<?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-5370505161389874925</id><updated>2011-09-09T09:34:37.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoulder Whisper</title><subtitle type='html'>What is written, is for eyes to read</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-7233383671712870806</id><published>2010-12-09T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T05:34:29.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BRO, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PEH-RO-BE-LEM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*malay mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila masa aku cari kau? Bila masa aku kacau hidup kau? Bila masa doh? Cuba kau cerita sikit masalah kau tu apa? Kau yang rajin sangat menyemak kat inbox aku. Ada aku ajak kau gerak KL? Eh tak doh. Kau yang over kay? I was trying to be nice konon aku mengharapkan kau datang. Firstly, yes it's fucken true I MISS YOU, I can't move on. Tapi aku tak ada la nak buatkan kau fikir aku mengganggu hidup kau. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BUT YOU JUST CAN'T APPRECIATE THE EFFORT I'VE USED TO GET YOU BACK IN MA LIFE. Aku dah buatkan bahasa melayu since kau bodoh sangat dalam english bila aku guna english. Kau ni memang bangangkan? Harap je belajar tinggi tinggi tapi sama gak bangang. Muka dahla macam ebony, ada hati nak perasan aku cari kau? Kau yang call aku selalunya, kau yang tanya mana aku. Pastu tak tentu pasal aku pulak yang kena. FO SHO kau penyakit Anemia kan? Hilang ingatan. Oh wait aku sendiri tak ingat start dengan apa penyakit hilang ingatan tu. But Alzheimer is for senior citizen so yeah. BUT THE FUCKEN CONCLUSION IS APA MASALAH KAU SIAL? Kau tak puas hati, mari datang rumah aku, takkan kau bodoh sangat tak ingat rumah aku, kau yang dulu rajin "layan" aku kat rumah ni. Bodoh sial kau tak menghargai aku langsung. Takpe aku dah tak kisah pun pasal kau. Kalau kau mati awal aku tak cakap pun innallillah lah brader. Pfft chow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-7233383671712870806?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/7233383671712870806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/12/bro-what-fuck-is-your-peh-ro-be-lem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7233383671712870806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7233383671712870806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/12/bro-what-fuck-is-your-peh-ro-be-lem.html' title=''/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-8160078545069943269</id><published>2010-12-08T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:18:40.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO MOTHERFUCKER IMMA HIT YOU UP</title><content type='html'>DUDE, I'M TIRED OF BEING MRS NICE. I GOTTA SHOW HOW TOUGH MY ASS IS BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, dude c'mon what's your motherfucking reaction when I did state the fucking obvious that I like you? OH YEAH NONE. And you just know how to made people pissed huh? I didn't show how pissed I am but soon I'm turning into a motherfucking hulk squeeze you till every of your bones break. I don't give two fucks about what you gonna say about me. I don't give two fucks if you dislike me. Am I that despo? YES MOTHERFUCKER YES. since you are acting like a mofo, i bet you even hurt a BIGFOOT. You get this bitch? I bet this slapped you right in your soft zit-less face huh boy? Oh yeah one more thing, phrase fuck and go suits you. You know how to make things complicated aren't you? Okay let's face it, every girls dig you, durhhhh, who doesn't? BUT DON'T MOTHERFUCKING PLAY WITH MA HEART MAN OR ELSE IMMA BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN TILL THERE'S NO DUST AROUND. chow mofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, YES I KNOW, JOKES. Oh c'mon do i look like a guy that you can try to pull out evil sarcasms like that? i'm a girl, get yo facts right bitch. I maybe look like OHMAIGAWDYRAMOTHERFUCKINGCOOLPERSONTOTALKTO type of person but yet, DO I LOOK LIKE I'M LAUGHING? OHYES, we're on twitter, you can't notice the LOOK. The 'do i give a fuck' look. If you don't know my shits, ya gotta dig real hard to find out what the fuck is wrong with me these days. YEA MAN I KNOW WTF! MY GOD PMS WHILE NOT ON PERIOD. this is some motherfucking shit mannnnnn! HOLYSHITTTTT NURUL IS ON PMS YOU GOTTA BACK OFF OR YOU'LL DIE. c'mon, deal with em. I might be pissed but cool me down if you are my friend. not backing off. life is not fucking awesome. so you gotta deal with my temper mannnn, right now i'm pulling my socks, but later i'll do a mohawk, making you all grunt and fucked up since i'm the one who soon be messing with you dufus. GOODLUCK SON, CHOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-8160078545069943269?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/8160078545069943269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-motherfucker-imma-hit-you-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/8160078545069943269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/8160078545069943269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-motherfucker-imma-hit-you-up.html' title='SO MOTHERFUCKER IMMA HIT YOU UP'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-4171915362801900949</id><published>2010-08-13T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:09:27.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People come and go, but forever the love ones stay in our heart.</title><content type='html'>I've been called short, skinny, nerdie and so on. I've approved people randomly. I'm a bimbo. My mouth always open wide. Dude, I'm no skinny model ANTM biatch. I'm not perfect. I'm not every guys dream. But I know one thing in mind, and there's always changes in life. So yeah. Things like these should be list out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming beauty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a pair of coloured contact lense.&lt;br /&gt;2. Grow long hair&lt;br /&gt;3. Grow tall&lt;br /&gt;4. Work out on my abs.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get braces.&lt;br /&gt;6. Facial treatment.&lt;br /&gt;7. Spa perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;8. the rest is up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, things will work out. I'm norule, and I've been single for 7 months, AND I'M FRIGGIN HAPPY FOR MYSELF! No more dudes tryna bother my life, no more assholes in my life. It's just me, fam, and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-4171915362801900949?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/4171915362801900949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/08/people-come-and-go-but-forever-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/4171915362801900949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/4171915362801900949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/08/people-come-and-go-but-forever-love.html' title='People come and go, but forever the love ones stay in our heart.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-6534201049027749230</id><published>2010-05-06T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T01:54:33.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its you who made me like this.</title><content type='html'>Due to counseling this morning, whole day package, I'm starting to realize that I did so much wrong doings in my life. And I know that I didn't play hard to get over something that I wanted so much. So, this is just a simple brief for you to know all I wanted to do or to get during present and future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get my Sigma repaired&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy films for SLR&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy new, good quality of wide angle&lt;br /&gt;4. Learning more on taking good photos&lt;br /&gt;5. Get good grades&lt;br /&gt;6. Buy outfits for Campfire Night&lt;br /&gt;7. Enjoy life as time running, life is too short&lt;br /&gt;8. Stuck single for at least a year&lt;br /&gt;9. Find a great new guy.&lt;br /&gt;10. Never skip class anymore.&lt;br /&gt;11. Pray more.&lt;br /&gt;12. Quick fooling around&lt;br /&gt;13. Start to act serious in life.&lt;br /&gt;14. Don't blame others for my own mistakes&lt;br /&gt;15. Get rid of negatives and begin new positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's more, I'll list it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-6534201049027749230?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/6534201049027749230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-you-who-made-me-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6534201049027749230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6534201049027749230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-you-who-made-me-like-this.html' title='its you who made me like this.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-1125098382298747884</id><published>2010-04-29T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T03:53:35.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop dead.</title><content type='html'>I thought life would be more superior without any problems. Oh guh-reat, problem just came. Never underestimate to the power of arguements. I wasn't really satisfied, things haven't settled yet how can she go and blew it off just like that. It will feel so awkward sitting next to her, feeling all rage up and sitting right next to her. Can't avoid from meeting each other. It's too, unbareable. I couldn't manage all my oversensitive feelings, its just too hard to control the ultimate resistance. Firstly, anything have its own limit, such as my temper. It owns a limit, so when you cross the line, don't dare to step onto it, because you know worst things might happen if you do and in the end, you were just holding onto the rope while you are hanging at the sky trying to find way to save yourself, and its all depending on me. Because I'm your hero, once I lose my trust on you, there's no longer a hero for you. You couldn't change the past, everything might turn up the other way around than what you expected it to be. So, stop doing that thing you do, blaming things to me while you got your own issues too. Before you blamed me for something i'd never do, look in the mirror and ask yourself, are you right or just simply wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-1125098382298747884?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/1125098382298747884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/drop-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1125098382298747884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1125098382298747884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/drop-dead.html' title='Drop dead.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-4535654123881474442</id><published>2010-04-23T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:06:55.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Audi, with love.</title><content type='html'>Audi, we've been a family for 4 years. You're the longest that stays in my family. There's no other type like you. You make my life worth a thousand words of description. People just know me because of you, Audi. You never fail to entertained me without noticing your speed limits. Oh my gosh, I can't believe I felt like I'm gonna cry over a car. Well, Audi is just not any other car. Audi is like a sister or a brother to me, always carried me to everywhere I wanted to be. I'm gonna miss you Audi. I love you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I've heard? There's a traitor on who I'm friend with. I can't name them. But my mom knows there is, I was so extremely stuttered to listen on what she says. She told me to be careful. People would have used me, because my family owns a massive amount of money. So, all I know is if I found out whoever you are. Don't even bother to say sorry, once I saw you, I spit on you. You are nothing but a whore. You deserves that title, so EFF OFF bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-4535654123881474442?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/4535654123881474442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-audi-with-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/4535654123881474442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/4535654123881474442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-audi-with-love.html' title='To Audi, with love.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-7570784129459602880</id><published>2010-04-20T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T05:25:54.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a demo for your own porno.</title><content type='html'>You know what? Today is amusing yet tiring. Okay let me tell you from the start. Woke up at 6.30, rushed to school got duty for SeafieldFM on 7.10 but ended up arriving there 5 minutes late, so the song is already started without me. Then, met up with teacher incharge. Later, bump into counselling teacher, asked me to meet her. Talk about my life with her, from 7.55 up to 9.15 skips two or three period, couldn't remember. Got back in class and do my Kerja Kayu, ended up that thing broke, so had to do it all over again. Went to recess, back from recess being annoyed by Nageswari, it's an everyday routine. Then, went for Agama class, watching Munawar playing my Kendama and laughing at Syed Hariz's joke. Yet, didn't concentrate in class much. Transferred my pictures in Editorial Board. Back to class and got BM homework. Gone to called Shafiqah's mother if she can stayback, while on our queue for phone, saw Jonathan Stanley's friend caught up with a Gay dude, which is Puan Lim's son, he held his friend's arm so tightly and asked about his age and stuff. Jonathan ran away because afraid of being the next victim. Shafiqah told me all about that Gay ass, the way he abused Shafiqah's brother and Hakim. OMG, pity them. Okay back to the point. I couldn't stop laughing until I reached my class. Reached there and play with Kendama with all of my classmates. Haha, what a day. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back at my crib with Shafiqah, at 1.35, ate lunch at school's canteen. Called Adam, he told me won't be coming. Then, went to DIY for a little shopping for our Kerja Kayu. Done it in black and white. Then chatted on Shafiqah's facebook status about the Gay and stuff. Revealing her love towards Hakim. Then, went to guitar class at 5.20. Finished it on 6, bought siew pao and tuna puff. Ate it for dinner, continueing the Kerja Kayu, till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-7570784129459602880?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/7570784129459602880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/give-me-demo-for-your-own-porno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7570784129459602880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7570784129459602880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/give-me-demo-for-your-own-porno.html' title='Give me a demo for your own porno.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-529511709163193818</id><published>2010-04-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:00:49.