reply. i wonder why? hmm. oh wells better shut down the comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sayonara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;at8.06pmtoday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm full. haha. i just ate my dinner. hahaha.yay. food. (: ate roti john (dad made it) and two pieces of prata. and i was full on that. hahaha.yupps. tmrw is my pom paper. i'm not ready for it. i cant seem to get anything stuck onto my head. lets see. i can remember the basic process of planning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;1)State Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;2)List alternative ways to attain goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;3)Describe assumptions on each alternative ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;4)Pick the best alternative way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;5) Create a plan on how to carry it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;6) CARRY PLAN OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;yeah. err lets see.. what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;strategic goals/plan : - long term (5 yrs and more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;                                      - done by top management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;                                      - broad perspectives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;                                      - for the whole organisation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tactical goals/plan : - Intermediate terms (1 to 3 yrs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;                                    - done by the middle management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;                                    - slightly more specific that strategic goals/plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;                                    - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;blah blah blah. haha. i'm reading the mindmaps the teachers put up so i can understand how it links. POM IS A BORING SUB! oh man. i dont wanna retake it. so i am gonna chiong for a pass. i know i can pass. i can i can. then tmrw after test, i chiong for business accounting on wednesday. aish. biz acc. not that bad lah. i still can cope. i must go remember my formats. that all. then i will pass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; tension tension. now its 9.50pm. i'll sleep at 10.15pm. wake up at 4.15am for sahur then go back to sleep till 6.40am to go to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;okok. gotto go. nighties! all the best to those having their papers this week! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-124450502407796302?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/124450502407796302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=124450502407796302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/124450502407796302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/124450502407796302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-time-flies-by.html' title='as the time flies by...'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SpDhRo_mRiI/AAAAAAAACJU/qYksRJKDC1o/s72-c/IMG_2084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-807553325045374024</id><published>2009-08-22T14:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:03:33.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/So-WXnXRvrI/AAAAAAAACI8/aOwFo6_We0M/s1600-h/IMG_2085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/So-WXnXRvrI/AAAAAAAACI8/aOwFo6_We0M/s320/IMG_2085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372678212924063410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;       On this day of your life, Noreen, we believe God wants you to know...       &lt;br /&gt;      ... that every little part of you is magical.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Yes, even the parts that hurt, even the ones that are feeling disease right now. It's alright to love what is in pain. More than alright, that's exactly where your love is needed the most. So why not touch that part that hurts and smile at it, at yourself through it, and whisper: ''I love you.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How the heck does this computer generated messages always manage to hit home on my feelings? damn. its awfully weird. its really some magical inspiration there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway, i've got a feeling. hahaha. i'm listening to the song. nice uh. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;i got a feeling, that tonight's gonna be a good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;this feeling. hm.. you know, i'm hungry. but i'm hungry for two things in particular. one, is FOOD. (yupps, fasting now lah) damn. and secondly, i'm hungry for my boy. heh. yeah. i know i sound really mushy mushy now. and noreen doesnt do mushy stuff right? hehe. but hell. love changes everything. if you know what i mean? hahaha. well, i always had this concept that it was kinda creepy to call others dear or baby or stuff like that. it just goes to show i was never really in love at that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;or maybe i just got hurt to many times that i couldnt understand it. hmm. true. that could be the reason. but boy boy here has made me realise why lovers call each others mushy names. hahaha. yes i understand and i cant help but say it too. :P hahahaha. yes. i miss him. i wish i was in school studying with him too. i've got another 4 hours till i break my fast. i just want to be with him lah. damn i cant even study now. i'm feeling super uber lazy. i think i might fall asleep. no food ah. damn. i just want my boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;hmm. i've been reading my other posts and i realise i sound so sad. well, hmm. i might sound sad but my blog is just a way to relieve my stress. i have many happy joyful times that i dont manage to type out on my blog. hmm.. honestly, i love to be around boy. cos he really makes me smile like crazy. he makes me laugh, he comes up with really really random stuff. which always makes me laugh. i just want to be there for him. to help him with any problems that he faces. so simple right? haha. yeapps. my lil care bear. hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;so about my school life. school, i'm happy, but i'm not happy. haha. i'm stuck in this feeling. i dont really have any good friends in class. i miss my friends, my classmates from ssp cos we were always so close. any problem and i could go to them. hmm. i just cant click with my classmates. :/ is it me or what? hmm i dont wanna fail any of my subs. i dont wanna be a floater. not fun sia. i think my micro-econs was okay. i dont think i willl do extremely well lah. hmm. principles of management on monday, i kinda hate this sub. but like its one of the most common sense answers. but so much things to memorise. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;i damn lazy to  move outta my bed. so hungry. i smell someone cooking summore. make me hungrier. damn. i miss MY BOY! what the heck. my heart is really  aching you know. its like one part of it is missing something. not sure if you know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;hmm. i'm gonna go on a holiday soon. like on the 14th of sept? going to germany, milan, rome yeah. to europe lah. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;kk. i stop here. its becoming too long. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;sayonara. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-807553325045374024?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/807553325045374024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=807553325045374024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/807553325045374024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/807553325045374024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-this-day-of-your-life-noreen-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/So-WXnXRvrI/AAAAAAAACI8/aOwFo6_We0M/s72-c/IMG_2085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-1946377108345748039</id><published>2009-08-13T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:07:59.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick and tired; literally'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;guess what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SICK AGAIN! YUPPS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;oh man. this time i feel really ill. i've got flu and cough. not just any kind of cough, its the dry one. so its damn itchy and irritating. damn. plus i'm havung muscle aches. like those that you feel really tired kinds. yeah. sounds a lot like H1N1 right? hmm. i should go check out a doctor. sekali i really have then how? liddat i've infected a whole group of people. hmm. but how come no one around me is getting sick? hmm. i'm not having a fever though. oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;mummy and daddy dont really think its that much of a deal. so yeah. i havent seen a doctor. oh wells. i went to the polyclinic myself. so yeah.it isnt that hard.doctor gave me a huge bottle of cough syrup which tastes horrible to the core. so damn bitter i almost puked. but guess what? the cost of it was only 70 cents! geez. the difference between a private doctor and the ones in a polyclinic. hahaha. oh hel. i miss my friends and my boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh yeah before i forget, a special thanks going out to HAMID and PRESLEY for covering up for me and coming down to say hi when i was working. cheered my day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;also a special thanks to a special teddy bear who came down the next day eventhough there was a risk involved. i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;oh man. my eyes starting to shut. tmrw i gotto go school. sigh. today i went to school early plus i was so damn sick. i felt so angry with myself. i sat alone in the library waiting to eat lunch with teddy. but he was late and his class started at 12 and ended at 3. i was alone all the way, still sick, sniffing and coughing. sighs. had a headache seeing so many people. i was reading a book called the ruins. oh man. such a sick story.. so gruesome. but the author wrote it so interestingly that i didnt put it down till i finished it. after that i felt sick in the stomach cos the ending wasnt as i suspected it to be. sighs. i lost my appetite then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;there's something weird about being alone. it made me feel so many things. independent, lonely, brave yet scared. i wanted to feel a familiarity. ah. well. after that long long time alone, i felt blanked. i didnt know what to feel. plus with the sicky feeling, i was suddenly too tired. i just wanted to be alone with no one walking around me, no noise. weird isnt it, to suddenly feel that way. anyone felt that way before? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i realised i've changed, i admit it. but i still love those times in sports school.honestly i wish i still had that security the place brought. the friends we made. we are so close eventhough we are so far. how i miss those times. wow. its like close to a year alrdy. so fast. sighs. kays. i'm gonna take a rest now. type again later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;sayonara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-1946377108345748039?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1946377108345748039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=1946377108345748039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1946377108345748039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1946377108345748039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-what-im-sick-again-yupps-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-406266773199432328</id><published>2009-08-06T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:41:19.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood=moon.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;hold me close and dont let go... i need to know how you feel too. i'm falling to pieces so dont let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i'm so moody. i have come up with a theory. i think its because of the full moon. yupps. i heard that the full moon makes people feel depressed more. lots of suicides and breakups. yupps. i heard lah. not sure where i heard from also. hehe. well. i havent bathed. haha. and its 9.52pm. haha. oh hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i think i just made him sad. cos i asked him what he would do if i left him.hmm. so mean huh come to think of it. hmm. but right, he keep saying in a joking way that he will leave me. recently its been too much lah. haha. i know he's joking but there comes a point where i cant take it. where the joke just stops being funny. you know what i mean? sighs. just that day, he asked me what i would do if he walked away from me. so i told him i would just go back home. i honestly, would not know what to do. i was thinking that i would be too shocked to do anything until after he had left the place. ha. can you imagine me being shocked? i can. urgh. horrible. well, it made me sad thinking about it. jeez. dont think he realised it though. oh anyways. its alright. he is quite blur to other people's feelings. so yeah. i understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i just asked him. he said he wont let me go. but he never actually answered me. oh wells. i bet he just couldnt imagine it happening and he wont know what he'd actually do. sighs. love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. saturday's coming up. tmrw i'm gonna go study. haha. ruben's gotto bring his lil brother to get his collectible car. hmm. i think wayne is such a nice boy. haha. i'd love to have him as my lil bro. haha. so naive. haha. but cute. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda lonely at home. what to do right? only child mahs.  always alone. even with a cat. hell. i'm gonna go off. sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-406266773199432328?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/406266773199432328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=406266773199432328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/406266773199432328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/406266773199432328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/hold-me-close-and-dont-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-6407304208155258485</id><published>2009-08-05T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:53:13.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed and moody'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SnmctKBpXoI/AAAAAAAACIM/TxioJOJ4piE/s1600-h/IMG_1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SnmctKBpXoI/AAAAAAAACIM/TxioJOJ4piE/s320/IMG_1926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366492730587963010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;oh man. i'm so moody today, that i irritate myself to the maximum. the heat is unbearable.the slightest things make me so damn pissed. oh man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i was listening to kelsey when i thought of ray. haha. i wonder how he is now. hmm... what a fella. "love is a strong word"-rayzacky mostafa. sighs. the person whom i thought would understand. ah. i guess i was wrong. he placed his friends before me. i understand. sighs. i didnt know him well enough i guess. anyway, i found my boy alrdy. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;he brings so much laughter to my life. haha. every small thing becomes a joy. he's been stressed out too. the projects rolled in for him. haha. poor boy. we all have projects what to do. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ok gotto go sleep now. (: nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-6407304208155258485?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6407304208155258485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=6407304208155258485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6407304208155258485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6407304208155258485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SnmctKBpXoI/AAAAAAAACIM/TxioJOJ4piE/s72-c/IMG_1926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-3600929966168399845</id><published>2009-08-04T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:27:45.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distraction my arse.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;projects projects and more projects. but, they are all gone! (: hehehe. yupps. now i'm stuck with exams, one presentation, exams and more exams. ): damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;this saturday at 9.30 to 11am, i've got comm skills exam. report writing, oral communication etc.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;next wednesday at 9 to 12 i've got comm skills presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;oh man. like heck. so muchthings to study. urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;things have been happening to me. haha. not supernatural things. i'm blessed not to have those. my parents were called up to meet yeaun huei and his higher up (whatever his name is), to talk about my many absent attendence to training. hah. oh man. training. yeaps. i havent been training. no motivation. honestly. i mean, her training doesnt motivate me, the team doesnt motivate me cos the team spirit isnt there to be honest... and i have so many projects as well.  and those in sports school should know that my time management has always been shitty. i never had good time management. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;well, the coach, the yuean huey and gang and my parents think that i am DISTRACTED. yupps. they all dont wanna say it. but my parents did. they all think that i am distracted because of ruben. hmm. i understand their concern, but honestly, if i didnt have him, i'd have broken down by now, under the pressure of the damn projects. really. cos my parents werent any help, coach was DEFINATELY of no help, and yuen huey and gang ( i thought they'd understand) definately did not do any better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;well, i had help from him, from hamid, from harriet, from amanda, from mei xian, from all those who listened, who took my stress away from me for even the slightest moment. those small encouragement helped. what did my parents do? they gave me more stress. scolding me when i was finishing my project, nagging at me cos i never do other things, nagging cos they think i wasnt studying... urgh. how does that help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;well, monday i went to talk to yuean huey and gang. without coach. she's not talking to me cos she knows alot of people were talking to me about it. hmm. they kept emphasising on one thing. that i am distracted. i can focus when i want to. i can.  i really can. but now, the thing is my time management. how to focus when i'm not managing my time properly. i'm sick and tired of hearing people telling me about me being DISTRACTED. yeah. like thanks lah, arent you the DISTRACTION now? jeez. i just wanna take a break. i dont wanna see these people's faces. they make me angry. urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;anyway, i'm studying hard now.  for comm skills, for microecons, for business accounting, principles of management... yeah. i wanna reach the Bs that the yuean huey's-in-charge set for me. i really wanna hit it. prove to them. slap their faces for saying that my boy is a distraction. grr. i wont play LAN this friday. i will study. i will enjoy my saturday afternoon and sunday with friends. enjoy s'pore's birthday. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;oh wells. tmrw, i get to sleep in. (: yay. haha. class starts at 1pm. no comm skills. i'll revise for it tmrw morning. go there early, bring my com. do my work till 1pm. then 4pm i study abit maybe with bern and gang (doing their project) then... yeah. around 6ish  then i go home? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;home. yeap. my mum keeps asking me why i dont like to come home. i feel like telling her sometimes, that they keep nagging. they keep raising their voices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;oh yeah. i gotto go. write again soon. ciaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-3600929966168399845?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3600929966168399845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=3600929966168399845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/3600929966168399845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/3600929966168399845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/projects-projects-and-more-projects.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-177614642462158203</id><published>2009-07-26T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:22:54.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i'm kinda irritated now.i dunnoe. i have micro econs project, csa project, micro econs individual project, comm skills mock presentation and all the tutorial homeworks. ): damn. how the hell to survive? i'm gonna get the csa one done. the micro econs one next. the the individual one. oh yeah shit and comm skills one too. damn it. i gotto finish it by today. stress you know. i feel suffocated. really. who to ask for help from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;damn tired. my god. ok. i'm stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;so many projects. ): SO SO SORRY TO HAMID! cos i keep being too busy to chat with you! ): i'm really tied up at the moment. damn. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;oko. i going to sleep. i'm really sleep deprived. oh wells. nighties. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;norr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-177614642462158203?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/177614642462158203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=177614642462158203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/177614642462158203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/177614642462158203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-kinda-irritated-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-8283760285056183904</id><published>2009-07-14T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:42:07.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I HATE PROJECTS! OMG SO STRESSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ahh. heck. my feelings all screwed up man. i'm so tired. my throat is sore. i have so many projects to do man. ah. hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;nighties,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-8283760285056183904?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8283760285056183904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=8283760285056183904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8283760285056183904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8283760285056183904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-projects-omg-so-stressed-ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-4362191515432457618</id><published>2009-07-11T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:07:56.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empty as a drum'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SlhkAgY8Y_I/AAAAAAAACIE/4jYp-80mcdk/s1600-h/IMG_1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SlhkAgY8Y_I/AAAAAAAACIE/4jYp-80mcdk/s320/IMG_1602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357141716614538226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So i really really feel outta touch with my friends. i feel so left out. i dont know. maybe its just my moodswings or smth.its like when i talk to them, there is smth different about it. i dont feel any change in the way i speak, or maybe thats what i think. i havent been talking to them. maybe thats why. i dont know. now i just feel like talking to piriyah. going out with her.brr. this feeling makes me shiver. oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i'm so like unsure. there are multiple things disturbing me. one, my parents. two, my training. three, my friends drifting. four, my school work. five, money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;oh hell. i hate this seriously. the only thing i can do is to be with love or be in a windy place with peace and quiet or be in the water, swimming pool or bathtub, as long as i'm soaked. damn. so damn urghed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk .gotto go out smwhere. sian. tmrw fasting for a day. no food. oh man. what to do right? no choice. anyway. ciaos.batt dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;norr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;and the wind blows her hair all over, whispering love stories in her ear, caressing her skin with its gentle breezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-4362191515432457618?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4362191515432457618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=4362191515432457618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/4362191515432457618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/4362191515432457618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-really-really-feel-outta-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SlhkAgY8Y_I/AAAAAAAACIE/4jYp-80mcdk/s72-c/IMG_1602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-2143769791564658423</id><published>2009-07-11T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:52:48.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cos i&apos;ll lay you down...'/><title type='text'>killer stomach ache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HOW CRAPPY CAN MY STOMACH BE?!?! ):):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my stomach hurts. its churning. i feel like vomitting, cos its empty and its churning cos i ate something it couldnt stand. damn shit. ): not a good feeling. made me wake up from my sleep and do a 3s sprint to the toilet. ): i went once. came back. sat on the bed (i couldnt even get to lie down!),suffered the pain in a crouched position, before i ran back to the toilet again. so, the second time came and went. i was sleepy. so i kinda dozed off for a fews seconds, sitting on the bowl. :P heh. paiseh. i woke up,washed my hands and decided to just sit on the toilet floor and wait for the third time of painful churning. true enough, a few mins after i sat down, i was crouching again. Thank God for i could feel the enormous difference after that. but now it seems like i still have some unfinished business to do. hehe. maybe its just empty. empty tank. :P oh wells.. enough about my toilet experience. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sooo. my friday, was kinda rushed. i slept at around 4am and was supposed to wake up at 6.30am. was damn tired. didnt even pack, didnt even take out my clothes for the next day. oh man. soo like right before i slept, i thought that i would just skip lecture, and come for project meeting. 6.30am came and went. i actually woke up. but i was too lazy to get out of bed. :P heh. i am a lazy bum, yes i know that. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;sooo. my mum crashed into my door, and was screaming at me to get up. so i was like "i'm going for the 11am one! same lecture different class!" -when actually the sub lecture was at 4pm not 11am. heh. yeah. hmm. so i left the house on time, reached school at 11am sharp, met love at the mushroom. --i wanted to have lunch with the gang. sushi. ): but all were either in class or gonna have class or alrdy ate. damn sad. feel so outta touch.