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Thursday, February 4, 2010

I finally won myself a portrait lens from my dad. yahoo! I think i'm gonna create a blog for my photographs, but afraid of it being copied if its too good. HAHA. Oh well, this couple of days homeworks and duties sickens me-.- I had enough being tortured, my hands are for resting not from some serious type-write jobbbbbbbb, ah fackeiiyuuu. News flash, this is sooo based on reality, no more fantasy moments, heh! I miss my life, feel so lifeless nowadays for being too busy, like too too busy! I meant PMR, for me its like JUST around the corner, eventhough its months and months away. Still wasn't ready to face the BIG TIME. God, I wish the time quickened its pace because I am dying to be on that plane already! Well you must be "ugh, wtf norule, i don't get what you mean" ahoy mates, i'm off to perth, aussie. Couldn't resist to use my new lens on beauty of perth. Actually, I have to get back to my work because my hands don't write thousands of words per mili seconds you know. I don't flash out my talent yet because my hands are young and not mature. Godddd, tahell i'm freaking outttt?! Okay, got things to do, cheers :)


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Hey, I'm Norule, already 15. And my personal assistant for this blog is Shafiqah. If she feels that she wants to blog, she will blog. She always quotes so that's how you can tear apart the differences. Oh yeah, the person who wore the yellow shirt is Shafiqah. That's all, bye



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