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's gonna be a second post for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My ex called me last night but I didn't pick it up. How cool is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fucking awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, my ex called me yesterday, last night and yesterday's evening. Firstly I answer the call, here the conversation goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Him: Hello. You katne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Norule: Asal tanye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Him: Saje, takleh ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norule: Takdela, apa motif kalau saja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Him: Takde papela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norule: So, asal tanya I katne? Buatpe nak tahu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Him: Takde pape, takde pape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norule: *Hung up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then, last night he online on his MSN, so I go and asked him what's with the calling me and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Again, here's how the conversation goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Norule: Yo, asal call tadi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him: Oh takde papela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Norule: Asal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him: Saje je call you, takleh ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Norule: Takleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him: Oh sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Norule: So, why call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him: Takde papelaaa. Ok i gtg, bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later(he still onlines)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Norule: Ok, kalau tak cukup perempuan, cakap jela :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then an hour later, he'd called me, maybe to raise his voice towards me, but I didn't even pick it up, because I'm too tired of listening to his fucking issues. And I'm bored with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conclusion is, I won't pick up any unreasonable calls. People who would call me must have certain reasons. If the word "Saje" came out or anything that had to do with it. All I know is, I hung up the phone or else just mock them till they were so pissed. So yeah, before you wasting my time calling me without any reasons, try to think twice, because I'll make your life harder after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-529511709163193818?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/529511709163193818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-gonna-be-second-post-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/529511709163193818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/529511709163193818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-gonna-be-second-post-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-439480942786114831</id><published>2010-04-19T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:13:47.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, saw your cat calling my name, weird 0.0</title><content type='html'>I've been practicing my Kendama for the past four days, I guess? It's time to give it a break from my obsessive disorder. I've bought it last Friday, couldn't stop using it. For those whom are not known to such things called Kendama. Browse to this link www.kendama.de or check on youtube on how awesome do they play it. If you are eager enough, you can search the Kendama at Wheel Love Skateshop, located in SS15. Trust me, looking at it was a remarkable view, thus while you playing it, you won't give up on practicing how well you can play it but when you're already good at it, you want to do it again and again until you've become pros. So, you won't let go of this thing. Like me, I bring it everywhere, like I'm bringing my phone to everywhere. I'm so obsessed with this thing. Don't be such a shallow minded people, this awesome toy gives me the ability to learn on how to balance and stabilized my positions. Which gave me a moral value that everything needs to be balance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing, i've been reminiscence the past, throughout the days when my life seems pretty begun to grow more self esteem inside of me. I've remembered during my childhood days, when life was everything you could imagine of. At a certain point, I've realized, because of Kendama, I felt nevertheless a younger person.  A person who I'd used to be. The little Norule who everybody being entertained of. I have a lot of obsessions. I remembered that, when I was a kid, I love eating choki choki, and bought a box of chocolate with free toys included. I couldn't remember what was the name of that box of chocolate. I remember that I used to love bubblegums but until now never blow one before. Oh, my favourite movie is Tom and Jerry whereas my favourite band is Nickelback and Evanescence, that explains how tomboy-ish I acted till now. My favourite childhood colour is Pink. I remembered that my bestest best friend whom I knew for years and years is my own neighbour. She is a lot younger than me, I think she is now in Standard Six if i'm not mistaken. We had arguements and fight almost everyday. Example, today we're okay and the next day we're fight and the other day we're back to our normal lifes. I know the way we contacted each other is humorous. You know that neighbours had one thing that separates the house, which is gates, gates that are a twine of metals. We took a chair and sat down and chat all day long without noticing times passes by and even the weather is getting hotter. I don't know why don't we just talk with each other by going to each other houses-___-. When my cat went to her house, I have the most envious feeling that I hate when my cat loves to go there. Oh! How the most littlest things in life we used to spent is the most memorable and precious times on our lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-439480942786114831?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/439480942786114831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-saw-your-cat-calling-my-name-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/439480942786114831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/439480942786114831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-saw-your-cat-calling-my-name-weird.html' title='Hey, saw your cat calling my name, weird 0.0'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-2603948241923019979</id><published>2010-04-13T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:33:48.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little dingle in my head wouldn't be so serious.</title><content type='html'>Things were an absolute frustrating. Me with my Geography and Sivik project undone, must pass up tomorrow. Nevermind, I'm trying to do it as fast as I could. Well life is going on great, I have nothing to be distracted of, such as friendship and stuff. I'm starting to moving on with my life pretty well. I have nothing to worry about. But people do worry about me, they misses me. Well KOPERASI wasn't as pretty loud as it used to, I've changed y'knw. I won't be the person who kept on crying over some shit when things go bad. Nawh, I don't. But now I know, things were solved so I have nothing to worry about, it's all up to the person incharge to forgive and forget the past or not. But I did. Amir, it's all up to them if they wanna let the past go or not, I'm too fucked up at the moment, I let things off already. The only thing is, I'm not gonna solve things anymore, I'm too tired, I'm not a superhuman or wonderwoman. They are the ones who had to choose to continue with our friendship or not. I have nothing to lose, the most valuable ones are already stick with me through thick and thin. Through days that fly by, through everything. So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-2603948241923019979?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/2603948241923019979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-dingle-in-my-head-wouldnt-be-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2603948241923019979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2603948241923019979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-dingle-in-my-head-wouldnt-be-so.html' title='A little dingle in my head wouldn&apos;t be so serious.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-3112760245240589002</id><published>2010-04-11T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T08:37:51.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cat got your tounge?</title><content type='html'>Hey, its been a while since my last post. I like this particular guy, he is adorable but yet I don't know the personality of him. Well, i'm trying to change myself. Maybe into somebody new yet a different person but still the same old me. I'm trying to be more mature and act more feminine. I am too rockstar, I'm loud and didn't care what the world says to me as long as I live without any regrets. But this guy, maybe he would make me into another person. I won't be that quiet only somehow in a feminine way. Maybe, I dress up in a hotstuff way or something. If only money is never a problem. But hey, someday, things will happen the way I want it to be. So yeah, I've got a question, you should reply on tagboard. What if the loud, sensitive and more rockstar way Norule is already gone just for a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-3112760245240589002?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/3112760245240589002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/cat-got-your-tounge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3112760245240589002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3112760245240589002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/cat-got-your-tounge.html' title='cat got your tounge?'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-1253157547218603292</id><published>2010-04-06T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:55:19.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taste your own tounge.</title><content type='html'>Dude, I wasn't even viewing your profile so stop bragging. And another thing, it's up to me whether I wanna put  a "like" on your lover of the day or not. I'm just viewing it through news feed, you're such a joke, a plain joke. Why'd you even care if I put "like"? You're just jealous because I've ditched you when I'm not. You're too overreacted that I'm gonna be your BEST FRIEND. Oh bitch, get a life, I don't care of listening to your problems, you're just a big joke, that makes me wanna puke. Stop talking with me by any shits, man. I just don't care. You even crazy about girls boobs, even ASHA's and more. Now I'm gonna make your name stink. If Asha is reading this, it's just your luck if she didn't care. But seriously, don't mess with me, I don't fucking care if you can beat the hell out of me, I can claim rewards from you, motherfucking son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-1253157547218603292?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/1253157547218603292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/taste-your-own-tounge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1253157547218603292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1253157547218603292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/taste-your-own-tounge.html' title='taste your own tounge.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-7524161662270915053</id><published>2010-04-05T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:49:20.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why life seems to be just a plain fucking bullshaitz.</title><content type='html'>I've practiced my life every single day, trying to say the right words or steps onto the right floor.&lt;br /&gt;Doing no foul play, nor living the lies in between the rhythmic false.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's the thing, I'll tell you the true story of this girl. This very girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a plain luck, being greeted by the future, being warned by the time. Every seconds, every minutes, there always be something that goes wrong. Before that very day comes inviting her to hell's door, she was soon enough to aware such things happened. Like friends pulling her off, family turning on the volume as loud as they can and moreover, her life is falling apart. One day, dad was assuming to get her to place where she needs to belong, that is, HARVARD. HARVARD isn't easy to obtain, so she had to work hard and erase her pessimistic attitude. JUST FOR HER DAD. After her dad went home from China, she finally told whats the best thing for her, which is being a photographer, to capture the beauty of the world. But until now, her dad kept in silence, and not a word was found. No comments about what she was aiming for. Maybe just maybe, it disappoints her dad, because all he wants to have is a doctor runs in the family. And..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I, nevertheless was finally blank on how to appoint myself to a great future and also my own way to achieve it. Maybe, I had to throw all my dreams away and had to follow on what should I suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&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/5370505161389874925-7524161662270915053?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/7524161662270915053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-life-seems-to-be-just-plain-fucking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7524161662270915053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7524161662270915053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-life-seems-to-be-just-plain-fucking.html' title='why life seems to be just a plain fucking bullshaitz.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-3292141160278122974</id><published>2010-04-05T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T07:30:46.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, grow some balls, man.</title><content type='html'>Aiman Ashrul is a fucking bullshit, and by the way Aiman, if you reading this, if you tryna reply back, read this "get your fucking ass punch a hole through your balls, because you've just lost your man card, bloody fool".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, hey readers, check my blogshop out yaw checkerandstuds.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-3292141160278122974?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/3292141160278122974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-grow-some-balls-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3292141160278122974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3292141160278122974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-grow-some-balls-man.html' title='Hey, grow some balls, man.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-976066515624847468</id><published>2010-04-04T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T04:54:36.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life's a drama, a big joke, a big big joke.