-- love was so jonan-fied today. haha. sounded like jonan all the way from the mushroom,to the sushi place till i left him so i could do my project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;wah. jonan the poot poot king. heh. :P sushi was GOOD! but we took two plates too much. heh. stuffed ourselves so we didnt have to pay extra. heng ah. damn salmon maki. haha. i had red ants in my F&amp;amp;N grape drink. so i got a new one. haha. yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;here's my cheesy line of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(when you have just jacked the person you loved, and they go 'so you own me now lah', just say...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I always own you my love, cos i OWN your heart. &lt;/span&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;CHEYCHEYYY.. noreen sehh. come up with this kinda crap. hahaha! oh man. haha. since when have i not come up with this kinda crap? hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;k. back to my story, i was SERIOUSLY TOTALLY SCREWED UP LATE for project. damn. i honestly dont like being late. its a bad habit to be late. really. it catches up to you if you dont smack it down to being tame again.damn. so i gotto make an apology to Zhijun, Cammie, Shi ying and James who waited for me and leonard for so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM SORRY FOR BEING LATE GIRLS + james. I REALLY AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;but i dont know. it is my personal opinion lah but why didnt you guys start abit on P.O.M while waiting for us to come instead of watching the tv? no hard feelings or anything but if you could like brainstorm about it at least, then it would be much easier for us to start on the project right?  i dont know. anyway, i stayed like 5 hours in school to do the findings for comm skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;man i love swimming. (: love loves swimming. swimming is fun with the right people. (: i feel like going to wild wild wet or smth.hahaha. i love water. it just keeps me relaxed. its like, water helps me to block out the sounds of everything else, it lets me think of the things both bothering me and also the things that make me of so very satisfied and happy. the quietness is like my sanctuary to allow my thoughts to flow, to allow me to think of  the ways to solve/fixed my problems. it hide my tears when i cry. it cools me down when i am angry. i just submerge myself and let go. ah. that is how i feel about water lah. hehe. wah i like so chim liddat. hehe. so in depth. :P today's ending was so relaxing. so shiok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;ah man. i miss my friends man, i really do. i'm gonna plan a day to go out with them man.seriously.hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;so. harriet, CONGRATS! hehe! i forgot to mention it. hahaha! oh well. i cant think of you as a 24 yr old cos honestly you remind me of at least a 19 to 20 year old. hahaso congrats! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;kk. i gonna sleep. damn tired. and hungry. haha. ok. nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-2143769791564658423?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2143769791564658423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=2143769791564658423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/2143769791564658423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/2143769791564658423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/killer-stomach-ache.html' title='killer stomach ache'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-4886930402898738051</id><published>2009-07-05T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:26:30.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRE ME~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;so much for feeling okay right? "i'm okay"- thats what i tell everyone. i mask it, i hide it, i fold it and stash it away. think its over noreen? noo.. think again. well. i am only human, so what more can i say to deny it? i'm not okay. i never was. maybe at one point i was. but when i'm not around those i love, those that "slap"me in the face (with facts) and tell me to wake up, the words those nincoompoops whisper, gets to me. yeap. it just hits me square in the heart. hah. bet you were thinking it would hit the face or smth. :P nah. it hurts the heart, these words from idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;well. i think, i have a feeling, ruben's drunk by now.. so much for cutting down on beer and ciggies. oh well. i can really seriously only help him till a certain extent. the rest is his own discipline. hope he doesnt do anything stupid. :/ i make him worry today. and i'm making him feel so uselessly dependable on me for money. hmm. i'm feeling abit frustrated too. he has to stop spending and start saving. he doesnt need to spend it on me. but he needs to chill out at home. then again, i'm the girlfriend of a party boy. haha. oh wells. as  long as he doesnt do anything stupid when he's drunk. oh man. so worried i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;sighs. things have been getting to me. words especially are getting to me. still. my counsellor has adviced me to relook the situation.  look at it from a different point of view. my negative thoughts should be turned into positive. he made me see. thank god he told me. haha.thank god i have friends like him. my nakamas. haha. :P the only few i can actually tell stuff to with no hesitation. haha. why you may ask? hmm. that, only god can answer. they are just such awesome people. (: loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;from : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;WHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    to     : &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;well if you were wondering, the person told my dear boy, that he could get someone MUCH MUCH better looking than me.  my boy couldnt keep it from me, he told me, i apprieciated it. but no matter how i tell myself that it doesnt matter, the more it matters to me. cos the more i wonder, why? why does he bother sticking around? what for? i'm glad though. honestly. really fucking glad to have him. (excuse me, but only vulgarities make the cut for expressing my expression.) the idiot who said it, should have said it. really. you honestly dont want to be my enemy. hah. i make it sound like those who are my enemies actually die from smth. well. take it this way, i'm making myself feel good. feel strong. (: haha. oh well. if you consider me ignoring you when you say hi, me giving you the CB face when you look at me, me talking to you (if i have to) in a monotone way, something horrible terrible, then yeah. its not worth being my enemy. either be some one i know but isnt my best or good friends or just make your way to be my good/ best friend. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;boy sitll hasnt called. hmm. honestly think that he's drunk. i just hope he gets back safe. really. my eyes are shutting down. but before that, i must tell you that ICE AGE 3 IS TOTALLY FUNNY. haha. i love the stupid squirel. haha. fighting over the nut. haha. well well well. its funny for me lah. haha. yesterday night, played CS with the gang. i wasnt too bad i think. :P feel like playing it now. haha.i had motion sickness though. haha. sucks. ask me bout it and i'll tell you.haha. oh man. i'm still thinking of ice age 3. ahaha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahh. the things that make me happy. ruben, hamid, presley, mei xian, divya, piriyah, and amanda. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I LOVE YOU ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; ruben: bed of roses. thank you for calling. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  hamid: COUNSELLOR (: (:  thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;norr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-4886930402898738051?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4886930402898738051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=4886930402898738051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/4886930402898738051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/4886930402898738051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-for-feeling-okay-right-im-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-8013592881148593377</id><published>2009-06-30T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:07:38.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no.</title><content type='html'>what an unlucky/funny/sueyyy/hilarious day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. my unluckiness. i cannot mention. too bloody bad alrdy. first, teacher come and pick me to answer the question. then when she lets some one else in the class choose, i GET PICKED AGAIN! how suey? urgh. cos some more, i dont really understand that topic. urgh. suey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm so damn tired. i trained today. did 5 rounds of phat leg ( i think thats how you spell it) thenn died. so i decided to do 30,30,20,20(100) times of sit ups and back raises. hehe. yupps. now my lower stomach region is feeling a lil tighter. hehe! i must continue to do it and train lah. cannot just give up like that. so yeah. i must have a lil motivation. whats more, FRIDAY IS SPORTS DAY! and GUESS WHAT?! i'm RUNNING 100m AND 200m! I DONT LIKE 200m. wahlau. so suey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. guess what. i think i lost my phone. how now sia?! fuck.shit. the day is getting bad to worse. sialah. fuck. i left it in the bus. crappers. seriously. how? omg. plus. i have another problem. but i cant say. hmm... maybe i have the solution. hmm. oh man. the stress. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-8013592881148593377?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8013592881148593377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=8013592881148593377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8013592881148593377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8013592881148593377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-no.html' title='oh no.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-3288482965637463502</id><published>2009-06-24T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:26:30.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet dreams are made of mee... (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SkEsQBDbvXI/AAAAAAAACH8/zxMG2BCNPas/s1600-h/IMG_1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SkEsQBDbvXI/AAAAAAAACH8/zxMG2BCNPas/s320/IMG_1487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350606485965225330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tell me that you love me, and it will be alright.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Are you thinking of me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Just come to me tonight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;You know i need you, just like you need me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cant stop, wont stop,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i must be dreaming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;i feel, insecured. i feel, really sleepy. i feel, in a daze. i feel, like i am unable to concentrate. i feel, like i'm on a high. ): oh man.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;do ya, do ya, love me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;do you want me to hold ya when you cry?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;do ya, do ya, love me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;dont wanna hear you say mayy beehh..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;wont you tell me do ya love me, cos i wanna know!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;so. one, two, three.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hamid and Presley,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF! REALLY REALLY TAKE CARE! I LOVE YOU PEOPLE!must okay?? i'm praying for you! :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;lovess,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-3288482965637463502?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3288482965637463502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=3288482965637463502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/3288482965637463502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/3288482965637463502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/tell-me-that-you-love-me-and-it-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SkEsQBDbvXI/AAAAAAAACH8/zxMG2BCNPas/s72-c/IMG_1487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-6176633941154832246</id><published>2009-06-16T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:58:46.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who is the guy?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OHHHH MANN. what do we do. haha.  All i can say is that, i am so dazed right now, i feel like i'm on cloud 9. hahahahaha! oh yeah. haha. things are okay. everythings is fine. bu i feel like i need to talk to my frieds more now. haha.my phone bill just burst thru the ceiling again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;oh well. i'm really not in the mood to update my blog. haha. things are just going on well lah. thats all i can say. haha. i've met so many new people, understood so many new things. heard so many new songs. still am. haha. i tried to  fast today. but its a total epic fail. cos you know why? i just HAD to have my bloody friend over in the morning. if you get what i mean. haha. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tomorrow gonna go to school for project work on Comm Skills with the group at 12. hmm. then i gotto train, then rush to bugis at 7 for gathering. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;thursday i gotto meet up with the gang at clarke quay at 7pm for dinner there. the gang consists of melody,lau lau,manda,shree,mariam,jannah,piriyah and me. duhhh? hahaha.  yeahhh.. friday, i am free. hmm.. i wanna go out with sweet. but the poor boy has only 15 bucks on him. hahaha. unless i can get my allowance lah. i havent asked it from mummy lah. hmm. the poor boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;next week's thursday is his birthday... got his card done. nothing much. haha. i'm not happy with it. haha.what else can i do for him? hmmm... i know he wants to get his guitar. he's short of $200 bucks?hmm... how can i get like $200 bucks?  hmm... or what else can i do? i'm gonna treat him to transformers the revenge of the fallen... i should print pictures? should i? hmm.. lemme see. i shall print piccys lah. i think more punch right? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sjdt77YLsyI/AAAAAAAACHw/3Q6gJ-ktiEo/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sjdt77YLsyI/AAAAAAAACHw/3Q6gJ-ktiEo/s320/IMG_1423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347863958844584738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sjdt7vDM-0I/AAAAAAAACHk/wweF7h_HVCk/s1600-h/IMG_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sjdt7vDM-0I/AAAAAAAACHk/wweF7h_HVCk/s320/IMG_1189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347863955535362882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sjdt7YWmwDI/AAAAAAAACHc/pc7kkYBdMu4/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sjdt7YWmwDI/AAAAAAAACHc/pc7kkYBdMu4/s320/IMG_1188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347863949442727986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sjdt6wv6m7I/AAAAAAAACHU/2kZHP4K8A4I/s1600-h/IMG_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sjdt6wv6m7I/AAAAAAAACHU/2kZHP4K8A4I/s320/IMG_1187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347863938811468722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sjdt6QUDXAI/AAAAAAAACHM/rfjA4m2bE1Q/s1600-h/IMG_1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sjdt6QUDXAI/AAAAAAAACHM/rfjA4m2bE1Q/s320/IMG_1185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347863930104667138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;these few piccys okay? hmmm... plus a few more? haha. yeahh. but this photos are nice arent they?  duhhh. cos i took them lah! HAHA! what the heckk. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hmmm... so yeah.. oh wells. i'll try to make him happy. :)  love is such a funny thing isnt it? :)  oh man. what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;man. i just wanna surround myself around friends and him of course. haha. but i dont wanna forget my friends. i still love them loads loads. haha. and and I WANNA WATCH BLOOD THE LAST VAMPIRE !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;BUT RIGHT?!? THE DAMN THING IS M18 LAH! I AM NOT 18!!! :( :( :( my favourite anime siaakk. haha. stupid shyte. ruben says that cathay cine doesnt check. but i scared they check. how how? :/ aisssshhh. i cant find it online too. wahha.... :'( can cry siakk. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;sian. haha. oh. listen to "my song". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;bed of roses by bon jovi.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting here wasted and wounded&lt;br /&gt;At this old piano&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to capture&lt;br /&gt;The moment this morning I don't know&lt;br /&gt;'Cause a bottle of vodka&lt;br /&gt;Is still lodged in my head&lt;br /&gt;And some blonde gave me nightmares&lt;br /&gt;I think that she's still in my bed&lt;br /&gt;As I dream about movies&lt;br /&gt;They won't make of me when I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an ironclad fist I wake up and&lt;br /&gt;French kiss the morning&lt;br /&gt;While some marching band keeps&lt;br /&gt;Its own beat in my head&lt;br /&gt;While we're talking&lt;br /&gt;About all of the things that I long to believe&lt;br /&gt;About love and the truth and&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is baby you're all that I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lay you down in a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails&lt;br /&gt;I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is&lt;br /&gt;And lay you down on a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm so far away&lt;br /&gt;That each step that I take is on my way home&lt;br /&gt;A king's ransom in dimes I'd given each night&lt;br /&gt;Just to see through this payphone&lt;br /&gt;Still I run out of time&lt;br /&gt;Or it's hard to get through&lt;br /&gt;Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you&lt;br /&gt;I'll just close my eyes and whisper,&lt;br /&gt;Baby blind love is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lay you down in a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails&lt;br /&gt;I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is&lt;br /&gt;And lay you down on a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry&lt;br /&gt;The barkeeper's wig's crooked&lt;br /&gt;And she's giving me the eye&lt;br /&gt;I might have said yeah&lt;br /&gt;But I laughed so hard I think I died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Know I'll be thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;While my mistress she calls me&lt;br /&gt;To stand in her spotlight again&lt;br /&gt;Tonite I won't be alone&lt;br /&gt;But you know that don't&lt;br /&gt;Mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;For it's you that I'd die to defend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lay you down in a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails&lt;br /&gt;I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is&lt;br /&gt;And lay you down on a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i love my sweet boy. haha. thank God for him in my life. Thank God for everything that i have, every friend i meet, all my best friends i have made, the parents that i've got, the cousins that i have.. these people mean the world to me.  &lt;/span&gt;Thank You Allah for everything. :):) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;love love,&lt;br /&gt;norr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;things are never the same without you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-6176633941154832246?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6176633941154832246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=6176633941154832246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6176633941154832246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6176633941154832246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohhhh-mann.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sjdt77YLsyI/AAAAAAAACHw/3Q6gJ-ktiEo/s72-c/IMG_1423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-5623439639321095748</id><published>2009-06-09T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T03:05:16.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love the way you see me...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;today. was a very fun fun day. the other day was an awesome awesome day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;lets see... how do i  say it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;hmm. yahh. so i think i'll start with SATURDAY morning. okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; storyy begins there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;lets see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY MORNING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i got an sms from YONO fan of BONO at 3amish in the morning. damn early. knn. haha. i was sleeping. so i replied at like 5 amish in the morning, not looking at the actual time i received it. haha. so yeah. he replied me at 9amish later asking me where to meet and how to get there. i wanted to find out if lau lau was going first.haha. so yeah. i smsed them back and forth then at 2 to 3 ish we confirmed that we would meet at bukit batok interchange to take a bus there. went there, drank a cup of $6 coke. haha. (one sip was 50cents man.) haha. bought it cos the lady was pesterinf us to buy so me and lau lau were like fed up and bought coke. innocent lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;haha.thenn.. yeah. listened to Skyrocket and Anger Management play. awesome shit they did lah.  super 80s. haha. nice stuff. but i think for lau lau and yono, they werent quite used to it cos of the songs. they werent familiar with the songs. then yeah. haha.mei xian left when Anger Management sang their second song. haha. me and yono went to send her off. she took a taxi cos she was late. hm. then yeah. we went back, sat down at our usual spot and Anger Management had to be doing their last song. haha. thenn.. yeah. there was a slight commotion when they finished when ruben said " this is a 3 + 1 thing!" i was wondering what thing. so yeah. but didnt think much of it lah. haha. so i relaxed when ruben went on to say " Ok. i would like to dedicate this next song to a very special girl, Noreen. Noreen, you remember i told you i would ask you to be my girlfriend? yeah. when i gave you that ring i meant it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. oh yeah people. i'm with dear ruben wong now. haha. shocked? haha. but i was touched. he did it in front of many many people. i was kinda shy. haha. then again who wouldnt be? but the thing i was so happy about was that he was so daring and had actually thought about doing this for me. haha. aww. hell. he is an awesome guy. love him much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;so todayy. went to east coast with ruben after a day of not seeing him ( i know i wont die. not saying that i would die.) yeah then met up with piriyah, divya and manda at orchard, i was late but they were too only piriyah. haha. ate pizza, laughed, had fun, took some pictures,bought some clothes ( manda and pipi did. not me.) , thenn went home. haha. fun lah today. and dang. wahab just confessed to me that he likes me. hmm. i decided not to bring his hopes up and i went to tell him directly that i alrdy have a bf and i just found him. haha. yeah. first time noreen so direct. well i guess its better if he gets hurt now when he still can recover then he hate me later. i told him nicely too. so yeah. well. its 3am on the 10th of june now  anddd  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its PIRIYAH'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIRIYAH!&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE 17 YEARS OLD ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt; MUAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;gonna meet her later.. with dipna to watch monsters vs aliens. heard it was a good show. haha. ohh wells. ahaha. i might be watching drag me to hell too. damn i hate horror movies. ahh. heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;anyway, i'm dead tired now. so i wanna go and sleep. haha. nightss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;norr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ihopethatlovewontdeceivemethistime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-5623439639321095748?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5623439639321095748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=5623439639321095748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5623439639321095748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5623439639321095748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-343595259983025044</id><published>2009-06-07T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:27:43.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh the coolness of the wind.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;yesterday. ouhh. yesterday. i missed wahababa's gig yesterday. but i  had the time of my life with stupid shitty funny ruben. hahaha. that idiott. haha. yeahh. bought him his birthday present in advance yesterday. some "leather" bagpack. damn. i need one myself. haha. ouh wells. damn. i need to buy pipi's one also. hmm. pipi! what do you want? :P haha. i rather get something you want then i buy smth that has no use. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i gotto get ready at like 4.30ish? gonna  go to the gig lah. ahaha. hopefully mei xuann can come. haha. yono's going. at least got gang a bit. haha. but i think he'll desert me after awhile sia. haha. crap. haha.thats why i want lau mei. then i can go high also. hahaha. laugh like donkeys. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;manda's father's birthday sia today. thats why she cant go. sad. :( presley had smth on so he cant come. sad. divya has smth on too. so she also cant come. SO LAU MEI! come come come! :) :) come okaayyy?? :) pipi cant come cos she's in viettiinamm. hahaha. and only comin back on monday. tmrw. haha. damn. haha. tmrw my mummy wants to shop. tmrw is the chance to get alotta stuff. :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;crappers. hmm. its 4.23 now. i should get ready soon. hopefully mei xuan comes. :) insyahallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hell. gotto go now then. sayonara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-343595259983025044?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/343595259983025044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=343595259983025044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/343595259983025044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/343595259983025044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-6524132587340758685</id><published>2009-06-05T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:07:57.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perf perf perf perf - ummee...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOOHOOOOOOO. THANKS LAU MEI, DIVYA,PRESLEY, HAMID AND ZUL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(i dunnoe your full name) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO WENT "SHOPPING"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (more like eating)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WITH ME TODAY! WHEE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MADE MY DAY although i lost my hand phone's back cover and zul made fun of  me so many times. haha. he and his white, shiny rose card design. haha. its nice by the way. haha. cute guy from IT. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I WANT IPHONE. :( haha. okay. i had fun. although i only bought small perfume bottle from SEPHORA. awesome shit stuff that they sell. haha. now i smell all chocolatey, i think i have to stay away from hungry people. :P later they eat me. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;haha. shiokness. ahh. tmrw have to go to GOMBAK sia.. not sure if i want to. at 9 man the thing start. ms suhana says its okay if i cant make it. but like i think she sleep liaos. so how to tell her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;yeah. i guess, i'm going for the party anyway. i realise, i dont care what others think because when they actually get to know me, I AM AWESOME ENOUGH, that they WONT CARE! :) hahaha! chey chey .what the heck lah. they all gonna go drunk then what the shit am i gonna do? anyone wanna lend me your psp or smth? :) itouch preferably? :P haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sian. haha. zombified man. dang body clocks. haha. woke me up at 9 this mornin man. crazy shyte. i had only 3hours and 15mins worth of sleep. i think i should sleep now also. haha. so yeah. nighties? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THANKS AGAIN TO THOSE LOVELY FUNNY PEOPLE TODAY! :D you help me get outta my mood. :) love you all. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-6524132587340758685?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6524132587340758685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=6524132587340758685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6524132587340758685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6524132587340758685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/woohooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-8879952004391206208</id><published>2009-06-05T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:37:52.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shop shop shop shop'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SHOPPINGGGG!!! I'M GONNA GO SHOPPING! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;laugh laugh laugh and shop shop shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hehehehehehehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE FRIENDS! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;hmm. i dont know if i wanna go to skyrocket's party anymore. there are lots of factors lah. hmm. not sure if i can tell him.. how to tell him? but he's playing. i wanna support. but i dont feel that enthu if there was no one close that i know. anyone wanna follow me? :) hmmm. i'll see how. i know i'll disappoint him if i dont go. but he is so excited about it. i... am, not that to be honest. i should go. support him. ): i'm afraid. afraid of judgement, whats more, if there WAS judgement, i wouldnt wanna know. then i wouldnt be bothered by it. but. hell. i am alrdy told. but no one hsould be blamed. hmm. yeah. insecurities are coming back up. i feel like just hanging out with presley and hamid and mei xian and divya and not think about anything else. i just wanna hang out with my friends, i wanna hang out with him. but, ... hmmm.i dont know. not at the moment. i need to get back to the stage where fun and laughter came easily around him. i feel like i've disappoint him or smth. i know thats not the case. but yeah. i cant help but feel this way lah. yeah. so now i really need my friends around me. i'm gonna indulge in spending for awhile, laughing for awhile, crapping for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i'm so sorry i feel this way. i really cant help it. hmm. okok. now, no more thinking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;ITS SHOPPPING TIMMEEEE!!!! :) :) :) hahahahahahaha! ciaos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-8879952004391206208?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8879952004391206208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=8879952004391206208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8879952004391206208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8879952004391206208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/shoppingggg-im-gonna-go-shopping-d-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-1907041811195159812</id><published>2009-06-04T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:45:19.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make me smile make me laugh dont make me cry...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;so not feeling well. damn. how how how? no one to shop with. i'm in no mood to even rebutt my dad sia. i just follow what he ask me to do. that is how crappy this headache is. and i cant believe i am even typing this. hmm. but today has been fun. haha. yeapps. finished ALL MY TESTS! :D :D :D :D: :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;hmmm...yeahhh. met hamid today. haha. first time ah. haha. hmm.. he was quite funny. haha. presley as usual always make me laugh. haha. funny arse-ses haha. their life is so complicated/messy/hectic/interesting/funny/eventful man. haha. a lot of shit man. haha. they just kept talking and talking and i just kept laughing and laughing. haha. they were telling me all their stories from school. man. telling me bout their classmates and stuff. it really made me feel like i missed out on smth when i was in sports school. BUT! i still love my sports school. :) i will always love the time with my BESTEST OF THE BESTEST friends, all the guys, all the girls, all my enemies, all my sidekicks, all my teachers. i tell you, no outside teacher can ever take sports school kids unless they can tahan a WHOLE LOTTA energy. "no monkeyyy business ahhh!"-mak ping sun our "beloved" science teacher. hehe. not so beloved in the end. haha.  sian. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;pause. i gotto call dear ruben wong yew hsien. yupps. haha. crappers. i am damn tired.  hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i honestly am not feeling happy to be honest. i need to shop. i need to laugh. i need to ... i dont know. i really dont know. sighs. i'm having goosebumps honestly. haha. the feeling of mine. i feel like i should hide it away from everyone. like it will make others sad.  i rather not let others feel my worries. ahh. hell. its not a biggy anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hmm. i havent call ruben. i. must. call. ruben. now. pick up the phone and dial now noreen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;sian. i still havent call. urgh. kk. calling now.  i sign off first. my dad took my camera. :( sad sia. cos he left his in KL with the office people. jeez. one week of no camera?! whaattt is thiss. sighs. this is sad lahh. i wana get an itouch. tmrw i try to get one. haha. kk. going off. ciaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;dammit. my dad made me unhappy just when i felt better. sian balls ah. eff it. bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love hits me like a bullet train,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so fast and hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my protective wall doesnt even make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-1907041811195159812?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1907041811195159812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=1907041811195159812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1907041811195159812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1907041811195159812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-not-feeling-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-5874748545893463435</id><published>2009-06-01T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:54:07.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets get crackin&apos;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SiPrbA2cJ3I/AAAAAAAACHE/srUB6raoUz0/s1600-h/05122008%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SiPrbA2cJ3I/AAAAAAAACHE/srUB6raoUz0/s320/05122008%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342372432308873074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ohhh. haha. i've been super lazy. lazy to upload pictures, lazy to do anything. haha. now listening to freddie singing "somebodyy, somebodyy, oh somebodyy to loveee" hahaha! i love freddie. his voice uber sexy. haha. sad that he ... yeah. hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;oh wells. the test today was crap. haha. in a way. actually it was okay. not bad not good. ye know. haha. errr. had P.O.M today ( principle of management). yeah. crapped part of a question. ah heck. its over. i dont want to talk about it. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; tmrw. tmrw is microecons. haha. now i love this song by Queen - Love Of My Life. haha. how awesome is freddie mercury. haha. awesomeest.haha. kk. i'm gonna study my micro now. i study so hard i feel like i'm taking my O's again man. haha. hell. its for the benefit of my track. haha. :P friday is PARTAAEEYY time. haha. saturday anyone wanna go to sentosa with me? :D haha. sms me aite! haha! sunday anyone wanna follow me to skyrocket's party? :P haha. its at bukit timah, starts at 7. i'll go with ya! haha! sms me again aite. :) haha. come come come with me kays! i pai seh to go alone. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;kk. i go study. nightoes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;peekaboo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-5874748545893463435?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5874748545893463435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=5874748545893463435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5874748545893463435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5874748545893463435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SiPrbA2cJ3I/AAAAAAAACHE/srUB6raoUz0/s72-c/05122008%28007%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-4625866961157876216</id><published>2009-05-25T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:25:00.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='say whhhaaattt?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShrEbbxhVII/AAAAAAAACGg/5oW2aE06G30/s1600-h/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShrEbbxhVII/AAAAAAAACGg/5oW2aE06G30/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339796283792118914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;crazy shit i tell you crazy shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;my throat's being a biatch, my nose is a stucked pipe and this constant reminders of not drinking enough water is TOO MUCH! my gosh. my tests are next week man! CSA, BA, MicroEcons,POM. Crapppssss! howhowhow?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShrEbIHAtzI/AAAAAAAACGY/fyED0UzBY2Y/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShrEbIHAtzI/AAAAAAAACGY/fyED0UzBY2Y/s320/IMG_1431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339796278513547058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i must not panic. CALM DOWN NOREEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShrEaKnBmKI/AAAAAAAACGA/sr1QZlj9qGU/s1600-h/IMG_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShrEaKnBmKI/AAAAAAAACGA/sr1QZlj9qGU/s320/IMG_1366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339796262004824226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sian balls. today was quite fun. ahah. although i really did nth. hahaha. yeapp. was just on time for comm skills cos i woke up at 7.20am again (when i was supposed to be ready to leave at 7.30) so i rushed rushed rushed outtat the house at 7.45am and caught the 8.00am bus (59) at the interchange... yeah. switched buses to 8 (damn heng, cos the bus when i reached there was full, but anohter bus came a few seconds after thus, i didnt miss anything PLUS i had more space) and reached school at 8.55am where i rushed to the entrance of biz school to meet the gang. :P haha. yeapp. they waited. :) then we walked to comm skills (i was huffing anf puffing from walking so fast PLUS the blocked nose) where i took my temp (36.4degrees) thinking that i was above 37degrees. i ended up with 36.4 degrees. ahah. hell. my body is steamin' hot man. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShrEa_F-ACI/AAAAAAAACGQ/pc5zNj6L4NU/s1600-h/IMG_1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShrEa_F-ACI/AAAAAAAACGQ/pc5zNj6L4NU/s320/IMG_1418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339796276093255714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yeah. my fan is on maximum now cos i'm burnin' up again. crappy. i have to read thru my micro econs man. it really sucks to the max. and and i have to revise on my BA too. ddamn. haha. the mock test was killer fast man. but it was just 45min only but i really dint have time to complete i. plus i forgot most of the definitions thing. so yeah. need to revise on that. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShrEatKdSMI/AAAAAAAACGI/SLZBskCCItQ/s1600-h/IMG_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShrEatKdSMI/AAAAAAAACGI/SLZBskCCItQ/s320/IMG_1370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339796271280244930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;i went to see the docs alrdy. he gave me an mc plus like flu medicine, and cough and phelgm medicine. damn. i feel awfully tired. hopefully i can get up tmrw. my whole body damn heavy. must be the couhg syrup. the drowsy one. sian balls. tmrw in the bus then i read up on the stupid micro econs. shyte. so tired. kk. i am gonna peng right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;nighties. tatar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;waitforme,&lt;br /&gt;staywithme,&lt;br /&gt;i'llneverleave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-4625866961157876216?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4625866961157876216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=4625866961157876216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/4625866961157876216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/4625866961157876216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-shit-i-tell-you-crazy-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShrEbbxhVII/AAAAAAAACGg/5oW2aE06G30/s72-c/IMG_1433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-2915961046161328486</id><published>2009-05-24T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:00:47.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathe out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathe in'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;oh man. zhi jun! i am stuck on bejeweled BLITZZZ! :( haha. wahkauuu. hahha. totally hooked man. i just CANNOT seem to make my score better. :( unfair unfair. haha. well well. yesterday i went to sports school for the open house. haha. loads of fun. haha i've got some piccys but i havent been in the mood to upload em to my com. haha. my com is alrdy lagging as experienced by ruben and cammie and amanda. haha. yeapps. but i am quite satisfied with it though. haha. anyone wanna sponsor me on the hard drive? haha. then it'll load faster. hmmm.. i think i should go and get one. but from where? hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;burn is back. haha. from cruise. haha. idiot. gambling and drinking till he looks like a baboon's butt. their adventures are fun. haha. awesomely interesting. haha. i wanna go! ): not sure if mummy will allow though. haha.i really wanna go. ):  damn. tests are coming. bus. acc. mock test tmrw also. shiate. sian man. kk. i have a bad sore throat and a slowly becoming worse cough plus a running/block nose. sian. and i am still gonna go to school. ): go see someone. haha. not sure if... crappies. matters of love are so complicated. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;anyways, nighties, wo yao shui jiao lo. (i think thats how you write it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;tatar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;no matter how hard i try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;no matter how hard i fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;why does my heart always end up breaking in the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-2915961046161328486?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2915961046161328486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=2915961046161328486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/2915961046161328486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/2915961046161328486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-300843195334071741</id><published>2009-05-21T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:38:03.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;no inspiration no glamour. haha. today i am shagggeddd, lke a shaggy dog. :( haha. tired to the mantle core and crust. haha. eh. crust, mantle and core. haha. yes. geography. haha. oh man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ruben and gang are lucky shits. nick is a damn lucky shit. haha. he is so bloody fortunate. haha. they are all so bloody fortunate. :) haha. all going for cruise ni. haha.sad. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i aint feelling so well now. haha. tired because of not enough sleep, sore throat, headache, cough. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;aww damn just had a sneezing fit. uber painful. my throat feels on fire now. and my nose is a runaway kangaroo. :( haha. new fav. word. haha. kangaroo. :) hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;aww hell. i miss. haha. yes i miss. haha. crappers. my eyes are shutting. haha. bejeweled blitz is uber addictive. haha. yes. nighties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tatar,&lt;br /&gt;norr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;aint no sunshine when she's gone...&lt;br /&gt;leaving me speechless as always. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-300843195334071741?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/300843195334071741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=300843195334071741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/300843195334071741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/300843195334071741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-inspiration-no-glamour.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-1506319364620751298</id><published>2009-05-20T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T03:26:11.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='look right through me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShMGzbN2LQI/AAAAAAAACFg/yMZUm0BsiWc/s1600-h/IMG_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShMGzbN2LQI/AAAAAAAACFg/yMZUm0BsiWc/s320/IMG_1031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337617463913098498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;have you ever felt this way? haha. i feel so rebellious. but i dont think it can actually be helped. i just thought of smth. haha. and i think i should change. haha. not sure if it was meant for me but well, it made me understand and realise something. haha. thats where i was wrong about myself. haha. i should stop. :) this is interesting. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShMGz60oiYI/AAAAAAAACFw/WmXNZI2eNUo/s1600-h/IMG_1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShMGz60oiYI/AAAAAAAACFw/WmXNZI2eNUo/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337617472397281666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funnygangofdancers- excluding my and shree (we only know how to shuffle. :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;hmmm... past few days has been interesting? in a way. haha. been really tired man. staying up late for past few days. haha. plus i think it was partly due to the long long sleep i took during the weekends. shiokness to wake up at 2.30pm man. haha. but i cant now. haha. i'm gonna bring my comp tmrw ah. lazy to save my excel to the ipod thingy. not sure if it can work also. haha. oh yeah.yay. i just sent my file to myself on hotmail. haha. as long as it can work. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShMGzl9AeOI/AAAAAAAACFo/-FTkh7kBbc0/s1600-h/IMG_1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShMGzl9AeOI/AAAAAAAACFo/-FTkh7kBbc0/s320/IMG_1053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337617466795260130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn unglam shot.but i like. haha. i have no eyes. :(&lt;br /&gt;creds to cheryl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;wah si bei tired man. haha. i have difficulties with microecons man. i dont get the demand and supply thing as well as the elasticity thing. but! i got the next chapter. how is that possible right? shit. super tired. haha. kk. i'm gonna peng.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShMG0II15aI/AAAAAAAACF4/_q_5svAp3Y8/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/ShMG0II15aI/AAAAAAAACF4/_q_5svAp3Y8/s320/IMG_1188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337617475971704226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guinea pig of photos besides lau mei, manda and shree. :) nice right the photo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;'i wanna whole lotta love... a whole lotta love...' -adam lambert's version on Whole lotta love. :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;ahh. did my CSA work. dang have to send it to my email again. hais.kk. nights! love to all. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;who says we cant be loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;when people run in circles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;its a very,very, mad world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;mad world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-1506319364620751298?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1506319364620751298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=1506319364620751298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-3362558215286486021</id><published>2009-05-19T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:17:22.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super dead and gone.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;super tired. no point in typing. hahaha. tired. ciaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;norr. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-3362558215286486021?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3362558215286486021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=3362558215286486021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/3362558215286486021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/3362558215286486021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-5857345753491890645</id><published>2009-05-17T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:17:22.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate excel. learn to shut your big mouth.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i hate excel. i wanna swear but i cant. haha. i hate excel cos omg, i really have no freaking idea on how to do the project. i feel like, i am jumping into a pitch black lake and i have a feeling there are pirahnahs in there. haha. i just thought of lau mei and shree. haha. they love to say " i'm a Pi-RAHn- NAh." haha. nice nice. haha. i love my friends man. hahaha. they are totally awesomme. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and ruben, i am so gonna slap you until you die. then i'll kick you. damn shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;gotto go. print my stuff. ciaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-5857345753491890645?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5857345753491890645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=5857345753491890645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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DAMN. SO STUPID. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL to EXCEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;loser, hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;welcome to loserville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-893277865331217337?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/893277865331217337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=893277865331217337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/893277865331217337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/893277865331217337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-found-this-shit-on-lsk-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-8659268243381440697</id><published>2009-05-16T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:49:19.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile and wave boys. just smile and wave. :)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sg7d-pPTycI/AAAAAAAACFY/nBQeOqrsCbc/s1600-h/IMG_1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sg7d-pPTycI/AAAAAAAACFY/nBQeOqrsCbc/s320/IMG_1309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336446676772309442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sg7d-du3aJI/AAAAAAAACFQ/HyTGTKmKTeg/s1600-h/IMG_1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sg7d-du3aJI/AAAAAAAACFQ/HyTGTKmKTeg/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336446673683441810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Real love... i'd give it up for, real love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;AH! its been a long long time since i've blogged man. aha. at least i feel its a long time. man, i've been so busy i dont even realise it was a weekend until i woke at 10am today and went back to sleep till like 2.30 when 'ben called me. haha. shiokness of waking up late. damn. i wish i stayed closer to school. shyte. haha. i have to wake up 2 hours earlier to get to school ye know!?!? imagine manda! :O haha. no offencce manda. :) haha. crappy sia.. ermm... let see. whats new in my life... hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) The presence of more ( note: MORE) projects! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Super uber tired man. haha. suddenly alot of things to do. POM : the creating a business thingy. CSA: using excel to create spreadsheets for a supposed shipping business. i'm in charge of marketing/advertising. COMM SKILLS: Getting references for the topic of Euthanasia for the Monday essay writing exercise. MICRO ECONS: getting newspaper articles for ELASTICITY (damn effing hard man.) damn. crappy alot man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) the thought that my "friend/classmate" doesnt like me but doesnt come up to say it straight in my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;well, her acting isnt good i should say. the signs are there. i'm just tolerating her actions. i havent blown up yet. well. i didnt do anything wrong. i havent gotten used to them yet. thanks much much to Shing who came up to me to apologise even when its not her fault lah. haha. i appreciate it loads. shows that at least she has the heart man. she's a good friend. :) bout the other girl... well. i'm just gonna be myself, i wont hate you just yet. i might be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) i need a new training program from my coach. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;how to ask, that is the question. :) haha. i'm shy ah. hahaha.i have to call him soon. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yupps. so thats all actually. haha.other than that, alls the same or alls good. :) hahaha. i wish....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;haha. oh whatthehell. haha. the tp coached asked marvin to tell me to stop saying the eff word. :P hahaa! ooops. haha. well. i'll try to watch it around her. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ah. things are good. :) love ya all. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;so. yupps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sg7d-GTwPnI/AAAAAAAACFI/EOnbP1l66jg/s1600-h/IMG_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sg7d-GTwPnI/AAAAAAAACFI/EOnbP1l66jg/s320/IMG_1287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336446667395710578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sg7d9zxoTjI/AAAAAAAACFA/e7pB-JHSBfA/s1600-h/IMG_1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sg7d9zxoTjI/AAAAAAAACFA/e7pB-JHSBfA/s320/IMG_1278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336446662420745778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sg7d9jBtI8I/AAAAAAAACE4/qkNfj6BCPzc/s1600-h/IMG_1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sg7d9jBtI8I/AAAAAAAACE4/qkNfj6BCPzc/s320/IMG_1271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336446657924768706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; yupps. lovely funny people. haha. i should take a proper photo of the LSK gang. haha. that'd be fun. :) haha. kk. i'm gonna go off. haha. nighties. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes, lovefindsyou.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes,you'dhavetofindloveforittofindyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-8659268243381440697?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8659268243381440697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=8659268243381440697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8659268243381440697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8659268243381440697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/real-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sg7d-pPTycI/AAAAAAAACFY/nBQeOqrsCbc/s72-c/IMG_1309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-6726458337478751266</id><published>2009-05-14T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:56:02.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retards.'/><title type='text'>no way in the ways of love/life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so pissed. pissed to the effing core. with the shit that i have to tolerate frm the actions you both do. its damn sickening. come on man. dont you have some common sense to tell me? jeez. opening your mouths are so easy lah. you open it everyday. just tell me. and dont give me that effing tone okay. i havent shown you how bitchy i can get so effing heck, be a friend and tell me. at least that would have been appreciated. jeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;yeap. ok. so i have to say my "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SORRY-ies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" now. and this goes out to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BENJAMIN W&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: for coming so late that you got abandoned by ruben and didnt have enough time to spend with *....* during lunch. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;RUBEN W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;. : for coming SO late that you left the school pissed with whatever the reason. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICHOLAS L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; : for waiting for ruben and ben who was waiting for me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;AMANDA L.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;: for running home with out telling ya. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;damn. haha. late is bad. tmrw gotto wake up early. in a way. haha. sian ah. tired moii. haha. i'll go sleep now. nightos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-6726458337478751266?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6726458337478751266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=6726458337478751266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6726458337478751266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6726458337478751266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-way-in-ways-of-lovelife.html' title='no way in the ways of love/life'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-101834716806658679</id><published>2009-05-13T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:32:01.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='as night falls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all thats left is just you and me...'/><title type='text'>power outage? my body power has had an outage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;OUTAGE ah OUTAGE. :( haha. oh man. i am uber uber uber tired. mood swinging like mad dogs not on leashes and muzzles. :( hahaha. BUT i have such awesome friends who cheered me up and also understood me. :) haha. awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;well today, to start off my day, i was late lah. or at least i thought i was. hmm. yeah.  then i wanted to get drinks. so me,zhijun and cammie (we were waiting for Shing. :) ) decided to go to Cheers. i was queueing already infront of cammie and zhijun, when they suddenlt just ran out of Cheers. but i didnt move cos i thought they were standing outside waiting for me. when i paid and went out, i realised that they werent there. plus right, it was like 5mins past the supposed start of the lecture lah. so i was late, and i couldnt find em anywhere. My instincts told me they went to the LT (which happened to be the first one, cheers is all the way at the back) so i ran. as i ran, manda told me she saw them walking to the LT. which means right, they pang seh me. :( noreen,kena pang seh= betrayed, unhappy + extra moodiness.  wahlau. in my heart i was furious. like come on, tell me would ya? it isnt that hard ye know?!? sian balls. the feeling ah... bad bad feeling man. shing didnt know so my anger was more to ......  yeah. alah. sian ah. mood really damn bad leh. i have this weird vibe frm ..... like she dont like me or is irritated with me. hmmm. i dont know what i did but i am staying far away cos i might blow. haha. dang. i hate this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;its like feeling like you are a really ugly person, yet at the same time you are angry,sad , happy , hyper easily bad combo of everything. sian ah. plus no moood to trainn. sian sian. damn lazy. but if i dont train she will complain. you know who is "SHE" right??? ehehe. i wanna fo my coach's programme not hers. i cant take the horrifying shit. i hope tmrw is gym or smth. maybe not. i'm aching from doing jumps circuit with ruben who doesnt know how to jump properly. hahaha. awesome. i felt so impresive. hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;dang my eyelids are shutting down. my power supply running low hahaha. sian ah. i think i go sui  jiao liaos. hahaha. nighties! :)&lt;/span&gt; oh man. hah. the post didnt come out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-101834716806658679?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/101834716806658679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=101834716806658679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/101834716806658679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/101834716806658679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/power-outage-my-body-power-has-had.html' title='power outage? my body power has had an outage!'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-9125694847352410824</id><published>2009-05-08T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:20:34.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUNNY FUNNY XIAO ...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;i'm sitting here in the sports hall, watching manda sessioning, with alisha, diana and friends. hahaha. i am amazed. hahaha! yay! manda got into dance ensemble. ahh. damn. my com batt is running low. oh man. sian ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;today, xiao ... met ... .... . hahaha. and he was so nervous, he was rambling shit. hahaha! yupps crapping like crazy. HAHA! damn stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;kkk. i gotto log off. conserve the batt. hahaha. ciaos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-9125694847352410824?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/9125694847352410824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=9125694847352410824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/9125694847352410824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/9125694847352410824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-sitting-here-in-sports-hall-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-8001459344065526346</id><published>2009-05-07T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:45:21.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;man. i havent been blogging for VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY long. haha. sorry peeps. haha. i have been kinda busy with school. :P yeah. have a lotta projects to do. siaaann. haha. been thinking a lot. i feel kinda bad about making people sad. oh yeah. ruben hasnt told me smth. hmmm.. BLEAGH. SO MUCH HOMEWORK! SO MUCH PROJECTS! ITS OVERWHELMING! AH! SO GRRRR. k. got lots to do. ciaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-8001459344065526346?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8001459344065526346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=8001459344065526346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8001459344065526346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8001459344065526346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/man.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-6848582755273502148</id><published>2009-05-03T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:04:24.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit this damn feeling.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M TIRED, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M SICK, &lt;/span&gt;I'M PISSED,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M CONFUSED&lt;/span&gt;, I'M FEELING SHITTY, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M FEELING VERY DAMN EFFING EMO RIGHT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;cb. damn not happy. seriously. i think sometimes i'm too emotional. knn lah. why liddat? grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAH EFFING SHIT LAH. THIS FEELING DAMN EFFING SUCKS COCK CAN?!?!?!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; CB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;heck. i cannot type anymore. effing shit. i need to sleep early also. knn. good night ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tatar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-6848582755273502148?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6848582755273502148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=6848582755273502148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6848582755273502148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6848582755273502148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-tired-im-sick-im-pissed-im-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-7059765796878504608</id><published>2009-05-03T02:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T04:11:58.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spinning spinning down.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'M TIRED!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;:( no mooddd. haha. i wanna laugh. hahaha. someone make me laugh?hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm uploading piccys on the web. sian. too many to upload man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;haha. damn sian. haha. today i am a daring girl. aha. i would normally have never ever attempted this kinda shit in my whole entire life on heavenly earth. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;kk. so the scenario is, me and mx were at topshop checkin' out the clothes yeah. then she started talking in the brit-ish accent. haha. so i, as a natural human be-ing, followed suit yeah. haha. so we continued talkin' this way past Mac donald's where i want-ed to get a drink yeah. hahaha. :) so as we were walkin' to count-er, lau mei dared me to speak in the same brit-ish accent to the waitress. haha. so i, who wasn't thinking too much about anything, went up to the waitress (some my-nah. no offence) and spoke to her. i felt s'e cool, i a've to tell ya. hahaha.  :P i was like, " Erm. Hii. Could I have a Regular Coke please?" and you'd have to say it in'a thick brit-ish accent to pull it off ye know whatta imean? :) hahahaha! yeah. i felt good. hahaha! but... this lau mei, JUST HAD TO LAUGH at me, in front of  'er( the mynah.)  yeah. that was so malu-ating please? i was literally grinning from ear to ear man. haha. i was trying not to laugh so much that the guy help'in the lady was starin' at me in a weird way man. haha. i am so lame. haha.all becos mei xuan laughed so hard. hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;after that, we rackied the marina square while laughing and making ourselves laugh like hyenas on a kill man. hahaha. she got her bag which was awesome ahah. and like we just kinda bumped into khai leng, lossini, eevon and friend. haha. they were laughing at  me and mx cos we ourselves were laughing so hard we were making people stare. hahaha. if only ruben and shree were there. hahaha. the laughter would never stop man. hahahaha. damn. love this kinda moments where you just keep on laughing at some unknown subject. and you keep laughing and laughing and laughing. hahaha. and it just goes on and on. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;oh man. its like 4.07am. hahaha. awesoomee. ahaha. and i'm still coughing like a donkey. hmmm. i was wondering if i should get tights... :/ is it a good idea? haha. i'm quite insecure about my legs. :P hahaha! muscles the muscles! *note: THEY ARE MUSCLES! not FATS!* :( dang. my head spinning alrdy. hahaha. kk. bettter sleeep. hahaha. nightttoos! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ps: much much thanks to HAMID (i'm lucky to be friends with you man.), LAU MEI (thanks for the laughter), and RUBEN ( for the crappy nonsense) for the advice you gave mua. hahaha! love yall. :) &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-7059765796878504608?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7059765796878504608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=7059765796878504608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/7059765796878504608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/7059765796878504608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-tired-no-mooddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-6129780315934307793</id><published>2009-05-03T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T02:40:29.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3.30pmm'/><title type='text'>at like 3.30 pm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-right:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0cm; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m gonna blog here. Haha then i’ll transfer it over to my blog thingy later. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you are wondering what i am talking about, i am actually in school, at the sports hall watching lau mei play floorball, as well as listening to my favourite favourite song, Remembering Sunday by the All Time Low. &lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; awesomeee. Hahaha. The dragonboaters are finished with their team bonding. Haha. Awesome. I’m still here with manda dancing in front of me, and i am just blogging on my word. Haha. Sian. Blow and go playing on my&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;itunes. Haha. I love the song man. So catchy. Haha. And yeah. I’m bored. Haha. Really really bored. Hmm. I’m having a problem. How should i say this? Hah. I know hamid knows about it. Haha. But hamid, i haven’t been told directly yet so how to tell?!?! *you spin my head right round, right round...* ah sian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh man. Now Sebab Saya Shotgun is playing. Haha. Awesome. Another favourite local band song. &lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; loves. Haha. Sian ah sian. Hahaha Super uber bored. Damn. Haisssss...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Damn. Theres like effing ants on the floor. Grr. So irritating. Anyway today had lecture. Haha. The lecturer is the FUNNIEST. Haha. Fairytale becomes fairlytale. Bush administration becomes butch administration. People becomes peapearl. :P haha. Oh yeah. He DA BOMB. Hahaha. He is awesome. Haha. Then when we laugh, he’ll ask what happen? Hhahaha. But no one tells. :P haha. Awesome. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I haven’t been blogging, i know. Hahaha. Lazy and busy ah. Haha.hais. so confused. Confusedddd!!! Errrghh. Whatthehells. What to do now? *Its time I open up...And love right thru me...* sian ah sian. Damn sian. &lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; Noreen is so uber uber freaking borreeddd. &lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Damn damn. I’m emoing again. Sian ah sian. How how how?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:( hais. This is so saddening lah. I should reply back right? I should? Wahh kauu. *Its cut so deep, it hits your soul... its better that we know, that love is hard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If it were easy it wouldn’t mean nothing nooo..* &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not sure how i’m feeling. This is weird. Haha. Really. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn all feelings mutual. Haha. What the hell.sian sian sian sian sian sian sian&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;See life is a crazy thing. There’ll be good times and there’ll be bad times and everything in between... :)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;damn. Oh yeah. Yesterday, i got four stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A bag, a pair of shoes and 2 shorts. :) awesome! Haha. I owe hykel an outing lah. Haha. Ruben went to watch X-men Origins: Wolverine with me. Aha. Manda is watching it with her cousin so she didn’t wanna watch with me. &lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. Nah. I’m fine. Ahaha. Soo.. yeah. Errr.. i paid for RUBEN WONG YEW HSIEN. That one i owed him. Haha. Then right, i had to PAY for HIS lunch also. Sickening. Haha. But he was totally embarrassed. Hahaha. He face became red when the waitress passed him the bill cos it was just me and him. Haha. Manda was still using my com at starbucks. :P damn funny to see his face red. Haha. He laugh like mad sia. Hahaha. Paiseh until liddat. Haha. Poor guy. Haha. Nahh. I’m fine with paying the bill first. Hahaha. The idiot felt shy. Hahaha! Dang. Haha. Joke of the day man. Hahaha.so now he owes me money money moneeey. Hehe. Only $10 lah. Haha. Cos i paid for the movie tickets. :P hahaha. Damn funny. Love my stupid wonggy brother. Hahaha. So lame. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;kk. mei xian and manda are done done done. Hahha. So yeah. I’ll kinda err.. sign off? :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;haha. Yeah. Ciaossies!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tatar sauce,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Norr.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-6129780315934307793?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6129780315934307793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=6129780315934307793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6129780315934307793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6129780315934307793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-like-330-pm.html' title='at like 3.30 pm.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-4956942488915951013</id><published>2009-04-26T13:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:22:36.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the adventures of sweaty man. more to come'/><title type='text'>heehehe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQZsQIpm3I/AAAAAAAACDY/xuSPCVOZ4M4/s1600-h/IMG_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQZsQIpm3I/AAAAAAAACDY/xuSPCVOZ4M4/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328912507122326386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my favourite picture of the whole day. i think it was an awesome shot. :) haha. creds to ruben a.k.a sweaty man/beasy boy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;hehehehe. so fun. yesterday was so so so so so so so so so so FUN! hehe. I met manda at Aljunied Stn at lke 1.40pm ish? hahaha. yeah. supposed to meet at 1pm for lunch. but we were both late. :) hahaha. neh mind.thennn....yeah. ruben was supposed to meet us at 2pm. but he came at 3 plus. hahaha. sickening. yeah. met up with a few of the people going there. (i was intro-e to em' but i forgot their names.:P) haha. eh. i damn lazy to update sia. hahaha. totally damn lazy. :P hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyways, all you have to know is that SKYROCKET ROCKED THE SKY! haha. AND AND THAMBI K SEOW WAS AS AWESOME AS AWESOME PRATAS! :D :D :D :D HEHEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;WHEEEE~ hahaha. oh dear. haha. having an "on high" moment. :P damn. hahaha. kk. i'm super lazy to type. i just wanna stare and laugh at the computer. :P hahaha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;anyways, pictures speak a thousand words. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQcsOMNg8I/AAAAAAAACEw/Aispi4Pxfi8/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQcsOMNg8I/AAAAAAAACEw/Aispi4Pxfi8/s320/IMG_0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328915805135274946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQcr22pCKI/AAAAAAAACEo/SmIgiOXwzWg/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQcr22pCKI/AAAAAAAACEo/SmIgiOXwzWg/s320/IMG_0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328915798870788258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ruben's bestie for life! Sweaty pals. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQbpoSc-DI/AAAAAAAACEg/wC7aHkIwpVo/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQbpoSc-DI/AAAAAAAACEg/wC7aHkIwpVo/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328914661089540146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQbpdI2pFI/AAAAAAAACEY/xlbBjgTUbbU/s1600-h/IMG_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQbpdI2pFI/AAAAAAAACEY/xlbBjgTUbbU/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328914658096489554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TITUS a.k.a TITIES! :) :) i think he is a damn nice guy. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQbpA7J_QI/AAAAAAAACEQ/e_EcmBuMHgg/s1600-h/IMG_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQbpA7J_QI/AAAAAAAACEQ/e_EcmBuMHgg/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328914650522844418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQbo4OZmVI/AAAAAAAACEI/Bihc_sHTQys/s1600-h/IMG_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQbo4OZmVI/AAAAAAAACEI/Bihc_sHTQys/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328914648187640146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQbosHbkvI/AAAAAAAACEA/V_KYx91EOOU/s1600-h/IMG_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQbosHbkvI/AAAAAAAACEA/V_KYx91EOOU/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328914644937183986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;urgh. the horror of sweaty man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQZteMaMMI/AAAAAAAACD4/sc55a6ykalI/s1600-h/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQZteMaMMI/AAAAAAAACD4/sc55a6ykalI/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328912528076058818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think i have too much salt in my eyes. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQZtJWjIbI/AAAAAAAACDw/kUhD-jg7voA/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQZtJWjIbI/AAAAAAAACDw/kUhD-jg7voA/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328912522481443250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQZs9CfX3I/AAAAAAAACDo/y6UfYiLZCEk/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQZs9CfX3I/AAAAAAAACDo/y6UfYiLZCEk/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328912519176085362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQZsm_ypWI/AAAAAAAACDg/LdwATlhFXUo/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQZsm_ypWI/AAAAAAAACDg/LdwATlhFXUo/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328912513259185506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQE3H8v30I/AAAAAAAACDQ/5LhC7gu8_sw/s1600-h/IMG_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQE3H8v30I/AAAAAAAACDQ/5LhC7gu8_sw/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328889604159299394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nickoo. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQE24IQj9I/AAAAAAAACDI/w79gO2o6PRA/s1600-h/IMG_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQE24IQj9I/AAAAAAAACDI/w79gO2o6PRA/s320/IMG_0491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328889599912611794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQE2jSMWrI/AAAAAAAACDA/KgKB1_ihgPk/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQE2jSMWrI/AAAAAAAACDA/KgKB1_ihgPk/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328889594317134514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQE2X9dd8I/AAAAAAAACC4/ZF65iSKFPk8/s1600-h/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQE2X9dd8I/AAAAAAAACC4/ZF65iSKFPk8/s320/IMG_0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328889591277385666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQE2Hj8v8I/AAAAAAAACCw/bUWUI_s2ExY/s1600-h/IMG_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQE2Hj8v8I/AAAAAAAACCw/bUWUI_s2ExY/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328889586875416514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP_FkP4AQI/AAAAAAAACCo/QmGH7FUMB_w/s1600-h/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP_FkP4AQI/AAAAAAAACCo/QmGH7FUMB_w/s320/IMG_0484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328883255204118786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP_Fesn7UI/AAAAAAAACCg/Sv9ci873IwI/s1600-h/IMG_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP_Fesn7UI/AAAAAAAACCg/Sv9ci873IwI/s320/IMG_0483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328883253714087234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Sweaty man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP6SmuhlSI/AAAAAAAACCA/2hlu921wwrI/s1600-h/IMG_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP6SmuhlSI/AAAAAAAACCA/2hlu921wwrI/s320/IMG_0479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328877981649704226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has saved a lot of people with his Saltyness. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP_Ej_Ih9I/AAAAAAAACCI/JdikRPw4g4w/s1600-h/IMG_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP_Ej_Ih9I/AAAAAAAACCI/JdikRPw4g4w/s320/IMG_0480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328883237954029522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but he got tired of it after awhile... so he decided to spice things up with a new move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM!&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP_FN5ltrI/AAAAAAAACCY/lHes22_6o0E/s1600-h/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP_FN5ltrI/AAAAAAAACCY/lHes22_6o0E/s320/IMG_0482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328883249205065394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SWEATY MAN's NEW POSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt get enough? hang on cos he's back for more!