</title><content type='html'>For no fucking reasons, acting like nothing happened, for another no fucking reasons, calling me stupid and bitch like she isn't. Hey, i know i'm quite damn well better than you, moron. You don't have any guts to let out stuff that you dislikes about us. You only know how to laugh at us people, while you're the one who is a big, big skank joker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered, weeks ago, I was the naughtiest bitch(didn't meant anything dirty). I don't do homeworks, skip classes too often, fooling around like this year has nothing much. Well, i was quite concerned about my results, it's getting worst, and somehow, I wasn't fooling around anymore because friends are no longer there for me. I'm acting all solo eventhough there's Shafiqah and Surya always stuck with me. I am now awake, and Pee Am Are is calling my name and yell at me "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WAKE UP BITCH, PMR IS HERE&lt;/span&gt;". Damn, I was like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why so soon? I was about to have my dream about fantasy land&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was colaborate with other's who managed to knocked me down. But it's a tough mission. It's like going on world war fuckingIII. I wasn't that strong, like a pillar, nor a wall. I'm just a plain joke, used to be great in making friends cheerful, but now I'm sorta living my life as hell as it is. I wasn't acting all emo shits. I was just telling you that my life is quite boring, I'm not as loud as i could be, I kept quiet eventhough people were trying to give me some bullshits about this and that. I've just kept quiet. I've lost somebody who I'd care much. Friends who are being adored and give me hopes to encounter problems. They are no longer there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have tell you a secret, sometimes the way I survive in this jungle full of problems, is in a bad way. I would say "losing a friend is way more better than losing a life", or "losing a friend is nothing but gain 10 more friends are something". For me, eventhough it helps me well, but I think it's kinda hurtful. It's seems like i don't care about what happened or even tried to win back my friendship with them. But all I have to know, I had to live my life as how it goes no matter how many shit happens. Life is poor pathetic and unpredictable, gotta run it like a clock somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-976066515624847468?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/976066515624847468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/lifes-drama-big-joke-big-big-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/976066515624847468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/976066515624847468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/lifes-drama-big-joke-big-big-joke.html' title='life&apos;s a drama, a big joke, a big big joke.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-3099789161812100590</id><published>2010-04-03T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T06:45:13.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losers find being a loser is a great survival ever.</title><content type='html'>An actual thought, it's third day of April, and suppose to be 9 months of... er wouldn't mention it, suppose to be forgetting it. Life is getting better, i started smile again, and laugh at my own jokes. Being sarcastic and all, acting like shits never had been happened. I'm back to the old me, oh good month. April is quite a busy month. I'm already getting busy, with projects that need to be pass up at the end of April, i would never change as a better person, always burn the midnight oil. Not to mention, sports day are coming, need to cover for saringan and etc etc. Oh and yeah, IU NIGHT, godddd, couldn't resist the temptation of the dancefloor, would have count the days if I'm not too lazy :p Aprilfools day weren't so happening after all, I didn't fool anyone at all, I'm just stuck inside the box of emo shit. Idk, how to handle this sensitive attitude anymore, but I'm trying my best, I deserve nothing but a good life, a good year and good endings. Please people, stop fooling with me anymore, I'm a human, i don't deserve any shits eventhough you say it's a gift, what a bozos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-3099789161812100590?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/3099789161812100590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/losers-find-being-loser-is-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3099789161812100590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3099789161812100590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/04/losers-find-being-loser-is-great.html' title='Losers find being a loser is a great survival ever.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-1043335396183303544</id><published>2010-03-29T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:21:59.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day with bunch of dramas.</title><content type='html'>Drama week. Too much, too much that popped into my brains and yell at me for some reasons. I'm so typically aiming for a good day today, a good day for my best friend, Amir. A good day for him because it's his birthday. Because of my stupidity, we were caught red handed, neah, it doesn't mean anything dirty. We get caught hanging out at rooftop, playing snow spray. I managed to escaped from getting caught, I went to tuition and being called more than 5 times but couldn't answer it. It's because the involvement of me that causes such tragedy. What a traumatic incident. I almost loses my freedom, that aint important much. But what i know is, I almost lost my beloved friends who are involved in this matter which they shouldn't be. Things that should be happened today is Amir get his birthday right not getting in some shit issues. This is childish, and an immature issues. Because of playing snow spray at the gardens, we got ourselves into trouble, being humiliated by cleaning those bubbles up. It's all because of me, damn, i deserve nothing, all I know is my life is in serious deep shit now. I'm trying to occur in so many ways, to get everything back in their places and to get everything stabilized. By the moment I'm done, I'll be off to start new resolutions for my life. Which is be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-1043335396183303544?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/1043335396183303544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-with-bunch-of-dramas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1043335396183303544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1043335396183303544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-with-bunch-of-dramas.html' title='day with bunch of dramas.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-5022087755530192091</id><published>2010-03-28T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T07:50:12.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're in a wild party, explain how should we tamed ourselves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/S69qu8xs3UI/AAAAAAAAADk/RdcbixBXHT0/s1600/_MG_8085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/S69qu8xs3UI/AAAAAAAAADk/RdcbixBXHT0/s320/_MG_8085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453695028590075202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IU DAY WAS GREAT, ur sorta. Maybe because of the speech and stuff, making the event worst than celebrating my grandma's birthday. We had fun with Caprice approaching to us which is me and Surya, his biggest fan! Couldn't believe that happened! Damn girls. Other than that, I've enjoyed hanging out with Ameer and more. Oh another thing, my throat is in deep sore, and I couldn't barely talk loud because I shouted a lot and IDK, I'm super spontaneously hyper today. Most people wore dresses, what the heck, I don't mind wearing high waisted shorts and green leopard printed blouse. Super sexy when I mix and match it with studded belt and studded sandal. The dancefloor was uber sucks. Wanna know why? I can even count how many minutes we were dancing, and not even a sweatduct falls from my body. Plus, the dancefloor sucks compared to last year campfire night, last year's campfire night was a wicked event I had ever gone to for school events. Well maybe, Hari Karnival Keluarga too is a wicked event. I think thats enough for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-5022087755530192091?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/5022087755530192091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/were-in-wild-party-explain-how-should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5022087755530192091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5022087755530192091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/were-in-wild-party-explain-how-should.html' title='We&apos;re in a wild party, explain how should we tamed ourselves.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/S69qu8xs3UI/AAAAAAAAADk/RdcbixBXHT0/s72-c/_MG_8085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-792510220230449065</id><published>2010-03-25T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:02:36.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST SELLING STUFF :D</title><content type='html'>Hey yaw people, I'm selling used clothes, later, i'll do a blogshop so you can view my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff i'm using isn't being destroyed or whatsoever. Some are unused items but bought it without thinking twice. Anyhow, need to find money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Interact International Understanding Day is coming on this Sunday, woohoo! Can't wait to be there and dance till I drop. Tomorrow, I had to accompany Miss Anis for a little shopping at Sunway Pyramid. I was finding for an oversize tee. Hm, anybody who knows where it is, please do tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-792510220230449065?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/792510220230449065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-selling-stuff-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/792510220230449065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/792510220230449065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-selling-stuff-d.html' title='BEST SELLING STUFF :D'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-2548584315521445772</id><published>2010-03-22T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:28:46.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL DECISION</title><content type='html'>I finally move on, woah. WHY AM I SAYING THIS? Well lemme list out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my ex boyfriend who always haunts me finally got somebody new.&lt;br /&gt;2. i like somebody else now but couldn't sure if i could have him soon.&lt;br /&gt;3. i realized my life isn't lonely anymore since i had my wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, finally move on after months of love that terrorizes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-2548584315521445772?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/2548584315521445772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/final-decision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2548584315521445772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2548584315521445772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/final-decision.html' title='FINAL DECISION'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-1901328687814209387</id><published>2010-03-21T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:44:57.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and tide will wait for no man.</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been noticed myself lately, I'm getting more mature. I told Azmer to leave me and move on with his life and let me go. He barely could ever let me go. I can't live like this, seconds flew and I'm harsh towards him. He finally knows, love is something powerful, if we lose it, we will think it will haunt us for the rest of our lives. Thanks Azmer, for finally let me go after for a such a long months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another weird, remarkable things happened last night, I couldn't forget what just happened. Maybe it's just a dream, what the heck, it happened midnight, or should I say the hours before rays of dawn. Okay, let's cut to the chase, I was exchanging names with my friends for our display name. So most of the people accidentally told their biggest secrets to the wrong person, which is embarrassing yet fun. There was this guy, A, he thought me as B, his friend. B owe a money from A, then B which is me just play the role as B. A told B that he likes me and stuff, he was tryna win me last night but it didn't happened. Wanna know why? Because I broke the rules of the game and told A that B is actually me and B didn't online and I've read everything. I was touched at the moment he expressed it. I told him, I can make things be different the way he expects it to be. So, its all up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that afraid of him changes his mind, I was so panic. I meant maybe, just maybe he is the right person for me. He is one of my bestfriend. Couldn't help notice him helping me and stuff. It was just so sweet of him to do that. My mum once told me maybe, just maybe someone who I'm closed to would actually had feelings for me. And the rest, which is my friends, during my loner days, I've told them how i'd feel when I didn't achieve loves from the guy who is at my school. I wish to had a life partner who can spend the rest of his days with me, which is a person in school. But now that I've already got that person, he didn't ask for it yet. Not yet. Been waiting, I could wait, IF only old Norule didn't come back. Which is the most impatient, Norule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you who read this post will wondered who are they. Just wait and see, if things will happen the way it should be. If only things will turn out different last night, if only B onlines, and we didn't exchange names. I wonder what would go worst or go better. I wonder if only, I didn't told A that B is actually me. I wish I could turn back time and see what if B onlines and we didn't exchange names. It would make a big differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-1901328687814209387?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/1901328687814209387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-and-tide-will-wait-for-no-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1901328687814209387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1901328687814209387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-and-tide-will-wait-for-no-man.html' title='Time and tide will wait for no man.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-3904148976765975090</id><published>2010-03-19T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:51:17.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR GRANDMA BANGS MY GRANDPA?! HOLYSHAYTEZ</title><content type='html'>Hey there people! I am literally bored, and I feel like I wanna blog but I don't really know what to blog. So suggest me anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my, every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ev ev every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my, every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ev ev every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my, every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ev ev every day I see my dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my, every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I see my dream son! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every time I dive in my pool.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's hard to be humble  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;When I do the breast stroke through an underground tunnel.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;And come up on the other side in a jacuzzi  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Being greeted by two naked models with suds on thay booties.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;They give me hugs and lots of kisses  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;And they ask me what my wish is I say  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Go and call yo bitches." Cause there's gunna be a party.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Next they wash my body as a team and then they say  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Foo your royal penis is clean."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;And I'm like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, It's on and poppin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, the parties rockin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, the cuties shockin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, and there ain't no stoppin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, It's on and poppin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, the parties rockin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, the cuties shockin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, and there ain't no stoppin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my, every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ev ev every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my, every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ev ev (Every day I see my dream) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Wakin' up next to a beautiful girl.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Step outside and say hello to my beautiful world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Grandma's cookin breakfast she makes pancakes the best.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I check my MySpace and I got alotta friend request.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, I get to dancin' as I.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Walk through my mansion cuz I,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Own porperty from California to the Hamptons and I,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sip from my water fountain that spits soda.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Look out the window and wave at my nextdoor neighbor Oprah."Huh"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I check to see how my albums doin' today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;The group L-M-F-A-O goes double platnium "HEYY".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I got a party man.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;That's how I live so I take my elevator  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;To the club in my crib like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, It's on and poppin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, the party's rockin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, the cuties shockin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, and there ain't no stoppin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, It's on and poppin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, the party's rockin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, the cuties shockin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, and there ain't no stoppin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, It's on and poppin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, the party's rockin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, the cuties shockin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, and there ain't no stoppin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, It's on and poppin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, the party's rockin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, the cuties shockin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, and there ain't no stoppin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my, every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ev Ev Every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my, every day I see my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every day I see my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've memorized the whole lyrics, awesome right? Neah, just copy and paste from google :p BUT I DID MEMORIZED IT, ONLY COULDN'T TYPE IT DOWN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-3904148976765975090?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/3904148976765975090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-grandma-bangs-my-grandpa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3904148976765975090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3904148976765975090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-grandma-bangs-my-grandpa.html' title='YOUR GRANDMA BANGS MY GRANDPA?! HOLYSHAYTEZ'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-5217627408317809022</id><published>2010-03-17T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:02:10.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next time if you aim the thrigger at my forehead, I'll say, thanks for being my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THIS POST CONTAINS MALAY LANGUAGE AND ENGLISH LANGUAGES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ke/avin Raj, although I'm not your childhood friend, you are always my best friend. Its just a simple mistakes okay? Ok susah la nak ckp dlm B.I ni, aku thu aku bajet. Dah habis cite. Wey kevin, sorry la kalau kau fikir aku ni menyusahkan hidup kau je. Aku just bengang mase time kau ckp pergi mamposlah tu. Manalah aku thu kau bengang ngn aku sbb aku tk ajak kau dtg rmh aku. Bukan aku tk terfikir psl kau. Aku nak ajak kau tp aku tkt kau busy semua plus aku mcm mls ah nak ajk sjk kau cancel bende kita plan haritu. Aku honestly ngn kau. Aku bknnye tknk kwn ngn kau. Kau thu tk, aku dgr Anis cite kau dh nudge aku semua, tp aku tk dpt pun nudge kau, myb msn aku problem sbb msn aku mmg problem. Plus, aku cam busy buat bende lain gak. Yang psl aku main UNO tu semua ngn azhar, bknnye aku tanak ajak kau main, cuma time tgh chat ngn die, aku cam bosan ajak ah die main UNO, plus kau mcm dh lama gile tk tegur aku, aku igt ke kau busy, malas ah nak kacau so thts why aku cam tk tegur kau. Aku tahu kau ada tegur aku "yo kerek" aku terus cam bengang, malas nak reply, sbb kau thu thu jela, aku ni kuat sound org, nnt kau sound aku blk, mesti jd pergaduhan. Aku dhla malas nak bergaduh. And bile aku tgk cmnt facebook aku semua ke apa, kalau ade Shafiqah menyibok, mesti kau suruh dia diam and macam backup aku, siap ada hi5 semua. Kalau ade story ke apa, kita slalu share kan. Kau thu tk ape bende facebook stalker tu semua, skrg aku turun number 3. And aku tgk kau pun dh busy webcam ngn aqilah semua. So, aku malas nak kacau. I was just go with the flow. Sorry la, aku srsly tk sangka kau touching gila babi aku tak ajak. Plus faiz semua baru je 2 kali gerak rmh aku, kau dah emo plak. Kau nak emo buatpe? Aku tak layak ah ajak kau lepak. Kau en cool semua, aku ni sape je. Plus aku igt everytime nak grk garden, nak ajak kau skli. Tapi aku tkt kau fikir aku ni rosak ah apa ah cos aku shisha and kau tak. Kalau nak diikutkan aku mmg nak lepak ngn kau, Kevin. Tapi kau mcm busy je. Plus kau kan captain tu semua. Aku hanya dapat borak ngn kau dlm msn or kt sklh. Itu je. Everytime aku ajak kau lepak, kau busy. And aku takut ah kau tak ngam ngn faiz semua kalau kau lepak rumah aku. Dulu kita gossip byk, skrg kita benci byk. Apa nak jadi? Can we just follow the forgive and forget thingy. I mean, aku pun jealous kau skrg makin rapat ngn Anis and Aqilah! YE YE AKU MENGAKU, I MISS YOU KEVIN! Kalau kau nak tahu, aku dah semakin boring tkde kau. Aku tahu kau bengang gile ngn aku. Aku pun bengang ngn kau. Kita bengang ngn each other, nak buat cmne. But kalau kau nak tahu, eventhough we fought a lot, aku still anggap kau bestfriend aku. Abt the bday, thnks for coming, i know i'm rude tht time. But I was just playing arnd but you think of it the other way arnd. So Kevin, kalau ade org smpikan bende ni utk kau ke or kau baca sendiri ke apa, aku harap kau fhm maksud aku. Kalau aku tegur kau nnti, kau malas nak jwb, baik aku post kt blog so kau thu how much I appreciate you as a friend. I don't need no gift or any money, I just need you to be my friend again. I suck at taking care of my friends, so if you had any problems with me, just let it out, don't keep it in your heart and then scolds me for no reason. All you have to do is slow talk with me. I've understand you but I'm not a fan of being asked to get lost. So Kevin, last touch, do you want us to be this way for a few years or months or weeks later, or you wanna make it up to me by a.s.a.p? For me, I don't need anymore arguements, I've said enough. Thank you for reading this emotional thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-5217627408317809022?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/5217627408317809022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/next-time-if-you-aim-thrigger-at-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5217627408317809022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5217627408317809022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/next-time-if-you-aim-thrigger-at-my.html' title='Next time if you aim the thrigger at my forehead, I&apos;ll say, thanks for being my friend'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-980554690374777495</id><published>2010-03-16T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:37:20.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is describe by what you made it of.</title><content type='html'>I, for who I am, most probably sometimes enjoyed my life for some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;reasonable &lt;/span&gt;reasons, which include the person who made my life is something that isn't to be regret of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't change for I-CAN-CHANGE-WHENEVER-I-WANT-AND-HOWEVER-I-WANT-IT-TO-BE situations. People change for some certain reasons, when things go bad, they became worst. When things getting good, they became a better, much &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;better &lt;/span&gt;person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too fussy about my life. I love my life, thank you, GOD for making my life is something I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;treasure &lt;/span&gt;the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, my beloved family and my fellow friends completed my life with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;. I don't need any other man to made my life felt worthless than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There most probably I couldn't not count how many &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;words &lt;/span&gt;that exist in this world but I love that person more than anything, I meant by literally anything else in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather stick &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;simple &lt;/span&gt;and not too complex. Because that's the way I kept myself low profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wannabe a somebody who is talented in my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;own &lt;/span&gt;way. Maybe more to fashion senses and photography addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;COM&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;PLICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;TION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Real, passionate, romantic love is a complication. Two different genders attached but WILL SOON TO BE separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;realistic&lt;/span&gt;, why does abstract exist? Because that's what realistic means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World isn't black or &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;dull&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;world is colourful when you create it with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;USED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; TO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- What do you meant by I used to when you did good deeds? Mean you are now doing no good to people at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-980554690374777495?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/980554690374777495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-describe-by-what-you-made-it-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/980554690374777495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/980554690374777495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-describe-by-what-you-made-it-of.html' title='Life is describe by what you made it of.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-7955594449687588881</id><published>2010-03-16T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:32:09.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>If you got brains, then used this formspring to ask me aite. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Norulerockass" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/Norulerockass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-7955594449687588881?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/7955594449687588881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7955594449687588881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7955594449687588881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-6535254188820165840</id><published>2010-03-15T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:12:23.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't raise your voice, young lady.</title><content type='html'>I was talking to you in a nice tone, but you screw it, it wasn't a big deal but you raise your voice to me?! What the eff is wrong with you, woman? You think you're so great that you can push me down and your gonna be on top? No, its not gonna happen. Me on the other hand was trying to ask you nicely and politely but you ended up yelling at me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS THE FUCKING FUCK FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, FUCKER? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please, get lost and out of my way, i don't need you to block my view. Oh yes baby, you know who you are, wanna know why? Because we've seen each other faces almost everyday, no, you're not one of my family, you are my buddy but couldn't handle your tone, baby. Your tone is scratching my eardrums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faiz, anis, you two people brighten up my day today with shisha. Tomorrow is another day to hangout with faiz and the gang again. Must have them to lepak or else I'm bored. Yeah, must finished my big "F" project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-6535254188820165840?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/6535254188820165840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-raise-your-voice-young-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6535254188820165840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6535254188820165840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-raise-your-voice-young-lady.html' title='Don&apos;t raise your voice, young lady.