&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;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP_ExdNbcI/AAAAAAAACCQ/fJmoNsFdqtw/s1600-h/IMG_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP_ExdNbcI/AAAAAAAACCQ/fJmoNsFdqtw/s320/IMG_0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328883241569840578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he does it AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for the adventures of SWEATY MAN! till then, GO SALTY! :D :D&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;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP6SQPar6I/AAAAAAAACB4/vmDJvR2XVXA/s1600-h/IMG_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP6SQPar6I/AAAAAAAACB4/vmDJvR2XVXA/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328877975613648802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a shocked manda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP6SMAnarI/AAAAAAAACBw/s0dknC573XI/s1600-h/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP6SMAnarI/AAAAAAAACBw/s0dknC573XI/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328877974477826738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP6R0j75AI/AAAAAAAACBo/FWbg4hQynh8/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP6R0j75AI/AAAAAAAACBo/FWbg4hQynh8/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328877968183518210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP6Rks9-DI/AAAAAAAACBg/gJWfhnuQPdw/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP6Rks9-DI/AAAAAAAACBg/gJWfhnuQPdw/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328877963926435890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP4Zq74wLI/AAAAAAAACBY/UrsrCqt5zTc/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP4Zq74wLI/AAAAAAAACBY/UrsrCqt5zTc/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328875904015319218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP4ZYg0T5I/AAAAAAAACBQ/1eY6xlge0O4/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP4ZYg0T5I/AAAAAAAACBQ/1eY6xlge0O4/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328875899069943698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP4ZKtZNYI/AAAAAAAACBI/61f88AFOmyo/s1600-h/IMG_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP4ZKtZNYI/AAAAAAAACBI/61f88AFOmyo/s320/IMG_0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328875895364597122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP4YuhwlPI/AAAAAAAACBA/aG6u67s4J90/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP4YuhwlPI/AAAAAAAACBA/aG6u67s4J90/s320/IMG_0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328875887799604466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP4YVjupzI/AAAAAAAACA4/NTNfGgqGf9E/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfP4YVjupzI/AAAAAAAACA4/NTNfGgqGf9E/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328875881096980274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;listen listen listen to em go! hehe. they brought the sky down while they rocketted up! :D love them to bittts and piieeeces. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3be3e9fb1d84fb4a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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title='heehehe.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfQZsQIpm3I/AAAAAAAACDY/xuSPCVOZ4M4/s72-c/IMG_0493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-8373137230595207439</id><published>2009-04-24T09:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:34:47.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who do i see?'/><title type='text'>consider me this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;oh man. i am aching from head to toe. haha. training in TP is :O hahaha! words cannot describe. hmm. i think i can take her training lah. as soon as i like stop aching. hmm. but i really wanna do better than 15.3 for my hurdles now. i wanna touch 14.9. i really really want to. :) haha. really. but i scared i cant with this coach. i want my COACH! SLAVVAAAAA! :) HAHA. kk. i shall tahan her training for at most 3 weeks. if i feel i wont improve i will ask my coach for training programme. then i'd have to go, "sorry sorry sorry" to yuen huey and Chu ping. haha! ah. heck. the things i must do to improve. :D haha. inez wont beat me for long. i WILL take it back. although i cant break that record anymore. (damn.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THIRD DAY OF SCHOOL PHOTOS!&lt;/span&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEuVJXLobI/AAAAAAAAB_o/V9a05Ixo5xY/s1600-h/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEuVJXLobI/AAAAAAAAB_o/V9a05Ixo5xY/s320/IMG_0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328090774981288370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEtjZiKx4I/AAAAAAAAB_g/k9tqzcvr258/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEtjZiKx4I/AAAAAAAAB_g/k9tqzcvr258/s320/IMG_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328089920328877954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEtjM8i4MI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/q85WvIk6etw/s1600-h/IMG_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEsKPP5MeI/AAAAAAAAB-4/jl7F4X-JvO8/s320/IMG_0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328088388559516130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEsJxnUG9I/AAAAAAAAB-w/um7aIQz3zKE/s1600-h/IMG_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEsJxnUG9I/AAAAAAAAB-w/um7aIQz3zKE/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328088380604685266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEsJ-jfwVI/AAAAAAAAB-o/tHTyKUhUTPU/s1600-h/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEsJ-jfwVI/AAAAAAAAB-o/tHTyKUhUTPU/s320/IMG_0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328088384078332242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEsJiuHj0I/AAAAAAAAB-g/pE3Kn0WA7lA/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEsJiuHj0I/AAAAAAAAB-g/pE3Kn0WA7lA/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328088376606691138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEsJQs9GFI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/g8lOXb6qKGc/s1600-h/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEsJQs9GFI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/g8lOXb6qKGc/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328088371769972818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfErq2fCjWI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/DVP6X_2S4MM/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfErq2fCjWI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/DVP6X_2S4MM/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328087849336212834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfErqrh-jaI/AAAAAAAAB-I/MBES54ysvII/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfErqrh-jaI/AAAAAAAAB-I/MBES54ysvII/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328087846395743650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfErqc8KK9I/AAAAAAAAB-A/b9ujSVkpuZU/s1600-h/STA_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfErqc8KK9I/AAAAAAAAB-A/b9ujSVkpuZU/s320/STA_0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328087842479025106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfErqLgu6AI/AAAAAAAAB94/HvwRn1aWQn0/s1600-h/STB_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfErqLgu6AI/AAAAAAAAB94/HvwRn1aWQn0/s320/STB_0402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328087837800589314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfErpyJNogI/AAAAAAAAB9w/EO3m92HxF4w/s1600-h/STC_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfErpyJNogI/AAAAAAAAB9w/EO3m92HxF4w/s320/STC_0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328087830991053314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOURTH DAY OF SCHOOL PHOTOS!&lt;/span&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEwNRCttJI/AAAAAAAACAw/9fnSLkQENq0/s1600-h/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEwNRCttJI/AAAAAAAACAw/9fnSLkQENq0/s320/IMG_0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328092838627226770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEwNAP6I-I/AAAAAAAACAo/tE74fp-XIO8/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEwNAP6I-I/AAAAAAAACAo/tE74fp-XIO8/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328092834119164898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEwM-CSB5I/AAAAAAAACAg/cSrBQR4Rk4g/s1600-h/IMG_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEwM-CSB5I/AAAAAAAACAg/cSrBQR4Rk4g/s320/IMG_0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328092833525139346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEwMkbSjHI/AAAAAAAACAY/jc94ZaSJYEM/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEwMkbSjHI/AAAAAAAACAY/jc94ZaSJYEM/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328092826650709106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a-LISHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEwMUEIWaI/AAAAAAAACAQ/LGhSvygspbA/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEwMUEIWaI/AAAAAAAACAQ/LGhSvygspbA/s320/IMG_0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328092822258604450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEuWRtKScI/AAAAAAAACAI/0rjOMU_gX7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEuWRtKScI/AAAAAAAACAI/0rjOMU_gX7Y/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328090794400827842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mei xian has got the retard diease from the sweaty superman. look below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEuWCbshTI/AAAAAAAACAA/rdhVkgxpyUY/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEuWCbshTI/AAAAAAAACAA/rdhVkgxpyUY/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328090790301041970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ruben the retard. :) a.k.a skunk/ sweaty man. :P swee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEuVyFQwyI/AAAAAAAAB_4/ZceP285TWJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEuVyFQwyI/AAAAAAAAB_4/ZceP285TWJ4/s320/IMG_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328090785911980834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEuVz7MQoI/AAAAAAAAB_w/t1PPFmNHcVA/s1600-h/IMG_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEuVz7MQoI/AAAAAAAAB_w/t1PPFmNHcVA/s320/IMG_0422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328090786406613634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;thats all. :) taking photos today too. :) i love having my camera with me. :) haha. kk. i gotto meet my class for lunch. so ciaosss! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ps: sorry PIPI, NINGY, HYKEL and ALL THOSE WHO TOOK PART IN NATS yesterday! i wish i had came down. the CSA lecture was really missable. hais. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-8373137230595207439?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8373137230595207439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=8373137230595207439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8373137230595207439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8373137230595207439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/consider-me-this.html' title='consider me this.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SfEuVJXLobI/AAAAAAAAB_o/V9a05Ixo5xY/s72-c/IMG_0384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-8295891492407290718</id><published>2009-04-22T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:11:06.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uh uh...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ifeelsogood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uh uh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i feelsogood'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WOW! school has started. :) haha. today is supposedly the third day of school. :) haha. yeaps. haha. but ye know why i am using the com? :D haha! yuppsie daisies! haha! I DONT HAVE ANY CLASS TODAY! :D :D :D :D haha! but i wish i didnt have any class tmrw. tmrw would be a better day to not have any class. haha. then i could go and watch piriyah and ningy and everyone else who is runnig tmrw, run. :( hhaa! damn.  BUT i have class. hmm.. i only have two classes tmrw but the shit thing is that right, one class in in the morning, and the other one is in the evening! AT 5pm! knn. what the shit right? damn. damn sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;dang. i dont really know if i should skipped the lecture tmrw. they dont take attendances for lectures. so yeah. but the thing is that lecture is the first of that subject. haha. and i am scared that i cant catch what the class is about. summore, its the first week. haha. scared to be bad. haha! yeah. haha! thats so lame. haha. anyhoos. here's some piccys of my class and lau mei and manda. haha. i love my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Se6IfIyotNI/AAAAAAAAB9o/KcTgSs8rFo8/s1600-h/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Se6IfIyotNI/AAAAAAAAB9o/KcTgSs8rFo8/s320/IMG_0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327345477743064274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Se6Iek2Xo0I/AAAAAAAAB9g/DEHlHmrXdlo/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Se6Iek2Xo0I/AAAAAAAAB9g/DEHlHmrXdlo/s320/IMG_0373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327345468095046466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Se6IeRlXFdI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/9Ctct2z5pvc/s1600-h/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Se6IeRlXFdI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/9Ctct2z5pvc/s320/IMG_0372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327345462923433426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Se6IeMA5xII/AAAAAAAAB9Q/lPAUvmyXpDo/s1600-h/IMG_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Se6IeMA5xII/AAAAAAAAB9Q/lPAUvmyXpDo/s320/IMG_0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327345461428339842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Se6Id6WND3I/AAAAAAAAB9I/_YIXh7d1-Fg/s1600-h/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Se6Id6WND3I/AAAAAAAAB9I/_YIXh7d1-Fg/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327345456685846386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1B12 is DA LOVE! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; oh oh! I AM A TREASURER! BWHAHAHAHA! unbelievable right? HAHA! i knoww! hahaha! its helps with the CU points or smth liddat so yeah. i'll just do it then. :) hahah! yeapp. so yeah. i need to like collect erm. a few hundred bucks from the class cos we kinda need to pay for the textbook for comm skills and the lecture notes for mirco econs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;talking  abt micro econs. hais. so confusing! the lecturer was kinda going back and forth over some topic that was so easy to explain but he just didnt explain it in a simple way so everone kinda got confused. haha. yups. so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i gotto get ready now. gonna go for training but i wanna go there early. haha. go and racky the library and the rest of the place. :) kk. ciaossies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;norr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-8295891492407290718?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8295891492407290718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=8295891492407290718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8295891492407290718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8295891492407290718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-school-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Se6IfIyotNI/AAAAAAAAB9o/KcTgSs8rFo8/s72-c/IMG_0374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-3435410421559114263</id><published>2009-04-20T17:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:06:26.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SextRpwwvVI/AAAAAAAAB9A/c2WyWInnl8o/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SextRpwwvVI/AAAAAAAAB9A/c2WyWInnl8o/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326752609308032338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how my day started. haha. actually no. haha. i met shree at 7 at the mrt where we took a train to toa payoh, where we took the bus 8 al the way to TP. haha. we stopped at a bus stop too early. haha. so we walked to the 'mushroom' where i was supposed to wait for Cammie, Zhijun and Shi Ying. haha. the fab 4. :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SextRbjvBAI/AAAAAAAAB84/LzYyFiMb3B8/s1600-h/IMG_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SextRbjvBAI/AAAAAAAAB84/LzYyFiMb3B8/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326752605495297026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SexpydpnPXI/AAAAAAAAB8w/onQRvswuBvg/s1600-h/IMG_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SexAAuBL7II/AAAAAAAAB6c/TQXF0DGDpVE/s320/IMG_0367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326702840369638530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SexAAW4NASI/AAAAAAAAB6U/jFoFY6ld6YI/s1600-h/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SexAAW4NASI/AAAAAAAAB6U/jFoFY6ld6YI/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326702834157945122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-3435410421559114263?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3435410421559114263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=3435410421559114263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/3435410421559114263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/3435410421559114263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-how-my-day-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SextRpwwvVI/AAAAAAAAB9A/c2WyWInnl8o/s72-c/IMG_0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-6831254972806285896</id><published>2009-04-19T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:49:54.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary shows go away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont ever come for another day...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My cat after bathing. haha! he smells really good and his fur is uber soft. haha! so nice to hug now. hahaha! but he looks so weird with wet hair. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Ses3d0vMsbI/AAAAAAAAB6E/No9KIKw_CNo/s1600-h/IMG_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Ses3d0vMsbI/AAAAAAAAB6E/No9KIKw_CNo/s320/IMG_0390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326411969808085426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Ses3dnh6dSI/AAAAAAAAB58/HbNh_U2YgHc/s1600-h/IMG_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Ses3dnh6dSI/AAAAAAAAB58/HbNh_U2YgHc/s320/IMG_0389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326411966262703394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;can you spot the difference? haha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Ses3dR4ZIZI/AAAAAAAAB50/vJsIXzX6vKw/s1600-h/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Ses3dR4ZIZI/AAAAAAAAB50/vJsIXzX6vKw/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326411960451408274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Ses3dBW3eBI/AAAAAAAAB5s/AoUDShTcIY8/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Ses3dBW3eBI/AAAAAAAAB5s/AoUDShTcIY8/s320/IMG_0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326411956015822866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Ses3cx2cVsI/AAAAAAAAB5k/bSFzpUYx4d0/s1600-h/IMG_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Ses3cx2cVsI/AAAAAAAAB5k/bSFzpUYx4d0/s320/IMG_0378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326411951853295298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE HARPERS ISLAND! I HATE SCARY SHOWS! ARGHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;SCHOOL's STARTING TMRW! OMG! like seriously~ HAHAHA! JEEZ! UBER SCARY! haha! meeting shree at 7 at the mrt station. meeting my classmates (fab 4) at 8.30. haha. i'm just scared i am late. haha. i hate to be late. haha. dang. kk. daddy bought me a camera :) hahaha! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Ses4BPptSwI/AAAAAAAAB6M/Zff75KAdFNM/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Ses4BPptSwI/AAAAAAAAB6M/Zff75KAdFNM/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326412578328234754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;nice? haha! sweet aint it. :)  wheee.. haha! i lovvveee &lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;kk. i gotto sleep early. :) damn scared i wake up late. summore meeting so many people. ahaha. nighties. love all my friends and family. *so random but yeah. i love ya all.:) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-6831254972806285896?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6831254972806285896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=6831254972806285896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6831254972806285896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6831254972806285896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-cat-after-bathing.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Ses3d0vMsbI/AAAAAAAAB6E/No9KIKw_CNo/s72-c/IMG_0390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-5468944074086226971</id><published>2009-04-18T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:27:44.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheres the me that i know?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm tired. really really tired. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sighs today woke up at 1pm. hahaha. silly ding dong ruben called at 2.05am and we or he talked all the way till 3.45 plus? haha! yeah. stupid shit. i cannot really fight back when he busterds me. haha. too sleepy. haha. but its fun. haha. anyhoos. i let him release his shitty crap too. haha. makes me laugh. haha. but he keeps busterding me. hahaha. so sad. haha. but funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yupps. my day was quite boring today. but in a way fun too. haha. i woke up at 1pm ate lunch, read a book (girl overboard; review: ok. not a bad story. haha. abt a rich girl who loves to snowboard but her life as a rich girl is kinda like messed up. then she like realises that she doesnt really know herself and those around her until after her snowboarding accident.) till like 5 plus, then went online till ard 7 ish where i ate dinner, then came back to the com where i am now currently blogging. hehe. yupps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hmm. talking to hamid now. haha. he made me think. trust. hmm.. interesting word eh? hmm. in my opinion. i still think that trust is really about giving a person a piece of your heart even if you feel or do not feel comfortable around them. when a person breaks your trust it may not be so bad with those you arent close with but for those who ARE close to you, how can you NOT feel upset about it? you'd naturally trust em more with more personal things. more important things. and when they hurt you by breaking it, wont you feel you SAD? by giving them your trust arent you risking hurting yourself? yes right? hmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;wow. i dunnoe what i just wrote but my head is spinning. hehe. what the heck. haha. i realise i am cutting down on saying the F-word. haha. but now i am saying alot of  'what the hell'. partly cos of mean ruben wong lah. idiot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;yupps. aint in a right mood to blurt. haha. a bit tired. tired and moodless. yupps. kill me, slap me, and i dont think i would fight. surprised? haha. yupps. no fight in me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-5468944074086226971?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5468944074086226971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=5468944074086226971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5468944074086226971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5468944074086226971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-8994153592776190555</id><published>2009-04-16T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:55:41.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biz biz biz nessss~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! First day of Busines school Orientation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd. all i can say is that, the Synergy Leaders, are quite fun. haha! but its not as hyped as FO. :( sad. the business studies group people are mostly those who did not come for FO. and thus, its like sadly QUIET! hahahaha. NO HYPE AT ALL. TOTALLY. its so sad. haha. cos i was like screaming and jumping together with 3 other girls from my class who came from FO. haha. two holqa girls, Cammie and Zhijun plus me and Shi Ying from NEXO (N-E-X-O).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FABULOUS FOUR! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups. fab 4. hahahaahahah. awesome. hah. we went high while mass dancing where i fell. :( hahaha! nah. i felt damn pai seh lah! eh. it was like flat on my face can? haha! Cammie stepped on my slipper. haha. and i tripped. haha. yeah. my right calf is slightly bruised and like my right ear is kinda red. :P hahaha. yupps. the two major spots. haha! BUT its alright! i am fine! hahaha! yeah. i can tahan the pain and the pai seh-ness. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt; yyupps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna hear the bsg cheer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Studies Group oup oup&lt;br /&gt;BSG is good good good.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. i forgot. :O :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the regatta cheer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business! Paddles UP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;UP!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TONG KAH (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAAYUNG SAMPANN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAAAYUN DAAYUUNG SAAMMPAAN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;BUSINESS SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt; WILL &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WIN&lt;/span&gt; THE WAR THIS TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WIN&lt;/span&gt; THE WAR THIS TIME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAAYUNG SAMPANN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAAYUNNG DAYUNNG SAAMPANN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; BUSINESS SCHOOL &lt;/span&gt;WILL &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WIN&lt;/span&gt; THE WAR THIS TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WILL &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WIN&lt;/span&gt; THE WAR THIS TIME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TONG KAH (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SUA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr. what else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B is for Business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We the best ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B is for business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We the best ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B is for business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EH! jangan JEALOUS LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(in your most Mat-ish/ Minah-ish voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr... ok. tmrw. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatar sauce!&lt;br /&gt;norr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-8994153592776190555?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8994153592776190555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=8994153592776190555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8994153592776190555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8994153592776190555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-first-day-of-busines-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-8149918068893703072</id><published>2009-04-15T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:00:13.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i got punked. :( by freaking shit faced ruben niao niao meepok wong. :( alamak. he make me feel damn pai seh leh. sighs. i hate him, but i love him. (as a brotherr. okay?!) haha. idiot. wahlau. so sad. i'm not sure if i should feel sad or retarded about it. ahaha. i am a bit confused. haha. this month, feeling confused arh. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ruben ah ruben. you dont know how effing direct you are.  :( hahaha. dont worry bro. i understand you are liddat. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;erm.. hmm.. its 1.30am now. ahaha.  my ipod still charging. my nails are effing HOT PINK. :) hahaha. i'm listening to The Sallys, My Love. :) haha. awesome. i love my sallys. i wanna buy their album. haha. but i keep forgetting to. hmm.. tmrw i still have to meet manda at 7.30 at Tampines mall macs. haha. hmm.. so if i take around 45 mins from here to tampines, i have to get ready and it will take around an hour. so 7.30 minus 1.45. wow. i have to wake up at effing 5.45am. hahaha. swee. and its 1.30. wow. 4hrs and 15 mins of sleep. hmmm... but i am still effing awake now. like really really awake. haha. swweee . oh damn. there's gonna be an outage at 2am today. die. thats like  in another few minutes. :P lazy to count. haha. oukay. its gonna be 2 in another 5 mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;kk. bye bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tartar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-8149918068893703072?