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-1842560025055380349</id><published>2010-03-15T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:12:48.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The night of all nights.</title><content type='html'>ZOMG, my birthday party on 12 Mac is effing awesome, thanks to all those who came. You merried and turn my house into a freaking zoo. Had fun with the dancefloor. Credits to my flashlight, radio, light, glowing sticks. You people are just awesome! Will upload the pictures soon. Right now, busy with school projects, sorry. Story later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-1842560025055380349?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/1842560025055380349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/night-of-all-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1842560025055380349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1842560025055380349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/night-of-all-nights.html' title='The night of all nights.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-3689523651368907269</id><published>2010-03-12T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T05:14:52.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>once we're friends, it doesn't tense</title><content type='html'>Hey people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to my fellow friends &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Anis&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Aqilah&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry for posting it to the world, but I really need you guys to appreciate my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You two rockstars, used to be a double duo. What else does matter in the world if you guys aren't friends anymore. Not saying this is gay but unlike &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Surya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Shafiqah&lt;/span&gt;, we three are like three musketeers. We did fight, I meant always, seems like it's our hobby. To put an end of our fights, the only choice is to give up and let go. Our motto is the same like the one that i put my view onto, there's a bottle my friend's using. Got a sign "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Forgive and Forget&lt;/span&gt;". That's what I've always told myself. Eventhough there's always some bad things, I meant really unspeakable bad things, I know I got to be strong and it's hard to lose a friend that you really really close to. You guys should remember all the good moments and keep away the bad moments. Remember that we used to laughed when we are beginners users of Shisha? And we spend our time window shopping at Sungei Wang mall. Remember when we were hanging out at Taipan, talking craps, some useful some worthless. I did enjoyed all those moments eventhough there's a bad, or worst moments, but we should be greatful because we have somebody to share it with. Appreciate those little things we did, it is always something that will stick to our heart forever. Through thick and thin, sickness and health. Everything that our life did, is always our friend to support us. Throw away the bads, people. It's not the end of the world if you two couldn't get your friendship into the most stabilize situations. Mine is complicated too, but luckily the Three Musketeers always stick till the end, because we realize, what does worth fighting for other than friendship? Hope you g&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;uys understands this. I really really want the two of you to made your way to happiness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-3689523651368907269?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/3689523651368907269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/once-were-friends-it-doesnt-tense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3689523651368907269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3689523651368907269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/once-were-friends-it-doesnt-tense.html' title='once we&apos;re friends, it doesn&apos;t tense'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-6543463186908931957</id><published>2010-03-11T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:01:44.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His gone but he will always be in our heart.</title><content type='html'>Words could not describe how much pain I heard from people. AL-FATIHAH for Sofea's dad. He is a good man, husband and a father. We all will pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, too much drama happened. It is something to not to be told.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-6543463186908931957?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/6543463186908931957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/his-gone-but-he-will-always-be-in-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6543463186908931957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6543463186908931957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/his-gone-but-he-will-always-be-in-our.html' title='His gone but he will always be in our heart.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-7587750532110226447</id><published>2010-03-10T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T02:04:00.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We were the assholes from the past, thanks bitch.</title><content type='html'>Hey Hoe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with reality isn't just that simple. Too much complication to be dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much happened in school, morning before recess, we took some of pictures which what I called camslut instead of camwhore. After recess our adrenaline of hyperness pumping up and we took more and more stewpidbullshit(by surya) pictures. At home, I was studying Maths with those two monkeys, Adam and Shafiqah but ended up chit chatting like a bunch of monkeys. We were laughing our ass off, everytime Shafiqah laughed, at the end she ended up in the toilet, don't know what she was doing but we heard her singing. Then, our Taylor Swift number #1 biggest fan, which is Adam, singing it out loud making my eardrum annoyed. They went to school back by 3.40, in a sudden my teacher pronounces tuition without me, great-.- Shafiqah and Adam came back to my crib about 4.15 and I was awake from my evening naps because of those two monkeys. They wanna "lepak" again. We talk and talk suddenly my crib blackout and everybody were blaming on me. Then, we sent Adam home. By 5.40, Shafiqah's mother came to picked her up and I finally managed to pursue her mother to bring her to my party. Awesome! Well tomorrow, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Faiz &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Akiff &lt;/span&gt;is coming to my house, preparing a dancefloor for my party. Hope this party is gonna be my best day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fefd2rxl68&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fefd2rxl68&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-7587750532110226447?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/7587750532110226447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-were-assholes-from-past-thanks-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7587750532110226447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7587750532110226447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-were-assholes-from-past-thanks-bitch.html' title='We were the assholes from the past, thanks bitch.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-6903157520257698762</id><published>2010-03-08T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:15:32.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made a questions to answer, formspring</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.formspring.me/widget/view/Norulerockass?&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23fff&amp;amp;fgcolor=%23333" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="180" height="275" style="border:none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/Norulerockass"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/Norulerockass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-6903157520257698762?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/6903157520257698762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/made-questions-to-answer-formspring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6903157520257698762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6903157520257698762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/made-questions-to-answer-formspring.html' title='Made a questions to answer, formspring'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-2737226847204151889</id><published>2010-03-08T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:41:00.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You weren't there when something is going on.</title><content type='html'>Some troublesome weeks, words couldn't describes the pain I held to manage my life well. Though, I'm the Norule I used to be, hope what you see is something more beautiful, more indescribable. I used to picture the world a better place, picture it as the most amazing I've ever put my feet on the earth. I've imagined things would be different now. Awh, those sweet moments we shared, jump from one sofa to another and to the table singing our favourite songs during our childhoods. That was just when we were five. Now, things changed, we both go on our separate ways, both of us had somebody new, new bestfriends. My new bestfriend, if you are reading these, the words were invited my feelings of appreciation. "I wish you were my childhood buddies". Yes, I wish that would happened too, being greeted of an honour. I didn't realized that things happened so much in just a quick seconds. It seems like yesterday we were the kids full of joy, today we were separated by someone new. Words are harsh. Remembered that you use to told me "I thought you already have _ _ _ _ _" "How can I invite you, if you were too busy with your new bestfriend _ _ _ _ _" Damn girl, it was never too late, or never too busy for us to kiss and makeup the old pasts. We were used to be a good old buddies, bestfriends that uneasily being separated, but what happened? You, my good friend, do tell me, I wasn't myself that time. We used to dance on the table, the sofa. Now me and my NEW bestfriend reminded me back about the pasts. If there's a button that could made us turn back time, I would show my biggest appreciation for whom that invented such things. I was too afraid to tell you directly, so I've posted my grief in this blog, if you are also one of my readers, hope you know who you are. I've missed you my bestfriend, we weren't the way we suppose to be, we've just made our biggest mistakes, which is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-2737226847204151889?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/2737226847204151889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-werent-there-when-something-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2737226847204151889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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was an image of perfection.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were so full of mystery, like a treasure wanting it to be opened.&lt;br /&gt;He could win any girl's heart,&lt;br /&gt;But he was awaiting my response  to the question.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach was churning like milk in a blender.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was beating as if i had just run a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited that he had asked me,&lt;br /&gt;Not just any girl, but me.&lt;br /&gt;All i had to do was get the words out,&lt;br /&gt;But it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;His perfection stunned my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Yet i managed to reply in a cool manner,&lt;br /&gt;The words flowing off my lips as water flows through a stream.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, you can borrow my pencil."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-4792887907329176626?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-1331453520679517487</id><published>2010-03-08T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:08:57.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My secrets in silence ~shafiqah shazreen~</title><content type='html'>You came into my life&lt;br /&gt;Quietly, simply, placidly&lt;br /&gt;And my words stood still.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't express in words&lt;br /&gt;Or even in simple gestures&lt;br /&gt;The secret i kept in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i loved in silence,&lt;br /&gt;Admired you from a distance,&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt of you from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say I love you...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say i care.&lt;br /&gt;But cowardly, maybe, you'll only laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In silence then I will love you..&lt;br /&gt;In silence then I will care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-1331453520679517487?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/1331453520679517487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-secrets-in-silence-shafiqah-shazreen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1331453520679517487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1331453520679517487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-secrets-in-silence-shafiqah-shazreen.html' title='My secrets in silence ~shafiqah shazreen~'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-6926289718336869315</id><published>2010-03-08T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T05:45:54.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of me ~shafiqah shazreen~</title><content type='html'>I never thought i'd find myself&lt;br /&gt;the day that i found you,&lt;br /&gt;Plans for only&lt;br /&gt;one or me&lt;br /&gt;are future plans for two.&lt;br /&gt;Soul mates in this universe&lt;br /&gt;that make the world surreal.&lt;br /&gt;For when I'd given up on dreams&lt;br /&gt;you showed me love is real.&lt;br /&gt;And now that all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;will never cease to grow,&lt;br /&gt;please take me in your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;and never let me go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-6926289718336869315?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/6926289718336869315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-of-me-shafiqah-shazreen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6926289718336869315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6926289718336869315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-of-me-shafiqah-shazreen.html' title='Two of me ~shafiqah shazreen~'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-7656530937216852321</id><published>2010-03-06T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T07:11:21.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things would be different from now on.