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8149918068893703072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=8149918068893703072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8149918068893703072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8149918068893703072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-punked.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-8446852273519411359</id><published>2009-04-15T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:50:45.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemme see through this weird cloud...'/><title type='text'>all scream for the world today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;emoing.. sian. random mood swing. cant sleep. there's something bugging me. the thing is i dont know what. shit. i'm so not happy about smth. damn. what the fu. my effing nails are effing badly done. i need to remove it. and do it again. damn. its too thick. ARGH! what the eff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ah. ka ni bai. shit lah. i need to talk.hais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ruben's gonna get drunk tonight i think. haha. most probably. haha. heck. who cares. there's no moon tonight. only stars. i should be sleeping. but my eyes are wide open. my mind is on over drive. i hate this time of month.i think to much. i feel to much. i just want it to end.damn. damn effing nails. tmrw. i m gonna wake up and remove it and repaint it. damn. waste my effing time. jeez. serious damn mood swings. fuck. tmrw i needa work summore. 11 to 7. damn shit. wah. uber sian. just repainted the damn nails. one coat. i hate painting it more than once. urgh.one coat and nothing goes wrong with it. damn. i'm still feeling shitty. but the nails are sweet and its helping me lessen the tension. damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i think i know why i feel this way. but i know i'm thinking/taking things way too much/fast. yeah. whatever. i just made myself confuse typing that. hrmm... too personal to type. haha. too personal to share. hmm.. i'll figure this out by myself. i hope. i hope. :( damn. i am uber unhappy still though.not laughing today. sian balls. urgh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm excited, yet not excited. i just dont feel like moving out from my house. dont feel like going to work. dont feel like cooking. dont feel like going to camp. dont feel like waking up so early. dont feel like cheering. dont feel like playing games. i just really wanna peng out and be a pig. my whole body's in a wreck. tired but i didnt exercise or anything. crappy. really really crappy mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;this mood makes me think of ... . yeah. ye know. haha. dang. why was i so stupid? hmm. i dont know. hmm. i am quite happy with the nails now. awesome. aha. lame. anyways. i shall listen to a song first. oh yeah. i should take down the lyrics for blow and go. then me and lau mei can sing. :P haha. yeah. awesome. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;kk. here they are. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;******start******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;BLOW and GO lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and my babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;stuck in school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Class is over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;we don't know what to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Speaking of class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;and we're gettin' on down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop and listen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Teacher's comin' round...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;prelude:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;You gotta clear the scene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;wipe it clean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave no space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;ye know what i mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;You gotta BLOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;and GO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dont want anybody to knoww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;You gotta BLOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;and GO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Time to leave and kill off the show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Staying out late,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;on the dance floor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sexy ladies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;they're comin' back for more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Free for all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;behind the rest room door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Cops come knocking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;and its time to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Prelude:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You gotta clear the scene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; wipe it clean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; Leave no space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; ye know what i mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; You gotta BLOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; and GO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Dont want anybody to knoww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; You gotta BLOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; and GO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Time to leave and kill off the show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; I love you so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**guitar solo**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;BLOW... and GO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;dont want anybody to know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ye gotta blow.. and goo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;time to leave and kill of the showw... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;BLOW... and GO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; dont want anybody to know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; ye gotta blow.. and goo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; time to leave and kill of the showw... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you soo...(blow.. and go...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;******end******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;haha. oh nick narbay. arent you happy to have fans like us? hahaha! you better be you know! i'm risking my life to go to the gig. hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;oh. i saw this quote on the back of a guy's tee when i was in the train. i thought it was such an awesome shit that i took it down. :P hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music is a language,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;that doesnt speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;with just any particular word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It speaks with emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if its in the bones, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;its in the bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;how effing nice is that? hahaha! effing GOOD wasnt it. haha.suiii ooiii! haha. now, is it SWEEE or SUIIII? hmm... i'm feeling much better after listening to the songs. haha. dang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ALL the tatar sauces + ketchup + chilli sauce + mayonnise + jalapeno chillis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;norr sayys 'bye bye!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish you'd care.&lt;br /&gt;how i'd wish you'd bother.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i wasnt so blind,&lt;br /&gt;to realise that you WERE there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-8446852273519411359?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8446852273519411359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=8446852273519411359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8446852273519411359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/8446852273519411359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/emoing.html' title='all scream for the world today!'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-434265900871760378</id><published>2009-04-14T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:50:22.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace out ma homies'/><title type='text'>seing the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;OK. my continuation from yesterday. haha. i realize i never actually got to the point. hahaha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;err.... lets see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;i got grounded. hahaha. yeapps. i got a warning as well. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"IF YOU come back LATE AGAIN, I will LATCH the DOOR so YOU CANNOT come in. YOU UNDERSTAND OR NOT?!?! If I see you are NOT BACK by 11pm, YOU can just SLEEP outside or go to your FRIENDS HOUSE, I DON'T CARE" - quoted from my dad. (9th april, 11.30pm.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;yupps. people, i feel like trying it once. i wanna see if they really dont care. Hamid says i should talk like that. haha. i guess i shouldnt. but they are being really unreasonable. i was late on Thursday 8th april cos i came back from camp what! i was buying dinner only at 10.30ish ye know! and i am at TAMPINES for goodness sake! THEY should know how long i take to eat mah! crap. jeez. by the time i finish alrdy like 11.20 liddat? then wait for manda and mei xian to get ready alrdy what time?!?! 11.45 ish? then me and shree miss the bus lah! so we take the bus to toa payoh lah! that one like going one big round around tampines mah! so obviously take longer! damn. i came back around 1am ish sia. suey shit. kena marah like donkey. sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;next day, 9th april, i was helping out with the KCPPS sports day. ruben and shree and Esther came to help :) whee. fun sports day. the kids were all so cute and so talkative. haha. kept calling us "Cher" or "Tee-cher!" hahaha! so cute. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cos i was born,&lt;br /&gt;to tell you i love you&lt;br /&gt;and i am torn,&lt;br /&gt;to do what i have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;stay with me tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i'm tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of being all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and this solitary moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makes me want to come back home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;yupps. 'Your Call' by Secondhand Serenade. haha. its playing on the radio. :) awesome song.hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;where was i? hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;kk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;yeah. so the little kids were fun. haha. Ms Suhanna was sick so yeah. couldnt treat us to dinner that day. i think she'll treat us sometime this week. YIPPEE! haha. ok. anyhoos. me and ruben went to meet Nick NARBAY. :) at his dad's shop. haha. its a watch shop too. :D haha. but his dad deals with HIGH-END watches. haha. my dad deals with FASHION watches. which cost around a thousand and BELOW while nicknarbay's watches would cost a thousand and ABOVE. yeapp. the watches he sells are for more serious watch buyers. haha. those into fashion can come to me. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Faiz bought a FCUK one. haha. he paid like 124.80 bucks for the watch. ye know why? hahaha! COS I RULE!~ haha. nahlah. my mum said can give him discount. haha. the watch costs only like 208 bucks? yeah. eh the watch is SWEET okay. uber nice. one of my all time favs. haha. black casing, black dial, black strap. uber nice. haha.the crown is not at its usual place summore ye know! haha. its at the bottom right hand corner. haha. plus right, the face of the watch is not say squarish nor rectangular. its not even round. haha. its like hectagon? yeah. something liddat. haha. uber sweee. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;lets see. since we are talking about watches now, haha, my fav brand in the shop HAS to be FCUK. haha. the design is AWESOME can? hahaha.. sweee to the maximum. hahaha. i want like more than 5 of the designs there. hahaha. i even love the men's watches. uber swee. aha. esprit has some nice ones. haha. esprit is quite affordable lah. juicy is quite swee.. haha. but pricing abit high for that kinda design. haha. thenn.. cerruti PRESTIGE is SWEEEEE! haha. but cos its made from swiss movt and its a retrograde, the cost is like thousand over. haha. but damn swee. hahha. hmm.. boss. boss orange is also UBER SWEE. faiz wanted one. aha. but the price too much for him ah. 700 bucks over. haha. he kena shock. haha.boss black is more for the business people. the automatics are sweet. hahaha.  but slightly bulky. but thats the design. haha. i like one of the boss black. its like dual time. quartz. not  auto. but also damn swee. like simple and flat too. haha. but no one buy. :( haha. my baby. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;coach is WAY over priced. but i guess people buy it for the brand. :( haha. the limited ed. ones were nice. limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ed cos it was rainbow coloured and like it was for their anniversary thing. haha. yeah. so it was limited. haha. but that was really nice. the limited one. hmm.. puma! haha. puma is awesome. hahaha. i love the touch screen ones. haha. sad to see that some people cant take care of their watches properly. especially if the touch ones come back in for repair. dang. some crack the screen and stuff. jeez. its so sad. haha. i have one myself so i love the touch screen watches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;can tell you about the watches&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; oops. haha. he cant. not all lah anyway. haha. i think he needs to learn about this product knowledge? hahaha! go and read the book lah nickky! how to take over liddat??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;haha. kk. gotto go. continue later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;tatar sauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-434265900871760378?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/434265900871760378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=434265900871760378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/434265900871760378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/434265900871760378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok.html' title='seing the world'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-554924121550315229</id><published>2009-04-13T19:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:12:23.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how small can the world be?'/><title type='text'>freaky shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;OUH MAN! i still have damn a lot of photos to upload. dang. just uploading these took more than an hour. :( haha. firstly, i have to say a very BIG ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAMID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; a.k.a N.S. boy/Nerd boy/crap-talker boy. :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;hahaha. yupps. i forgot to wish him this morning. :X haha. sorry bout that! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;yupps.. so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nexo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AWESOME GLS i am totally serious about it. hahaha. they are the hyper-est people on the entire planet or maybe when they are together. haha. :) but crazily awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the whole FOC thing right, for me, wasnt really DA BOMB. maybe cos i missed out on t&amp;amp;he mass dance and the other stuff. on the last day. but i didnt feel connected like i didnt really know ALL the new friends and GLs.  yeah. i tried to smile, to be enthu about it. BUTTT... you know, when you arent genuinely happy about smth, you dont really feel pumped and its hard to get my hyper-ness there. :( yeah. so that was sad. i wasnt as hyper as TPrawks. :) haha. ohoh. BUT BUT! the JAM &amp;amp; HOP was AWESOME TO THE MAXIMUM! hahaha! cos of lau mei and shree and manda. :) they roock so jam and hop rocckked. :) hahaha. by the end of it, all and i mean ALL of us were sweating and ickky. haha. but it was fun. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yeah. so...lemme see. i didnt really have that much fun though. yeah. sad. i feel kinda sad about it. haha. i wanna have fun. i wanna have good friends. like presley and maziah and yeah. haha. i feel kinda lucky that presley is in the same course as me. now i'm not sure if i should pray for presley to be in the same class as me or not. hahaha. yeah. i scared like we drift apart or smth. cos i like being his friend. :) oh man. presley. you should be honoured. :P BWAHAHAHA! :X yeah. anyhoos. i feel comfortable around him lah. so yeah. like i can be myself. mind you, i am not always myself around people. :) hahaha. so yesh. if i consider you as a good friend, you are one heck of a lucky ding dong bell. :) :) hahaha. cos i LOVE MY FRIENDS TO DA BLOODY MoFo CORE! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;damn.you know.i'm scared. yuppps. quite scared. scared of a lot of things. scared i wont be around my best friends anymore. (touchwood) scared i lose touch with everyone i know (touchwood) scared of making new friends, scared of being a spendthrift, scared of being brand conscious, yeah. just scared. is it okay to be scared? i guess. its only natural right? sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;dang. tmrw gotto work again. i dont feel like going to the nexo outing. i dont know anyone that well. i have issues. :P hahaha. yeapps. if i told you why, then you should know why. jeez. so bloody soft. all not hyper enough. not retarded all not making me laugh. :X oops. hahaha. lemme rephrase: they are not funny enough/their jokes arent funny enough/ their jokes ARE NOT EVEN FUNNY!!! (pick one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;yeah. sorry. a bit moody. cos not feeling the love. :P haha. but mind ya, i AM still happy, just a bit moody. haha. oh. damn. die sia. the programmer knows derrick. the programmer that ruben wong knows too. omg. how? WAH! KAU! why do we LIVE IN SUCH A SMALL WORLD?!?!?!?! omg. how? *breathes in, breathes out.* dang. heart still racing sia. KENA SHOCK SIA! omg.  damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;how to sleep now? uber awake. my heart pump like one mad dog liddat sia, when i realise DERRICK knew the programmer. damn. no wonder i was wondering why the hell i see her before during camp. i was thinking, oh yeah, ruben. jeez! i look at the beach photos! 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SeMiMNaxrFI/AAAAAAAABzs/kF1fH1YnibA/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324136777637801042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SeMiLwUz0ZI/AAAAAAAABzk/DSS-j41UJtw/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SeMiLwUz0ZI/AAAAAAAABzk/DSS-j41UJtw/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324136769828147602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;kk. thats all. my batt running low. so gotto ciaos. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;ps: eh mid! my name arh, has only one "R". :) haha. my nick is norr. but full name only one hor. haha. not sure you know or not. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-554924121550315229?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/554924121550315229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=554924121550315229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/554924121550315229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/554924121550315229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/freaky-shit.html' title='freaky shit.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SeNM3g6OlXI/AAAAAAAAB5c/tUVJTZIrWlw/s72-c/IMG_0244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-6056654125149982585</id><published>2009-04-12T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:25:46.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SeKet6MZWXI/AAAAAAAABzc/AhhfhbcOtF0/s1600-h/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SeH-M4qXlxI/AAAAAAAABx8/oQ41BLdqHCs/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323815731850614546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SeH-Mn3SgiI/AAAAAAAABx0/4_iXFGl__uo/s1600-h/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SeH-Mn3SgiI/AAAAAAAABx0/4_iXFGl__uo/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323815727341404706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SeH-MdpGYUI/AAAAAAAABxs/DGbE8EUXbQM/s1600-h/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SeH-MdpGYUI/AAAAAAAABxs/DGbE8EUXbQM/s320/IMG_0330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323815724597535042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a bit of a rush. more photos tonight. :) if not check out my facebook. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-6056654125149982585?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6056654125149982585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=6056654125149982585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6056654125149982585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/6056654125149982585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-bit-of-rush.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SeKet6MZWXI/AAAAAAAABzc/AhhfhbcOtF0/s72-c/IMG_0314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-4041364106583506955</id><published>2009-04-04T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:51:58.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='much loves.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdcRgEd14VI/AAAAAAAABxk/wE1-9l0Yqa8/s1600-h/n597330630_2926229_221110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdcRgEd14VI/AAAAAAAABxk/wE1-9l0Yqa8/s320/n597330630_2926229_221110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320740727413924178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;ah. going out soon. sian balls. hmm. just posting a picture up of the track team in pri school.credits to esther's camera and mr goh who took it for us. or was it mdm hana? hmm.. thanks to both then. haha. damn. it looks like its gonna rain. i gotto run. see ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-4041364106583506955?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4041364106583506955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=4041364106583506955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/4041364106583506955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/4041364106583506955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdcRgEd14VI/AAAAAAAABxk/wE1-9l0Yqa8/s72-c/n597330630_2926229_221110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-5830155340262131416</id><published>2009-04-04T05:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T05:54:52.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdaDwRUXfNI/AAAAAAAABxc/LbLDj3vG_Cc/s1600-h/n597330630_2926228_5152879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdaDwRUXfNI/AAAAAAAABxc/LbLDj3vG_Cc/s320/n597330630_2926228_5152879.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320584875090607314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my primary school track and field teachers. i think they are totally AWESOME! and funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;photos from FB are going up. and dont ask me what i am doing awake at 5.20am. hahaha. i think i am mad. really. seriously. hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdaDwRUXfNI/AAAAAAAABxc/LbLDj3vG_Cc/s1600-h/n597330630_2926228_5152879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdaB8mz-rOI/AAAAAAAABwc/Rv9EozJPNy4/s320/n566118639_1584507_3377641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320582887995518178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdaB8shwN-I/AAAAAAAABwU/jIv8ItuXhN0/s1600-h/n566118639_1584498_1386031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdaB8shwN-I/AAAAAAAABwU/jIv8ItuXhN0/s320/n566118639_1584498_1386031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320582889529685986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdaB8uex2zI/AAAAAAAABwM/1m06RekXUmA/s1600-h/n529913513_1534831_7378865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdaB8uex2zI/AAAAAAAABwM/1m06RekXUmA/s320/n529913513_1534831_7378865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320582890054081330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdaB8SMhMCI/AAAAAAAABwE/dtf_pDCUuTk/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdaB8SMhMCI/AAAAAAAABwE/dtf_pDCUuTk/s320/m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320582882461298722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;lovely. i love them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-5830155340262131416?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5830155340262131416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=5830155340262131416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5830155340262131416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5830155340262131416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-my-primary-school-track-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdaDwRUXfNI/AAAAAAAABxc/LbLDj3vG_Cc/s72-c/n597330630_2926228_5152879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-9058786683236063267</id><published>2009-04-03T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T04:50:25.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards night~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;post no. 203.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;AAWARRDSSS NIGHTTT. hahaha. quite fun but not as fun cos i didnt have my cameraaa! so not much cam-whore(ing) on my part althouggghhhhh... hahahahaha.. me and lau mei DID cam-whore SLIGHTLY using her camera and also PIPI's camera. hahaahahaha! SLIGHTLY LAH! :D :D :D hahaha. my seniors say my hair looks cute. although i thought it was kinda SHORT.  urgh. not many people could recognise me. hahaha. sad case.i think i looked stupid lor. haha. urgh. no self-confidence AT ALL. NONE WHATSOEVER. urgh. damn sad.  whatt to do. my mum says i have "NO LEADERSHIP QUALITIES" and i am "STUPID" and also "NOT FEMININE." jeez. cannot tahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i love ALLAH. and i love my dad. hahaha. i'll tell you why if you ask but i'm uber lazy to type it out. rather say it, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;lame sia. its now 2.11am and i am still awake and alive talking on the phone with rubenny and nicholasso who laughs like a hyena. hahaha. really. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;oh shit. i talk to ruben for 3 hours again. knn. die sia. shit. aish today still gonna have to meet the girls at 12. hmmm. must call shree to confirm again.  tonight i might go to aaron foo's partayy. not sure. hahaha.see how. see if lau mei going. if not maybe i might skip. hahaha. dunnoe lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kk. almost 4am. haha. better sleep. hahaha. i gotto do my mission: STEALTH. hahaha and put back my  computer in its original place. hahahaah! nice right? call it mission: STEALTH. hahahahahaaha! wthell. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;ahhh dang. dirty bhangras. nicho and rubenny call again. shit. hahahaha. danggg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-9058786683236063267?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/9058786683236063267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=9058786683236063267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/9058786683236063267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/9058786683236063267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-3376922754478441439</id><published>2009-04-02T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:40:03.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the heat can kill me.'/><title type='text'>hotness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;post no. 202.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;yupps. damn. its 12.30am. again, i am sleeping late. wtheck. i must start to sleep early again.damn. uber hot lah. the room is uber hot. i am perspiring. damn. k. i am gonna make this short and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdOXRjj2NII/AAAAAAAABvs/ZTDppk3etUE/s1600-h/01042009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdOXRjj2NII/AAAAAAAABvs/ZTDppk3etUE/s320/01042009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319761912713852034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdOXRt6RgNI/AAAAAAAABvk/Qyu79gaTea8/s1600-h/01042009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdOXRt6RgNI/AAAAAAAABvk/Qyu79gaTea8/s320/01042009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319761915492270290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; the 4x100m relay team in KCPPS. haha. now we are all alumnis. hahahah! yeappa. ahah. ilookbloodystupidinthisdamnphoto. :( sadcase. meeting em again on friday. haha. take more photos. haha today's the 5th anniversary celebrations. haha. aweesoome. haha. more photos to be uploaded. hais. nehmind. it'll be uber fun! hahaha! yeah babbeh. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;went to school today. to meet lau mei and shree and manda and jamie c. and dom h. hahaha! awesome peeps. i love them much. hahaha. they make me laugh so damn much. hahaha. we should all have an outing. haha. i'll love to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;anyhooos. i gotto sleep cos gonna go jogging with shree later at 8am. haha. at Bishan Park. hahaha. yaaayy. i shall get up. so i have to sleep now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-3376922754478441439?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3376922754478441439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=3376922754478441439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/3376922754478441439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/3376922754478441439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/hotness.html' title='hotness.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SdOXRjj2NII/AAAAAAAABvs/ZTDppk3etUE/s72-c/01042009%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-1253286252633836201</id><published>2009-04-01T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:23:40.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling all over the floor.'/><title type='text'>sweet home singaporee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hey~ its my 201th post! cool! hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hmm.. laughed abit today. haha. one's cos of nichhho. who pang seh ruben and sharon (the other friend that was going cycling: long story) hahaha. he let them have some quiet time together. hahahahaha! awesoomeee. haha. rubenny's got a girrllll! *whistles* hahahahahaha! oh yeah. i amm sooooo gonna disturb that shit face. hahaha. meepok wong. hahaha. anyway, nichho ended up oversleeping. haha. prolly cos  he stayed up late and also he'd be alone like the third partayy. hahaha. yeaps. if i went, he might have gone. haha. cos then he wouldn be alone yeah? hahas. i guess. hmm.. hahaha. i wanted to go. but the timing... aish. i had work at 4.30. oh yeah. talking abt that. I WENT TO WORK EARLY! cos i thought that i was working at 4. haha. so i was early. :P damn. i rushed summore sia. never blow dry my hair properly summore. jeezz. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;anyywayy.. yeah. nicho invited me to hang out with him and the "GANG" (consisting of ruben and many more maniacs that i wouldnt know) but i couldn't/wouldn't go haha. cos i paiseh! and i am SHY! hahahahaha! yeapps. people, believe mua, i am SHY!hehehehe. i ajaked meixuannie to come tapi dia tak mahu pergi lah. so sediihh buluuu. hahaha. wanted to go but i knew aku akan dapat trouble dengan bapakku. heh. yeahlah. hahaha. so i tak pergi. jangan tanye aku nape i type gini eh. haha macam minah rep sia. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;dah dah. i henti di sini dengan melayu. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;jeez. whats wrong with me?!?! hahahaa. damnn. meixuannie made me laugh with her planned april fool's jokes. hahaha. and her chuck norris attempts. haha. here's one i heard. "Chuck Norris doesnt turn on the lights. The lights turn on Chuck Norris." totally, WTFISH! hahahahaahaha! lame sia that girl. hahaha. but i thought it was the funniest among all the lame ones she came up with. hahahahaha. lamer. hahaha.  dang. so lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i cant wait for awards night or the 5th anniversary dinner. hahaha, why in the world must they call it the "5th anniversary dinner"? its so... weird. hahaha. cant they make it " 5th Awards Night Celebrations" ? sounds so much nicer. :) hahha. anypoos. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;woahs. 1.15am. haha. later and later i sleep. hahaha.yeappas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;k. uber tired now. see the com also might peng. hahaha. oh wells. nightoos. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-1253286252633836201?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1253286252633836201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=1253286252633836201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1253286252633836201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1253286252633836201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-home-singaporee.html' title='sweet home singaporee'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-3073825018433042352</id><published>2009-03-30T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:53:03.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that it dont matter.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and you said and you said and you said'/><title type='text'>the way i doo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;hey hey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;todayyy.. hmm.. quite emo-ish lah. no mood. no laughter. (althoughhh i was laughing at myself in the toilet.) yeah. but that wasnt really funny. damn. sad case. anywaayys... yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;the time to be absolutely emo here. i need my friends now. hahaha. yeah. i need to laugh. i hate my emo days. seriously. i love love love to laugh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;oh damn. now nicholasso made me laugh. hahahaha! PAI SEH LAH! I CANNOT CYCLE CAN? hahaha! no one teach me yet! HAHAHA. SHIT. cannot sia! so mean! haha. peer pressure! NOOOO... HAHHAHAHA. dont do THIS TO MEEEE! hahahaha. F*** NO MAN! F***  NO! hahahahahahaha! OMGOSH! NO! CANNOT! OH DEAR. NO WAY! EHHH!! NICCHHOO!! DONT LIDDAT SIA! PEER PRESSURE TO THE MAX BODOH! ASK ME WAKE UP AT 9.30 SIA! MY MUM WILL KILL ME LEH!  WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;wahlau eh. guilt trip again. SHIT. nicho. you are very very very MUCH worse than ruben fishing meepok wong. i am DEAD SERIOUS. hahahahaaha! DAMN MEAN SIA! knn. hahaha. now you make me feel dammmnnn guillty. :'( hahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;thanks for making me laugh nicholasso limmo. hahha. first actually laugh of the day. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but YOU ARE STILL SUCH AN ARSE! :( *hangs her head with hands in the air* i surrender. i give in. BUT I WILL NOT GO! hahaahahahaha! WTFish! damn. i so cannot cycle lah. rollerblade already got damn a lot of problem. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;WTFISH! PRESLEY ANOTHER DING DONG. HAHAHAH! yesterday not enough of PENUTS, now he wanna talk COCK to me cos he has a COCK. -_-" hahahahahaha! LAME SHIT SIA! omg. lamest arse on earth will have to go to presley to king kong of a ding dong. hais. ilovemyfriends. i love my old friends the best. and now i'm starting to love my new friends BIT by BIT. gotto get used to em first. understand em. hahaha! presley is such a dick. haha. never fails to make me laugh. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;anyways.. daddy's back. money money money honeyy. hahaha. :) haha. guitar guitar guitar bayybehh .ahha. :) yay! yaya papaya! :) hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*we gotto blooww and gooo.. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;yeapps. Skyrocket's performing at Zai Studios on the 25th of April. haha. besides Thambi K Seaow. hahahaha! yeapps. who wanna follow? ^^ anyone? i wanna go. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;oh yeah. manda,meixian nicholasso invited us (i think) for paintball in JB. anyone can go? on the 12th april. haha. like next week. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;anyways. nightos. daddy asked me to sleep. haha. i'll be good. haha. anyways, i'm tired too. haha. sorry nicho! hahaha.sorry if i spoiled your wonderful plans! :) really sorry! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-3073825018433042352?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3073825018433042352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=3073825018433042352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/3073825018433042352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/3073825018433042352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/way-i-doo.html' title='the way i doo.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-5459240262792335066</id><published>2009-03-29T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:45:33.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i say just keep laughing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just keep laughing'/><title type='text'>whahaha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc-_eFimsDI/AAAAAAAABvM/WBX2D6x4-2w/s1600-h/29032009%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc-_eFimsDI/AAAAAAAABvM/WBX2D6x4-2w/s320/29032009%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318680208552144946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YUUPPSS. PRESLEY MADE ME LAUGH, ONCE AGAIN. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;laughter just makes the anger disappear within seconds. hahha kk. (8.11pm)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;gonna check the showcase and count stocks. gonna close soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;mann.. hahaha. presley is still making me laugh even after i come home sia. haaha. retard. hahaha. he and his "penuts" silly fool. love that fella. AS A FRIEND! hahaha! yeapps. good friend he is. yupps.the 19 year old that dont act like he's 19. hahahaha! aweeesoomee. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;haaha. damn. its nice to be able to tell someone stuff that you cant tell others. hmm.. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;hmm. i hope i dont give people the wrong idea. hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;damn. uber hungry. hungry to the bungry. seriously. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;nice. just cooked char mee. hahaha. uber good stuff. good food = always the best thing to spend your money on. :D hahaha.yeah. hahaha. ilove spending on food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hmm. why do people smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i'm kinda getting irritated with someone. no, not you. nope, not you either. nahh. its not you too. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ooo. now i feel like eating cheesecake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc-_eN2U0KI/AAAAAAAABvE/bTfU8MBThlw/s1600-h/29032009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc-_eN2U0KI/AAAAAAAABvE/bTfU8MBThlw/s320/29032009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318680210782343330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc-_ds4-RuI/AAAAAAAABu8/E1iKLwBY05g/s1600-h/29032009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc-_ds4-RuI/AAAAAAAABu8/E1iKLwBY05g/s320/29032009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318680201935079138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc-_dFZTHcI/AAAAAAAABu0/7XnxVlxp_sY/s1600-h/29032009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc-_dFZTHcI/AAAAAAAABu0/7XnxVlxp_sY/s320/29032009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318680191333244354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;nah. i'll save that  for tmrw. anyways, these are my recent drawings. as i said, i have no creativity of my own. so all rights reserved for the original artists.  hahaha. yeapp. i dont have any inspiration to actually draw this on my own. haha. these are actual tattoo drawings. haha nice aint it. hahaha. i like to redraw tattoos cos they have really good shading colours that look awesome. hahaa. one day i shall learn to do it without copying. hahaha. one day. yeah. i'm waiting for it too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang. its alrdy 2.42am. hmm. i should sleep. but i dont feel like sleeping. hmm... but i must sleep. tmrw got work. hmm... aite. i shall sleep. nightos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-5459240262792335066?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5459240262792335066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=5459240262792335066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5459240262792335066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5459240262792335066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/yuuppss.html' title='whahaha.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc-_eFimsDI/AAAAAAAABvM/WBX2D6x4-2w/s72-c/29032009%28004%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-335949929731869414</id><published>2009-03-29T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:02:26.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help me with this guilt trip.'/><title type='text'>guilty as charged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FEEL MEAN. OH-SO- MEAN!&lt;/span&gt; i feel so bad. i feel so sad i feel hurt. i feel MEAN. urgggghhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i have no mood to serve. no mood to work. no mood to smile. no mood to laugh.  no mood to do ANYTHING. A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G!!! urghh. i'm so sorry zhi xiang. i am really REALLY so sorry. damn. why am i feeling this way, why do i have anything do do with this shit?? WHY?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;damn. no one to cheer me up. hmm.. :( damn. howwwww... *hangs her head.* haiyaaas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;tata,&lt;br /&gt;norr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-335949929731869414?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/335949929731869414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=335949929731869414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/335949929731869414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/335949929731869414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/guilty-as-charged.html' title='guilty as charged.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-2573987689912468155</id><published>2009-03-28T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:55:13.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my smile looks outta place.. trace the tracks of my tears...'/><title type='text'>get me a doctor, who can prescribe me a cure for this feeling inside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5EwcTEjYI/AAAAAAAABuU/MP455pAIcpU/s1600-h/28032009%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5EwcTEjYI/AAAAAAAABuU/MP455pAIcpU/s320/28032009%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318263808991726978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i'm stuck on this awesome song. The Tracks of My Tears by Smokey Robinson. Adam lambert sang it for this week's performance. haha. i got the full song that he sang. haha. awesome i tell you. i LOVE adam LAMBERT. hhaha. awesome guy, awesome voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lyrics to Tracks of My Tears.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;People say I'm the life of the party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;'Cause I tell a joke or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Although I might be laughin' loud and hearty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Deep inside I'm blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So take a good look at my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You'll see my smile looks out of place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If you look closer it's easy to trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The tracks of my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I need you (need you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Need you (need you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Since you left me if you see me with somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Seemin' like I'm havin' fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Although they may be cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;There's just no substitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Because you're the permanent one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So take a good look at my face, uh-huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You see my smile (looks out of place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yeah, look a little bit closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's easy to trace, oh the tracks of my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh-ho-ho-ho  I need you (need you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Need you (need you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey hey -yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(Outside) i'm masquerading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(Inside) all my hope is fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(Im just a clown)  since you put me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My smile is my make-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I wear since my break-up with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So take a good look at my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You see my smile looks (out of place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yeah, just look closer it's easy (to trace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh, the tracks of my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Take a good look at (my face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;yeah you see my smile (looks out of place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Look a little bit closer (it's easy to trace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yeah, the tracks of my tears, oh yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ohhh yeahhh. AWESOME SONG BABEH! :D makes me feel like i can relate. haha. :P cheyy cheyy. relate sehhh. haha. man. i miss someone. haha. dunnoe. i miss everyone. that i know. oh man. i just have to move on then. haha. :) i will. anyway, the more important thing is going to get the guitar and getting lessons. thats my most important task. i'm gonna get my dad to give me money. :) he comes back on monday. haha. yay! i got a new pair of spectacles. :) nice. really. i think its nice. it looks fresh. :) stupid meepok boy cant complain no more. haha. :) yay! damn happy. getting it on wednesday. wearing it for awards night. it'll match. cos its so COOL! :) transition lenses also. haha. but i think it'll look more like sunglasses under the sun. :) haha. yay! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5EwcTEjYI/AAAAAAAABuU/MP455pAIcpU/s1600-h/28032009%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5EwcTEjYI/AAAAAAAABuU/MP455pAIcpU/s320/28032009%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318263808991726978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5Ev-W1FMI/AAAAAAAABuM/XHSCnIAUlBc/s1600-h/28032009%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5Ev-W1FMI/AAAAAAAABuM/XHSCnIAUlBc/s320/28032009%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318263800954426562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5EvshCEHI/AAAAAAAABuE/jbtnNA73Ndg/s1600-h/28032009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5EvshCEHI/AAAAAAAABuE/jbtnNA73Ndg/s320/28032009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318263796165382258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5EvvzdQqI/AAAAAAAABt8/wy9b3FIFx8o/s1600-h/28032009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5EvvzdQqI/AAAAAAAABt8/wy9b3FIFx8o/s320/28032009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318263797047968418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5Eu0HcQDI/AAAAAAAABt0/PvBcYaPR1_Y/s1600-h/28032009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5Eu0HcQDI/AAAAAAAABt0/PvBcYaPR1_Y/s320/28032009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318263781025660978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5FF5loEPI/AAAAAAAABus/yXU4f_f_30w/s1600-h/28032009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5FF5loEPI/AAAAAAAABus/yXU4f_f_30w/s320/28032009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318264177631432946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;tinkie baby. is so KAWAII nehhh! :D hahaha. he ran around the house like a mad dog. haha. cutey. haha. uber fussy. we bought him a new type of food, and he doesnt like it lah. aish. so nonsensical. the food is high ended one summore. and still can not eat. tsk. nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;anyhoo. tmrw, working at 1pm. so yeah. cant wait to stop working so i can train again.  i feel there's something missing. that i need, that i should have right now. hmm.. i'm not so sure what though. hmm... weird. anyhoooos. :/ the feeling is making me weird. damn no mood. aish. sad sia. maybe i have to sob a bit. emo emo a bit. punch a bit. kick a bit. throw tantrum a bit. haha. yeah. maybe. :) i should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;kk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;nightos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;norr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5FFz-DSuI/AAAAAAAABuk/xsqk_lLZFaA/s1600-h/28032009%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5FFz-DSuI/AAAAAAAABuk/xsqk_lLZFaA/s320/28032009%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318264176123267810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5FFZbO7GI/AAAAAAAABuc/yePlsaQgoKI/s1600-h/28032009%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5FFZbO7GI/AAAAAAAABuc/yePlsaQgoKI/s320/28032009%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318264168997907554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-2573987689912468155?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2573987689912468155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=2573987689912468155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/2573987689912468155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/2573987689912468155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-me-doctor-who-can-prescribe-me-cure.html' title='get me a doctor, who can prescribe me a cure for this feeling inside...'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc5EwcTEjYI/AAAAAAAABuU/MP455pAIcpU/s72-c/28032009%28005%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-1542135909315754088</id><published>2009-03-27T16:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:02:52.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter calms my storms of anger and pain...'/><title type='text'>WO SHI MUTANT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;presleyy made me laugh. hahahahaha! he says he wants to be a MODEL! muahahahahaha. crappy shit. hahaha. eeyerr. i takk boleeh tahan.. hahahahaha. kk... update later. (3.45pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(12.35am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;yeapps. hahah. i love today! haha. pipi, manda,liang wei and me got our clothes for awards night! UBER UBER FUN! hahaha! awesomeee! hahaha. i love love love love LOVE my dress. MUAHAHAHA! :) uber cool. haha. hmmm... lemme see... pipi got a spaghetti dress with pong pong ends. hahaha. its beautiful on her. haha. really. hahaha. she can carry it. hmmm... manda got a green giraffee print spaghetti dress. anothe uber nice dress. haha. i find the neckline really plunging but manda's gonna wear a tube innit. haha. awesome. really. nice design too. hahah. thennn... ah wei got herself (with the help of me, pipi and manda, cos she cannot choose herself :P ) a nice grey pants that had to be altered, a black shirt with white trimmings at the sides, and two other shorts that she wont be wearing on awards night. :) hahaha. i got a kinda African themed coloured spaghetti dress, that can be worn as a halter, a tube or a spaghetti dress.  AWESOME! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;i love it to bits. i just hope its not to "revealing".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc0DboOnkPI/AAAAAAAABto/bkWj23ApjJc/s1600-h/27032009%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc0DboOnkPI/AAAAAAAABto/bkWj23ApjJc/s320/27032009%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910508184506610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me, and how i kinda planned to do my hair that day. err.. gonna bun it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc0DbbT1KHI/AAAAAAAABtg/Ai9dZEQM5g4/s1600-h/27032009%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc0DbbT1KHI/AAAAAAAABtg/Ai9dZEQM5g4/s320/27032009%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910504716707954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;should i wear heels or no heels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc0DbAiegrI/AAAAAAAABtY/hrmPcHdMLH4/s1600-h/27032009%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc0DbAiegrI/AAAAAAAABtY/hrmPcHdMLH4/s320/27032009%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910497530380978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spaghetti way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc0Da8NREKI/AAAAAAAABtQ/VEDPVtFYVlo/s1600-h/27032009%28012%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc0Da8NREKI/AAAAAAAABtQ/VEDPVtFYVlo/s320/27032009%28012%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910496367677602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;halter way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc0DaotB1NI/AAAAAAAABtI/CrTwfc4BOjY/s1600-h/27032009%28013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc0DaotB1NI/AAAAAAAABtI/CrTwfc4BOjY/s320/27032009%28013%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910491132187858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tube way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;awesome aint it. i love the colours. seriously. only 28 bucks worhhs. haha. shiokness. now i have another 54 bucks to spend. hahaha! nice baby. even mummy likes it. hahaha. :P shiokness. tmrw gonna hope for new glasses. or hope i can get cooller specs. i'm gonna try my luck and ajak my mum for contacts. :) aweeesoommeee. hahaha. try ah. no harm. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;kk. i gotto wake up early tomorrow. morning shift again. tahaning a bit more till next week. haha. gonna have alot of time man. :) uber excited for awards night. i'm missing my class alrdy. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;oh yeah! amazing news,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RUBEN AND DULCIE went OUT TOGETHER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;hahahahahaahahahahahaha! according to ruben, they asked each other out. hahahaha! okkk. hahaha! damn funny. ruben is stupid. hahaa. i also have no idea why he is emo-ing. stupid fella. anyhoo. i still dunnoe who to learn guitar from. either i learn the basics from ruben then go to nicholasso or just learn everything from nicholasso. hmmmm... not sure if i have to pay ruben. hmmm... man. they are bad influences i tell you. (but they ARE&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; AWESOOMMEE PEOOPLEE&lt;/span&gt;!!) haha. cos i keep saying F**K ever since the chalet. haha. like i keep hearing them say F**K like heck care. haha. especially ruben and nicholasso. then now everything i'm not happy with i say F**K. like wtf! hahahahahaha! :P see? hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;dang. who cares now? hahaha. noreen is a REBEL! hahahahahahah! yeah right. haha. i gotta convince my mum to get me a guitar. now nicholasso says he can lend me his and now ruben says he can follow me and help me get the guitar. alamak. i dunnoe lah! i need my dad! going thru my mum is a KILLER! X( hahaha. yeah. i'll see how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;anyway, i gotto sleep. catch up with life tmrw. nightos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-1542135909315754088?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1542135909315754088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=1542135909315754088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1542135909315754088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/1542135909315754088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/wo-shi-mutant.html' title='WO SHI MUTANT!'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Sc0DboOnkPI/AAAAAAAABto/bkWj23ApjJc/s72-c/27032009%28008%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-5018151984295227903</id><published>2009-03-26T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:00:33.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we gotta blooww.. and gooo... dont want anybody to knoww..'/><title type='text'>hit me hard so i will wake up from this mess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;well well well. nicholasso has offered to lend me his guitar while i look for one. ISNT HE THE BEST!?!?! :):):) hahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS NICHOLASSO! &lt;/span&gt;:D haha. yeah. now gotto ask my dad if he wants to get me MY own guitar or if he rather i borrowed nic's guitar.  oh yeah, by the way people, you should check out this band called SKYROCKET (nicholasso's band, he's the guitarist.) they are AWE-spiring. hahaha. check out their myspcae page :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/skyrocketsg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;yeah. they havent updated it in QUITE some time now. ahah. yeah... haha. hopefully we can go to their next gig lah. mei xuannie! wanna come for their gig? :) haha. open invitation to all. :) will update y'all on the details when nicholasso comes back to me on it. haha. i seriously love the guitars on the Blow and Go.  lyrics = *speechless* but the guitars? = AWESOME! haha. :D way to go nicholasso! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;then there's Thambi K Seaow. another hilarious band. haha. their songs are kinda ... err... creative. hahaha! the lyrics are like again, *speechless* haha. like SKYROCKET lah. uncommentable. :P haha. check out their myspace page :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/tks999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;totally awesome. go listen to Sebab Saya Shotgun. totally catchy. haha. if you know malay then, the lyrics are uber funny. hahaha. damn. :P dont take it too hard yeah! its all for fun,laughter,peace and joy!damn. the Mas Selamat song is also damn stupidly funny. hahaha! "i only want to sell epok-epok." hahaha! lame. hahaha. but quite fun lah their songs. the Ba Kua CCB song is abit wrong. hahaha. i got a shock when my computer screamed "C... C.. B..!" cos my mum was in the room. :O :X aww heck. hahaa...AHAHA! i'm listening to Yineh Da Pakereh. hahahaha! UBER funny! damn STUPID. hahahahaha! damn. hahahahaha! lame song! HAHAH. Tamil with english slang seh. hahahahaha!  uber funny. love this band. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yeapps. i have placed their webbies on my links so check it out ah! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;wow. shyam raj is awesome. his voice is so... errr... i dont know! haha. cool lah sia!dang. but i think i prefer him singing songs from Thambi K Seaow than the Withered Tree. although i love the Withered Tree's guitar parts. hahaa! but their songs are kinda the low, emo ones? i dont know. i'm not a critique. haha. i love them all still. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;kk. i gotto bath and change for work then eat lunch with my mum. :) haha. dang. i just remembered. "Wo Shi MUTANT!"-quoted from Nicholas LIM. :) haha. lame guy with long UBER nice hair. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;love y'all~ &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-5018151984295227903?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5018151984295227903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=5018151984295227903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5018151984295227903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/5018151984295227903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/hit-me-hard-so-i-will-wake-up-from-this.html' title='hit me hard so i will wake up from this mess.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-885182354668575187</id><published>2009-03-25T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:52:38.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i cant be bother to bother.'/><title type='text'>smack me or hit me, i dont think i care anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i kinda like talking to zhi xiang. although he likes to say vulgarities. haha. like i don't. haahahahaha. lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;kk. it pointless. really.. it is P-O-I-N-T-L-E-S-S. i make a difference in people's lives! i do i do! *me cheering myself on.* :P hahaha. oh wells. i'm uber tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;this post is stupid. dang. what the heck. its 12.40am alrdy. i feel cocked. really cocked. bleagh. so dead. must be becos i was kinda laughing like mad with Zhi xiang about totally random stuff. haha. and ghosts. :X yeah. like i said, random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;oh man. i wanna shop shop shop. bleagh. my hair is crappy now. haha. the fringe was irritating me. haha. so i put on a hairband and now its so cocky. hahha. wth. lame. kk. i'm gonna peng out first. ciaossies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt; ending at 12.50am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm trying to breathe with my head above the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i keep getting pulled back in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-885182354668575187?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/885182354668575187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=885182354668575187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/885182354668575187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/885182354668575187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/smack-me-or-hit-me-i-dont-think-i-care.html' title='smack me or hit me, i dont think i care anymore'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-2949882975306339144</id><published>2009-03-25T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:08:04.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i agree. with the true self part. hahahaha. dang. my bangs. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. dang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-2949882975306339144?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2949882975306339144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=2949882975306339144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/2949882975306339144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/2949882975306339144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-view-on-yourself-you-are-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-7482173706307077204</id><published>2009-03-24T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:16:48.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what am i? super human?'/><title type='text'>a fool to all beliefs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG~ I CANNOT BELIEVE I CUT BANGS! :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;this is uber funny. hahaha. i am so not used to it. haha. ok. i am used to the bangs but like the lady straightened my hair and i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;HATE &lt;/span&gt;having my hair &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;straightened&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha! ITS FREAKIN' STRAIGHT! :O damnnnnn!!!!!!! HOW HOW HOW HOW HOW HOW?!?!?!?!?!! :O *breathes in with shallow breaths* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Scj2vkJn9bI/AAAAAAAABs4/Bgu8WEt9zTk/s1600-h/24032009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Scj2vkJn9bI/AAAAAAAABs4/Bgu8WEt9zTk/s320/24032009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316770657129199026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me before cutting my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Scj2hB5GCaI/AAAAAAAABsw/-4tgWmTAdyg/s1600-h/24032009%28024%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Scj2hB5GCaI/AAAAAAAABsw/-4tgWmTAdyg/s320/24032009%28024%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316770407414892962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me AFTER cutting my hair. :O DAMMIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SO DAMN STRAIGHT! LIKE A BROOMSTICK LIDDAT! KNB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Scj2g4hlrAI/AAAAAAAABso/kVuFrthPvGw/s1600-h/24032009%28023%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Scj2g4hlrAI/AAAAAAAABso/kVuFrthPvGw/s320/24032009%28023%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316770404900383746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Scj2gRhh5PI/AAAAAAAABsg/H8-ikH3DwRQ/s1600-h/24032009%28022%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Scj2gRhh5PI/AAAAAAAABsg/H8-ikH3DwRQ/s320/24032009%28022%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316770394431153394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy with the bangs. but i want my WAVES BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Scj2gdKKunI/AAAAAAAABsY/uX66d4bR-SM/s1600-h/24032009%28017%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Scj2gdKKunI/AAAAAAAABsY/uX66d4bR-SM/s320/24032009%28017%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316770397554391666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nerdy me. i dont look like a minah mei xuannie! hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Scj2gMu2l6I/AAAAAAAABsQ/5xw9NHbwwsU/s1600-h/24032009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Scj2gMu2l6I/AAAAAAAABsQ/5xw9NHbwwsU/s320/24032009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316770393144858530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;myyy waveeessssssss..... :'( :'( :'( hahahahahahahahahahahaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i'm so sad for my curls.. hahahaha.thanks to pipi (who woke up frm her sleep even when she was sick) and kay-siow for answering my call and letting me release my pent up shock. hahahaha! THANK YOU BABEs! hahahaha. i should thank Zhi Xiang as well. hahaha. yesterday he had to tahan my whines and all about ruben and the guitar( that i dont have) and a whole lot of other shit. hahaha! THANKS ZHI XIANG even thought you wil never see this post ever in your life lah. hahahahahaha! :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;OMGOSH! I STILL CANT BELIEVE IT MAN! LIKE HOW THE HELL DID I CONVINCE MYSELF TO CUT BANGS?!?!?! WHY IS IT SO STRAIGHT?!?!?!?!?! ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :O :O :O :O :O :O :O ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to scream. haha. i need to go some where, where i can scream. hahaha. DAMMMITTT! hahahaahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;WAHKAUUUUU!!!! BUEY TAHAN SIA! ALAMAK! hahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahaha.whatttodo???? hahahahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;why in the world am i even taking the advice of a lunatic (refering to ruben wong.) ?? why why why? *slaps her forehead* this is unbelievable. serious. WHAT THE FISHCAKES WAS I THINKING?!?!?! hais. hahahhahahaahahahahahaha! damnn. hahaha.  i think tmrw, i might wake up laughing. hahahaha! yeah, i am laughing right now. hahahaha. i still cant believe i cut my hair. and summore i went to freaking PARKWAY PARADE. hahahahahahhahaahahahahahaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;this is really retarded. WHAT THE HELL! urghh. i feel like knocking my head against the wall. hahahahahaha! too much adrenaline. haha. the adrenaline comes every single time i look at my reflection or even when i think of it. haahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaha! shit. damn funny. crap. crap.  i need piriyah, hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! alamak... hahahahahahahhahahahaahahah. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;oh man. ruben's drunk AGAIN. alamak. stupid fool. tsk tsk.  dont know what nonsense they all playing also. damn. 1. 43am worhs. i'm watching the korean drama now lah. thats why i refuse to sleep. haha. finishing. haha. soon soon. man. my dad isnt in singapore thats why. my mum doesnt really care about what time i sleep unless my dad is here. i dont know if that is supposed to be good or bad. hmm... i think its kinda sad. hmmm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;i wanna get a new pair of specs or maybe contacts. hopefully. haha. man. my dad wont allow. again, my mum was like, ok lets get it and my dad was like, no dont get it. so its more of my dad is the last say. dang. sad case. sighs. tmrw starting work at 12pm to 9.pm. sian balls. me and zhi xiang again. i have to suffer with no break this week. :( so will zhi xiang. haha. but never mind! SATURDAY i will go SHOPPING! :) :) hahaha. thennnn... thursday, i will get my mum to do the new specs with me.(the money is with her.) hahaha. hmmm.. i told ruben that i wanna learn how to play the guitar. he says he can teach me the basics. hmm... aBIT weird ah. note the "ABIT". hahahahaha. yeapps. i dont know. i find it really awkward. even with nicholasso. aish. thats why i didnt want them to know. anyhoo. i need to get the guitar too. dang. i have no idea how to buy one. i should get rubenny or nicholasso to help me buy. but thats even awkward-er. hahaha. again, i find it awkward. hahaha. awww dang. the lead actress in the show shied away from the guy! alamak so sad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;kk. tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-7482173706307077204?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7482173706307077204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=7482173706307077204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/7482173706307077204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/7482173706307077204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/fool-to-all-beliefs.html' title='a fool to all beliefs'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/Scj2vkJn9bI/AAAAAAAABs4/Bgu8WEt9zTk/s72-c/24032009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-7488953935541600932</id><published>2009-03-24T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:54:50.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain rain go away but always bring the wind back to me...'/><title type='text'>pitter patter on the glass window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsAk2D9TI/AAAAAAAABrY/nxEheoWGWiE/s1600-h/2659_59727571298_599581298_1695935_5089876_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsAk2D9TI/AAAAAAAABrY/nxEheoWGWiE/s320/2659_59727571298_599581298_1695935_5089876_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316618117257098546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;damn. uber tired. i came in late again. :( and now, i am FREAKING hungry. :(( later when James comes in. i shall run to 7-11 to grab some food. :)) haha. yupps. no wonder i gained a kilo. haha. damn. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i wanna cut my hair today. MAYbe, i will go to parkway. MAYBE. :( sian balls sia. damn far leh. stupid ruben wong. grrr.. if its more than 25 bucks, i WILL SLAP him. he better go and check first. :/ haha. if not i waste my trip there man. sighs. if its $25, i might go there or or, i will just cut my hair at either at the hair salon at far east or maybe at toni and guy upstairs.( upstairs: heeren's upstairs.) damn, i hate being so high class. why do i even bother going to this kinda places, I DONT EVEN KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsB-9U9GI/AAAAAAAABr4/NTCNwkm1tIo/s1600-h/2659_59735021298_599581298_1696161_5711950_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsB-9U9GI/AAAAAAAABr4/NTCNwkm1tIo/s320/2659_59735021298_599581298_1696161_5711950_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316618141446763618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;:( its because of ruben wong and gang. grrr...all damn high class. why why why??? siann balls.. this is one reason i dont really like abt them. haha. although overall, they ARE AWEsomely FUN people. hahaha.. i just wished they werent so brand concious. :( its kinda bad in a sense. hmm... reccesion people reccesion! we should be SAVING not SPENDING *hint hint and some more hints* hahahahahaha. awww. inside joke. hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsBmPjrOI/AAAAAAAABrw/wXHIKn-A-CM/s1600-h/2659_59727601298_599581298_1695939_5082389_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsBmPjrOI/AAAAAAAABrw/wXHIKn-A-CM/s320/2659_59727601298_599581298_1695939_5082389_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316618134812339426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ruben wong is a lazy pig. LAZY PIG. :P hahaha...he was supposed to wake up at ard 11 plus to jog. i woke him up at 11.54am. he said, okok i wake up and go and jog. wanna guess what happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsBa0RxRI/AAAAAAAABro/63gUlIFecv8/s1600-h/2659_59727581298_599581298_1695937_2184485_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsBa0RxRI/AAAAAAAABro/63gUlIFecv8/s320/2659_59727581298_599581298_1695937_2184485_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316618131745129746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i called back to check if he woke up. i had a hunch that he wasnt awake. hahah. i called at 12.35pmish. guess the outcome? hahaaha. obviously, he WASNT awake. hahaha. lamer. hahaha. he wanna jog but he wasnt awake. lame arse. i bet you he is still sleeping. that stupid crappy arsed donkey's monkey. uuu. i like that. hahaha. "stupid crappy arse donkey's monkey" nice nice. what an awesome nick name for him. hahaha. cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsBc5gx9I/AAAAAAAABrg/VI-_piStzZ4/s1600-h/2659_59727576298_599581298_1695936_4201930_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsBc5gx9I/AAAAAAAABrg/VI-_piStzZ4/s320/2659_59727576298_599581298_1695936_4201930_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316618132303955922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;james is here. haha. i went to buy my food alrdy. yumms. haha. not healthy at all man. sad case. haha. i got a hot and spicy chips for $1.20 and a slurpee for $1.80 and also a cadbury milk chocolate bar for $2.50. satisfying man. hahaha. i finished the whole packet of chips alrdy. haha. now drinking my slurpee. later i'll eat my chocolatoh. hahaha. havent been eating chocos for very long. hahaha. dark chocolates are DA BOMB. aweessoomme.. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsdqGiS1I/AAAAAAAABsI/h7f51BSSze4/s1600-h/2659_59735921298_599581298_1696169_7044285_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsdqGiS1I/AAAAAAAABsI/h7f51BSSze4/s320/2659_59735921298_599581298_1696169_7044285_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316618616884579154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;damn. i love my friends. haha. random but i really do. hahaah. hrmmm... i think i should cut bangs. i look alright, right? hmmm... damn, i am damn scared it turns out horrible. muahahha. haahaha. yes, noreen is worrying for a lame lame reason. haahahahahaha. i'm gonna call pipi later. then i'll call ruben to confirm the price.  damn. parkway leh. sighs. hahahahaha. my parents just came down for awhile. now they're gone. so. yeah. i dont care! if i dont go to Kimage, i will go to another salon. i DONT CARE! i NEED to cut my HAIR.  *throws tantrums* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsdCdjVlI/AAAAAAAABsA/HoH1GWQ0OC8/s1600-h/2659_59735031298_599581298_1696163_2301085_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsdCdjVlI/AAAAAAAABsA/HoH1GWQ0OC8/s320/2659_59735031298_599581298_1696163_2301085_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316618606243698258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;hahahahahaahahahahaaha! i still want a guitar... i gotto ask nicholasso roughly how long it takes to learn the basics. dang. my dad is okay after hearing that nicholasso graduated from a music and arts school. hahaha. but he isnt sure if nicholasso has the time to teach. haha. damn. how to ask him that? hahaha. a bit weird. anyways, i havent told rubenny yet. later ah. kk. i'm gonna call pipi now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;err. its now 1.52pm. hahaha. kk. i took really long to put up this post. hahaha. AWEsomee. hahahaha. kk. gotto go. maybe i'll add on a few stuff later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-7488953935541600932?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7488953935541600932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=7488953935541600932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/7488953935541600932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/7488953935541600932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/pitter-patter-on-glass-window.html' title='pitter patter on the glass window'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/SchsAk2D9TI/AAAAAAAABrY/nxEheoWGWiE/s72-c/2659_59727571298_599581298_1695935_5089876_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-3518479750650975261</id><published>2009-03-23T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:28:44.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urging me to go on and live life to its fullest...'/><title type='text'>the needs of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;damn damn damn. i ssssoooo needd a feww things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1) I WANT/NEED A GUITAR. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(plus the lessons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;2) I WANT/NEED A HAIRCUT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(plus a salon to go to that isnt so FAR.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) I WANT/NEED A NEW PHONE. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(plus a new sim card cos the one now is cocked.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;yeahs. a few. haha. 3 only. hahaha. a few right? hahaha. damn. i really gotto start forgetting stuff. i should and must have selective memory and hearing. really. damn. help me god. this isnt not working out. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;anyway, yesterday night, nicholasso told me that he had heard from manda that i wanted to learn how to play the guitar. :O i know. shit lah. hahaha. my secret is OUTTA THE BAG. :O&lt;/span&gt;  balls. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sianhahaha. its okay. i have come to terms with it. haha. i shall just, *as quoted from the penguins from Madagascar*, "smile and wave boys, just smile and wave." :) :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i love the penguins. i love the lemur. i love melman. hahaha. i love love love the lemur. hahaha. king julian. hahaha.awesome. he is so damn funny. he makes me laugh. hahaha. okok. back to the story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;yeap, err.. i have to tahan the comments of ruben wong. yeapps. i alrdy cannot take it as it is. and how to take the shit he will add on, i have no idea. yeapps. freaking shit calls me 'nasi lemak' and 'malay'. and and, yes presley, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM MALAY&lt;/span&gt;! not only malay though, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i AM MALAY WITH A FUSION OF CHINESE BLOOD. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha. nice ah. fusion sehh. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;crap. this reminds me. today i have been saying a lot a lot alot of F words. and CB and KNN. ahaha. i must not say it no more. less at least. hahaha. damn. gotto sms Ruben later. wonder if he's drunk. hahaha. :) typically Ruben. hrmm.. i need to ask him abt the hair salon. THAT IS AT PARKWAY PARADE! SHIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;IS HE CRAZY OR WHAT? ASKING ME, ME, ME, *points at herself* to GO TO EAST COAST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;where it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;doesnt even have an MRT straight to PARKWAY PARADE. GRRRR... I SLAP HIS FACE BODOH. :( hahaha. joking. he is still a good friend although he keeps disturbing me. sighs. why must i get the nonsense? hahaha. aww heck. its fun while it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. yeah. i'm thinking of going to the plaza sing one. but i'm not sure if the voucher thing works there. so yeah. need to call him and also give him a shout. haha. release my anger. hahaha. :P since he used me to scold all the bad words that day. hahaha. i use him now. hahaha. damn. i think i should just tell him that i wanna learn how to play a guitar. haha. be done and over with rather than he find out from nicholasso. :) damn. nicholasso is now calling me "herman" as well. damn. infectious disease man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;anywaysss.. yeah. thats abt it. my life is boring. haha. i need to train. :) hahaha. this saturday gonna go shopping for awards night clothes. haha. not looking for shoes. gonna use the ones last year. haha. good enough. haha. must find a dress or smth. dang. haha. so leh chey. :P haha. but fun. so heck. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yupps. kk. i go call rubenny now. update you guys on my dead life tmrw night then. ciaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;tata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;norr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8264038775619010788-3518479750650975261?l=norrbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3518479750650975261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8264038775619010788&amp;postID=3518479750650975261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/3518479750650975261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8264038775619010788/posts/default/3518479750650975261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/needs-of-life.html' title='the needs of life.'/><author><name>Noreen Herman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X14H78Y0_Y8/TPaR_5_PqaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/1YZW4G3rEPI/S220/Image0910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8264038775619010788.post-9173439218957437258</id><published>2009-03-23T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:19:02.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; 