</title><content type='html'>You made me outrageous during our days together,&lt;br /&gt;Thought you felt the same way as i do,&lt;br /&gt;But I was absolutely wrong,&lt;br /&gt;My hopes and needs for you fade away,&lt;br /&gt;My heart crushes till felt the burning i carried,&lt;br /&gt;The pain I'm carrying is a burden I would like to ignore it,&lt;br /&gt;The news you brought me,&lt;br /&gt;It's like bringing death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're just the WE, the person we used to be,&lt;br /&gt;Thought things would be miraculously different,&lt;br /&gt;I know things that you see from that girl,&lt;br /&gt;Is much better than you see inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;We're just friends, hope we are more than that,&lt;br /&gt;It's just a dream, a fantasy, a fairytale that i kept on hoping it to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm burst into tears, covered with sadness,&lt;br /&gt;My life by knowing this, turning dark and cold,&lt;br /&gt;You're so sweet, blind me with your most best attitude,&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you treat girls and especially a nobody like me,&lt;br /&gt;I know my hopes are crashing down to drain,&lt;br /&gt;Being swept away by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn, I hate being me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a good friend to me,&lt;br /&gt;I love your good deeds,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't forget about those precious memories we shared,&lt;br /&gt;Thought you're gonna be the guy I was wishing you to be,&lt;br /&gt;But no, it's just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to tell you how i felt about you,&lt;br /&gt;I had no balls and courage and wisdom to express it to you,&lt;br /&gt;I meant, who am I? I'm just a nobody,&lt;br /&gt;I blame god to let us meet,&lt;br /&gt;Because I just...&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm totally emo-ish and this is dedicated to MR I-can't-tell-you-who-is-he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-7656530937216852321?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/7656530937216852321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-would-be-different-from-now-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7656530937216852321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7656530937216852321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-would-be-different-from-now-on.html' title='things would be different from now on.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-5531700308202951043</id><published>2010-03-01T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T02:22:37.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You work in a club, no wonder you talk so cheap.</title><content type='html'>6 papers are done for now. 3 more to go -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning things after exam, too much to list. Many Many Many things to do. Okay for base, I would celebrate my birthday between Sunway Pyramid's Redbox or Holiday Inn, Subang Jaya which is where Shafiqah's dad working, might be getting some discount. Hanging out with old school mates slash ex seafieldian, planning to. Getting my allowance, in a deep need for money. Hanging out with my buddies. Can't wait to try being attacked by TEMPEK people. I don't know what else but I'm gonna do some computer screen shopping, which is finding clothes in blogshop. I'm searching for stonewash skinny or top and a dress for IU Day, If I'm attending. Oh and I gotta admit, sorry If I sounded so bitchy, but I dislikes lace and flora dresses because it looks like it was being wore by grandmas. Like literally, seniors. Sorry for those lacey and floras biggest fans but soon you'll notice what I was telling you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm gonna make a wishlist for my birthday. Hmm, I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Could I have speedlight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Or new phone?&lt;/span&gt; I don't have this year's wishlist, all I need is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;some joyful moment of my birthday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;CASH$$$&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-5531700308202951043?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/5531700308202951043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-work-in-club-no-wonder-you-talk-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5531700308202951043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5531700308202951043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-work-in-club-no-wonder-you-talk-so.html' title='You work in a club, no wonder you talk so cheap.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-5258709535606166223</id><published>2010-03-01T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:36:31.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey whore, tell me, how do that mofo bangs you virginless bitch.</title><content type='html'>Hey,  after a while, since like a week of dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Homeworks getting to becoming my pile of junk in my room&lt;br /&gt;- Bitches starts to claim they're a whore&lt;br /&gt;- Bozos calculating their bozoness&lt;br /&gt;- Me gettin' busy&lt;br /&gt;- Psychopathetic teacher starts to chase my ass&lt;br /&gt;- The suppose to be unemotional rockstars turn into emotional gothic freaks.&lt;br /&gt;- myspace starts to complete my chart of boredom and facebook creating the whole new me.&lt;br /&gt;- been missing my perth, love you perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in deep pain of complication. Friends, guys. Damn son, should I've just accept the fact we wouldn't last any longer in the future? We should just be friends, ain't that right, bloggie woogie? Well, it's just so hard to let go of something we wanted so much but turns out pretty ugly. Due to all this depressive situations, I got myself into suicide. I shisha-ed too much, it's wrong, killing our brains and lungs but thats how I've expressed my anger and more. It isn't all the feminine situations, all the fucking hormones shit yada yada yada. Its just me, with my attitude problem. I tried to make some stupid jokes to keep me away from lovesick and more. But it ain't working. I meant I'm still starting my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;ther&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;shit attitude. I wanna act normal, I love the old me, It's because the new me, causing typhoons around the area. Causing jeopardizing. I started to being so socialize that I couldn't realize the outside world turns dark and cold, felt like socializing is an option to solve my problems. Heck no, must face reality and don't back down. It's just stagefright. My world is my stage, my fans are my friends and I'm as the performer. Life is a drama but attitude causing the assumption of em'. I started to oversocialized, need to reduce it. Need to turn the old me again, the nerdy, the doesn't-care-about-any-shit-happens attitude. Love that oldie me, but most friends will hate em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-5258709535606166223?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/5258709535606166223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-whore-tell-me-how-do-that-mofo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5258709535606166223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5258709535606166223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-whore-tell-me-how-do-that-mofo.html' title='Hey whore, tell me, how do that mofo bangs you virginless bitch.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-3714111495285494</id><published>2010-02-10T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:40:37.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last time I checked you were single, what about now?</title><content type='html'>Mr John ask Mr Smith's secretary, "Is Mr Smith available right now?"&lt;br /&gt;Secretary, "No, he is married"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, currently my ears are in deep pain, I feel like cut em off. I've got myself into ear infection. Damn ears. Oh yeah, Perth here I come! Can't wait for photography and stuff, God I feel so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored, so did some surveys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Obviously closed, I've always had a great imagination on monsters or ghouls came out from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, my mum is a freak who collects those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tucked in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. Have you ever stolen a street sign before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately, no :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like to use post-it notes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, keep a good reminder for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Definitely yes, but not a coupons collecter only forgotten to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Swarm of bees. Big bear attacking me is already a goodbye to the world from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. Do you have freckles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, I was being claimed 'mat salleh' for that-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. Do you always smile for pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not always, not that if I didn't smile I was sad but maybe I was pouting or IDK but not sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. What is your biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't really get the word "peeve"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. Do you ever count your steps when you walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I encountered a boredom disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever peed in the woods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hah no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. What about pooped in the woods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I haven't peed what about pooped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes. If happiness strikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you chew your pens and pencils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha, yeah when I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. How many people have you slept with this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By sex or normal sleepover? If sex, none. If sleepover only a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. What size is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Queen sized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your Song of the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Good question Nobody by Wonder Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is it okay for guys to wear pink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not okay, for me pink is for gays plus I'm not really into the colour of pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. Do you still watch cartoons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, most definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Whats your least favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Too many to list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my world of bras and undies :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What do you drink with dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cold Water or any other cold beverages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you dip a chicken nugget in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I prefer to have it original taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Too many to list, i'm quite an eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26. What movies could you watch over and over and still love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hm, alettaocean.com :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Last person you kissed/kissed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Were you ever a boy/girl scout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I'm a pornstar, I would be honour to do that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Syaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Can you change the oil on a car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Ever gotten a speeding ticket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Ran out of gas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite kind of sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Human heart, neah, Tuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 Best thing to eat for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your ass :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is your usual bedtime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anytime you want, baby :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Are you lazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;An ass, scares the grandma away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What is your Chinese astrological sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;errr,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many languages can you speak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aha, how many you want, baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have any magazine subscriptions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Playboy, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42..Which are better legos or lincoln logs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm a naughty girl :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Who is better...Leno or Letterman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hard time to think, both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Ever watch soap operas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Afraid of heights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Sing in the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Dance in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Dance in the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Ever used a gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In my dreams, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-3714111495285494?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/3714111495285494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-time-i-checked-you-were-single.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3714111495285494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3714111495285494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-time-i-checked-you-were-single.html' title='Last time I checked you were single, what about now?'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-8093376972606118500</id><published>2010-02-04T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T04:15:40.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reservation for life</title><content type='html'>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 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-8093376972606118500?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/8093376972606118500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/02/reservation-for-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/8093376972606118500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/8093376972606118500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/02/reservation-for-life.html' title='reservation for life'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-5652337001342710652</id><published>2010-01-28T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T05:47:10.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irregular Attitude.</title><content type='html'>Days Fly By, Time Passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since my last post. Currently unavailable due to massive amount of Homework and extremely tight schedule. Feels like swallowing all of them so it doesn't confront me again.Just recovered by flu, many people thought that I was ill because of sexually abuse by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;rya Juliana Binti Zulkifli&lt;/span&gt; but no, I was just lethargic from having the big time in my life. Doing reports for being school DJ and be the DJ, Secretary of photography club, class editing thingy, Sivik projects, homeworks, tuitions and so on. Hey, I finally managed to be in editorial board, man it's an honour. Oh and I had a reminder for some Form 5 bitches who frankly annoys me everyday at the KOPERASI with her eyeing on me. WHAT THE F, get a LIFE woman. Don't trace out my style, I'm pretty much wore the original Ray Ban(not to brag) whereas you lifeless whore wore fakes just to win attention to the whole school, WOW FAKERS. I'm not winning nor losing, for your info, don't try to be the BIG BOSS over here, because my name already suits what I've become, I got no rule. So yeah, ever think of going to the psychiatrist and learn to be yourself, not stealing other people looks, hey I'm 15, you're 17, be more mature, you should have grown large watermelons by now, so you should have your tiny size brain turns more larger than your watermelons. FULLSTOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S; Valentines are coming, wishing those couples all the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-5652337001342710652?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/5652337001342710652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/irregular-attitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5652337001342710652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5652337001342710652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/irregular-attitude.html' title='Irregular Attitude.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-3044318458308179531</id><published>2010-01-17T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T06:07:48.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY CRAB.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/S1MZcl5obcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7ldxy7wyvGk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/S1MZcl5obcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7ldxy7wyvGk/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427709954912447938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/S1MXmq6JakI/AAAAAAAAADI/dp9fe2t5w2c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/S1MXmq6JakI/AAAAAAAAADI/dp9fe2t5w2c/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427707929032223298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at kevin playing his food -.-' click to enlarge alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-3044318458308179531?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/3044318458308179531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-crab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3044318458308179531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3044318458308179531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-crab.html' title='HOLY CRAB.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/S1MZcl5obcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7ldxy7wyvGk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-8258557678814178844</id><published>2010-01-15T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T04:28:14.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm proud of myself.</title><content type='html'>Hey, i'm the upcoming Seafield FM DJ and the new secretary of photography club. Heh friggin awesome, not to brag but I'm proud to have duty like these. Awesomeness. Btw, I was searching for an idea to create an awesome picture. Oh and btw, for those of you who loves photography, link this www.photofssr.com. there's tons of mesmerizing spectacular photographs there. ENJOY :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-8258557678814178844?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/8258557678814178844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-proud-of-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/8258557678814178844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/8258557678814178844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-proud-of-myself.html' title='I&apos;m proud of myself.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-7291400082930855410</id><published>2010-01-08T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:36:15.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Death</title><content type='html'>Which is your most sensible greatest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tense in life. I don't know if both of them SUPPOSE to be in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a scene, which two people different genders meet up and stares at each other eyes and express themselves. And when you love them so much, you will thought of dying for someone you love. There you go, a connection between love and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to notice when people tried to be cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Late night outs&lt;br /&gt;-Attending all cool events&lt;br /&gt;-Moshing&lt;br /&gt;-Best guest in a club(Zouk, MOS and yada yada)&lt;br /&gt;-Everyday "lepak"&lt;br /&gt;-Get to hangout with Seniors&lt;br /&gt;-Wearing outfits following trends&lt;br /&gt;-Loudest in school&lt;br /&gt;-Connections with high standard people&lt;br /&gt;-Ask parents for large amount of allowance just to hangout&lt;br /&gt;-Telling the cool things you have&lt;br /&gt;-Collecting thousands of comments and friends in myspace&lt;br /&gt;-Excessive usage of Shisha, smoke&lt;br /&gt;-Hangout at the same place 5 times a week that wannabe cool people describes it cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of those who is offended, guess what, you're admitting you're one of these wannabe. You are young, a teen, if you're a girl, its worst. If you wanna be labelled as one of the coolest bitches ppl ever met, that is not the way to make it as a result. That is the way to show off, that you're the coolest person, which is definitely what i called LAME. It's okay to do all this activities when you're done with school, but during you're still schooling, its the dumbest way. When you're already done with school, you'll get bored of doing all this. You are young and too wild. You think your mum and dad let you do all this because you are old enough to be trusted? No, they all just want you to experienced enjoyment is cruelty. Heck, its not a bullshit. When you've out with a guy, if they put some drugs or any pills in your drink without you noticing, you're ended up going home with your 8 months size stomach. When you've out smoking or Shisha, you will notice your lungs are gonna be rotten soon. Not often of doing that may save yourself and may save your next-5-years-when-you-are-in-college boredom. You maybe look old enough but you have a young soul and young organs that couldn't afford to do this at the mean time. Let your so called coolness present in the future, while you have your own money, not using your parents. That is what I call "cool" (: For those of you who realize all this, I had too admit, in the future, you are way way cooler than all of this wannabe's and a salutations is given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-7291400082930855410?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/7291400082930855410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-and-death.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7291400082930855410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7291400082930855410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-and-death.html' title='Love and Death'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-1064209294896599375</id><published>2010-01-05T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T02:37:34.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day of being tortured.</title><content type='html'>It was weird, feeling so tiny among the surroundings. But it turn out to be great, in class. Sitting with my crackos friends, Shafiqah in the middle, Su's beside her and so do me. We laugh to unexplainable jokes we've made. First day also quite a torture, having my work, and back from school going to tuition at 2.30 starting at 3 and ends at 4.45, slept for an hour, and had my dinner and get ready for the next tuition starting at 8 and ends at 9.30. And then does my tuition homeworks and school's, done before 12. Recycle timing, woke up at 6 again, get ready for school, got back with homeworks, and done! For 2 hours, Science(checked), Maths(checked), BM(checked), Sejarah(checked). Well it's just a few things that teachers assigned us, maybe because its just the earlier of Jan. I'm gonna work out my ass as hard as possible because exam is around the corner, its on March, well maybe 2 months tops but STILL, time does quickened it's pace. So yeah, this is gonna be a quite tiring and frustrating, not to forget an emotional year. Enough said, cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-1064209294896599375?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/1064209294896599375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-day-of-being-tortured.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1064209294896599375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1064209294896599375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-day-of-being-tortured.html' title='Second day of being tortured.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-5219194896476171239</id><published>2010-01-03T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:57:37.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting dressed up and waiting for the yellow bus.</title><content type='html'>I started to miss my form 2 days. Where i begin to fit in, getting all crack and stuff. Where i got to rule the form 1s eventhough i'm a lot shorter than them but i'm loud. If i'm not mistaken, i'm retired from my good old days, skipping school, classes. go back home one hour or a few minutes early. sneakout at the back of the class. and argueing with Cikgu Zul. I miss the fun in class where I got to be the loudest kid and ppl start to look at me and annoyed by my attitude. there's a lot of unforgettable moments that i would love to share, i use to hangout with the chinese boys and girls while surya does her homework. Listening to their chit chatter voices. Love the part when they spoke Cantonese and Hokkien, by that way, i got to learn and understand what were they talking around. I remembered the part when I've used to played truth or dare, I gotta admit, i'm always the victim, wrong seating. haha. I miss the part when me and Shafiqah sneak in the form 6s new building and being chased by Cikgu Zul. I also enjoy the part when there's a girl being exorcism and then me and Farah went to the toilet alone then there's an effect which is doors slamming, fans speeding, heavy rains and storms. Damn, scary but we find it hilarious, because we run our ass off. I miss our school events, eventhough, there's something missing, having my friends with is already a complete journey. I miss our exams because I always make a crack joke behind teacher's back with Alyssa, and some people who look at us were tickled their funny bone. I miss our days of quarelling. I remembered when I chased surya with my shoes, and when i wore it back, I was marching around and accidentally threw the shoes at her face. She was so damn pissed off and trying to "drowned" me on the pit. Then Puan Heng came to us, and telling surya that is not a good thing to bully small kids like me and then she asked me to buy shoes with strings to tight with so it won't happen again. Not to brag, but I found out that I am quite attentive to the school. I even dirtied the discipline records book with my long nails, my long fringe. Haha. I also missed the rainy days, me and my gang barefoot although its disgusting to walked barefoot on school floors but our school its kinda easy to get flood. So like, we had to barefoot or else we can easily slipped. I miss the times that me and Nikie had our crack jokes together, hey, we are perfect couple with the hair and the style. Size don't really matters. I also miss the part talking about hot Korean guys with Aida and playing games together. I miss everything that happened in form 2s. I hope 2010 would be a great year and not stressing me out too much. Oh and another thing, I am quite anxious about tomorrow, which would be my Form 3 days starting tomorrow and my first morning session. Well, it's gonna be a long day tomorrow. If you want a chance to contact with me, because I'll be rarely online, if you had an urgent or anything. Do not be afraid to ask me for my numbers, maybe try in facebook or myspace or leave an offline message on msn messenger and yahoo messenger, and when I'm free, i check in alright (: Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-5219194896476171239?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/5219194896476171239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-dressed-up-and-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5219194896476171239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5219194896476171239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-dressed-up-and-waiting-for.html' title='getting dressed up and waiting for the yellow bus.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-5884395267806814416</id><published>2010-01-02T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T04:39:31.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic 12 hours</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 12 in the noon. Had my brunch which is Roti Canai, Instant Bee Hoon Soup, Hot Milo, Tom Yam Soup, Kuey Teow. And then bathed in the jacuzzi for 2 hours. Lol, What a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-5884395267806814416?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/5884395267806814416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/pathetic-12-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5884395267806814416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5884395267806814416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/pathetic-12-hours.html' title='Pathetic 12 hours'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-7053243398776007392</id><published>2010-01-01T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:00:47.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Holidays and Hello Books</title><content type='html'>Farewell wild days on November and December '09, begin the returning of Norule the nerd. No more Azmer in my arms. Oh yeah speaking of him, tomorrow, which is 3rd JAN is our 6th months of together. Hell yeah, and by that day, he can't celebrate it because by 6 in the morning he will be ready his ass off to IPOH, the boarding school. Naw, shit, gonna miss him. Idk when will he get back, but on the luck of praying to god that he'll home soon, maybe the time will come. I am officially retired from my hung out days. I'll be rarely online, which is no longer be every night but every school holidays or if i'm not too busy with my family day. But I'll try to get in touch with you people as soon as possible alright? I'm gonna miss the good old days and bring up the good old days again to this year. I'm gonna miss Surya, eventhough we're in the same class but in school we spend less times together and we only get the chance when her mum let us to go out. I'm gonna miss Nini because she is in evening session whereas I'm in the morning. I'm gonna miss chatting with Ficko in msn. I'm gonna miss argueing with Aqila, Anis and Kevin. Damn, I miss it already. But most of all, I miss Azmer. Hmph, i miss the way he touches me, he wish me goodnight and good morning, the way he kisses me, the way he hug me, the way we cuddle. I miss everything about him. Nevermind. Hope it will happen soon. Okay, hands off the keyboard now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-7053243398776007392?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/7053243398776007392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-holidays-and-hello-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7053243398776007392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7053243398776007392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-holidays-and-hello-books.html' title='Goodbye Holidays and Hello Books'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-65994586694490327</id><published>2009-12-31T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:00:36.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Everybody was shitting all about New Year, what the heck are you celebrating for? I know late night outs are awesome, with the party pooper and hooligans and stuff. Don't you ever realize, new year makes us look bloody old, man! Okay, I'm a bit frustrated because I'm too young for late night outs and picturing fireworks in my head. Goddamnit for god sake, can't I just amazed the beauty of New Year at 12 am, which is also with my folks? They are too old to stay late-.- Ok cut the crap about new year. Let me rephrase what did I do on 2009. Listing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Starting new life of Form 2&lt;br /&gt;2. Results down to pits&lt;br /&gt;3. Skip classes a lot&lt;br /&gt;4. Attend school events, finally :o&lt;br /&gt;5. Enjoying my life with photography&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to Bangkok, London, Korea, Beijing and Bangkok again.&lt;br /&gt;7. Had a new Mr Right in my life, 2 more days and we will have our 6 months together.&lt;br /&gt;8. Had my first kiss, hug, and hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;9. School holidays for 2 months and hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;10. Hook up Atiqah and Afeef, and now they are a cute couple.&lt;br /&gt;11. Fought with azmer several times, almost break up and had our real break ups.&lt;br /&gt;12. Table talk with azmer.&lt;br /&gt;13. Met another new guy in my life which is Nazrin, the pet bro.&lt;br /&gt;14. Had my first laughing gas, my first awesomeness in POOL and FOOSBALL&lt;br /&gt;15. Being a one hell of a crack head.&lt;br /&gt;16. Fashion Addict, Pool addict, Laughing gas addict, Azmer addict, Lepak addict, Ferrero rocher addict, Eat addict, idk what else.&lt;br /&gt;17. Getting close to Kevin, Anis, Aqiela by this year, and they make a perfect gang of mine.&lt;br /&gt;18. First time of sneaking out to KL with Anis and Aqiela and had our shisha there.&lt;br /&gt;19. Finally get my own DSLR&lt;br /&gt;20. First Karaoke with Surya and Maisara&lt;br /&gt;21. First hangout at rooftop&lt;br /&gt;22. First time of using eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;23. First time of celebrating boyfriend's birthday&lt;br /&gt;24. First cookie making&lt;br /&gt;25. First shop at blogshop&lt;br /&gt;26. First hotel room sneakout until 11.30 with Surya playing Foosball at Langkawi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all that matters. All i know is, the memories will haunt me again. And all my wrong doings is already forgiven and the things that not to be regret is a hope to be do over. What I'm saying is, I have a limited socializing. And I have not regret to put it that way, because soon, when I'm old enough on doing more than that, unlimited outing and stuff, I won't be bored. Right now, if we start socialize earlier, we will soon be bored when we are old. So, let the year begins without any&lt;br /&gt;arguements, shall we? Oh and yeah, I'm a soon to be a PMR candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One hour left for New year, nevermind, HAPPY NEW YEAR :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-65994586694490327?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/65994586694490327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/65994586694490327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/65994586694490327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='New year, New Beginning'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-1706170812477396033</id><published>2009-12-23T04:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T04:16:54.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>barefoot isn't an option.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SzIKExqschI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-k5GyYZIA5M/s1600-h/kasut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SzIKExqschI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-k5GyYZIA5M/s200/kasut2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418404378848293394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SzIJ25GjNEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wOlTZ6ec25Y/s1600-h/kasut1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SzIJ25GjNEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wOlTZ6ec25Y/s200/kasut1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418404140326007874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really am a huge fan of the caged heels and zipper boots like in those two pictures. Awh, how i wish i have one. oh yeah i've found out my sis in law is pregnant, CONGRATS yeah? this is a quarelling between my real sis and my dad when they found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis - "hahahah ayah dah jadi atuk!"&lt;br /&gt;dad - "mak cik, mak cik!"&lt;br /&gt;sis - "atuk!"&lt;br /&gt;dad - "EH AKU UMUR 20 lebih korang dah 50 lebih! mak cik!"&lt;br /&gt;sis - "atuk, atuk atuk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it goes on and on -.-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-1706170812477396033?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/1706170812477396033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/barefoot-isnt-option.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1706170812477396033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1706170812477396033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/barefoot-isnt-option.html' title='barefoot isn&apos;t an option.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SzIKExqschI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-k5GyYZIA5M/s72-c/kasut2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-1707890149575640357</id><published>2009-12-18T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:57:37.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SytfY7kz-dI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ss9T2tiG04o/s1600-h/_MG_2884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SytfY7kz-dI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ss9T2tiG04o/s200/_MG_2884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416527858756745682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/Syte4SjHBXI/AAAAAAAAACk/n3A96stN6AI/s1600-h/_MG_2952+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/Syte4SjHBXI/AAAAAAAAACk/n3A96stN6AI/s200/_MG_2952+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416527297987937650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/Sytd3NLLeBI/AAAAAAAAACc/QM1a0k3qI_0/s1600-h/_MG_2816+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/Sytd3NLLeBI/AAAAAAAAACc/QM1a0k3qI_0/s200/_MG_2816+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416526179853891602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SytdfCq9uBI/AAAAAAAAACU/JgHmoP4B9Bg/s1600-h/_MG_2660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SytdfCq9uBI/AAAAAAAAACU/JgHmoP4B9Bg/s200/_MG_2660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416525764717557778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/Sytc0b6kcCI/AAAAAAAAACM/r9hSfogWHUc/s1600-h/IMG_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/Sytc0b6kcCI/AAAAAAAAACM/r9hSfogWHUc/s200/IMG_0412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416525032759521314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SytXpA1j4HI/AAAAAAAAACE/NB-tFwtHvrA/s1600-h/_MG_9761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SytXpA1j4HI/AAAAAAAAACE/NB-tFwtHvrA/s200/_MG_9761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416519338954055794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SytWRJPE74I/AAAAAAAAAB8/n_dj1-IVYKo/s1600-h/_MG_1578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SytWRJPE74I/AAAAAAAAAB8/n_dj1-IVYKo/s200/_MG_1578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416517829380075394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anis loves the quote when she says I'm antisocial. "I am so damn antisocial that I could not meet my man that I bring him over at my place and rocking my bed" HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, 2010 is coming soon and I'm missing my crackshit ass friends. Oh yeah this is what i've heard from people I love every single day when I'm with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad - "ATUK KAU"&lt;br /&gt;My mum - "Pundek"&lt;br /&gt;My sis - "Eih geli aku"&lt;br /&gt;My bro - "Norule's middles name is bendul"&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah - "Jap nak tolong cikna masak"&lt;br /&gt;Radzi - "OPOCOT"&lt;br /&gt;Nini - "hahahah lepak ah"&lt;br /&gt;Surya - "Buto kau"&lt;br /&gt;Shazrene - "Ergh kau ni bodoh sial (talk to the computer)"&lt;br /&gt;Aida - "AWAK NIIIII"&lt;br /&gt;Shafiqah - "kalau aku lepak ngn kau, mesti aku tk stop gelak (to me)"&lt;br /&gt;Anis - "BANGANG KELAKAR LAH SIAL"&lt;br /&gt;Aqiela - "korang dua ni memang ah"&lt;br /&gt;Kevin - "weh brb, aku nak mkn"&lt;br /&gt;Nazrin - "Sangat ah"&lt;br /&gt;Akif - "weh aku nak beli canon/nikon"&lt;br /&gt;Philip - "hi little nurul"&lt;br /&gt;Ficko - "surya/shazo mana?"&lt;br /&gt;Intan - "HA APA? TAK DENGAR AH!"&lt;br /&gt;Ereena - "AAAAA GILA HOTTTT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all the people who I've already remembered their dialogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S; i wish i could turn back time undo the bad times and redo the good times. i wish i'm an einstein who could build a time machine and have the best time of my life everyday and every moment i want. i wish the person who i love the most is always in my heart and caged up in my memory. i wish i could settle all my problems and move on in life like how tough girls did. i know im strong because by the moment we're wrestle, i win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-1707890149575640357?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/1707890149575640357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/across-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1707890149575640357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1707890149575640357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/across-world.html' title='Across the world'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SytfY7kz-dI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ss9T2tiG04o/s72-c/_MG_2884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-5779424604821028286</id><published>2009-12-17T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:48:57.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MOST CRACK PERSON IN MY LIFE (:</title><content type='html'>Noruledoesn'thaveanyballstofacethetruththatsheissuchanasshole says:&lt;br /&gt; stupid gonggong&lt;br /&gt;nazrin shah ismail says:&lt;br /&gt; what lah&lt;br /&gt;Noruledoesn'thaveanyballstofacethetruththatsheissuchanasshole says:&lt;br /&gt; what?&lt;br /&gt;nazrin shah ismail says:&lt;br /&gt; what ?&lt;br /&gt;Noruledoesn'thaveanyballstofacethetruththatsheissuchanasshole says:&lt;br /&gt; what&lt;br /&gt;nazrin shah ismail says:&lt;br /&gt; what&lt;br /&gt;Noruledoesn'thaveanyballstofacethetruththatsheissuchanasshole says:&lt;br /&gt; what&lt;br /&gt; eh stop crapping!&lt;br /&gt;nazrin shah ismail says:&lt;br /&gt; u lah&lt;br /&gt;Noruledoesn'thaveanyballstofacethetruththatsheissuchanasshole says:&lt;br /&gt; u lah&lt;br /&gt;nazrin shah ismail says:&lt;br /&gt; u lahhh&lt;br /&gt;Noruledoesn'thaveanyballstofacethetruththatsheissuchanasshole says:&lt;br /&gt; u lahhh&lt;br /&gt;nazrin shah ismail says:&lt;br /&gt; u lahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Noruledoesn'thaveanyballstofacethetruththatsheissuchanasshole says:&lt;br /&gt; u lahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt; STOP U LAHHHHHH LA WEYYY!&lt;br /&gt; ANNOYING LAH SIAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah what a crack, we never fail to argue, we are sibs from another mother (: love you nazrin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-5779424604821028286?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/5779424604821028286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-crack-person-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5779424604821028286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5779424604821028286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-crack-person-in-my-life.html' title='THE MOST CRACK PERSON IN MY LIFE (:'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-1558383231847870379</id><published>2009-12-13T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:12:25.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i doubt myself i'll recover</title><content type='html'>Hey I'm here, had been single for 6 days and still counting. If you ask me, if I'm still into him or not, it's so stupid for me to say yes. And its hard to say no, eventhough I'm so damn pissed off. It hurts to find out that he is eager on lying to me. I'm not that dumb, I'll find out the truth soon somehow. After the tabletalk, I've found my inner self, I'm tough and I'm through in any obstacles that has been blocking me to move on in life. I don't give a damn if you bring 40 guys with guns and I'm all alone. I can be Milla Jovovich if you want to. Because I know that I'm a one hell of a tough bitch. I gotta admit, I miss him so badly but I'm trying to forget about him. This isn't a life i wanted to have, I've been aiming my future to always in my bare hands without any suffocation that came ruins it. I did love the old me, the geeky, the fun. Because of simple heartbroken, kills me on the inside, destroying me. If there's a person, out there, who can take my heart and rejuvenate it, I'll had to thanked you, that all my life, I've been searching for that person. But I don't think, any single bits of thinking organism says to me that it will happen. No, it won't. This is me, I'm real, living in reality. No fantasy trying to cures me. Without this people, I wouldn't live life to the fullest;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SURYA, NAZRIN, ANIS, FICKO, NINI, SHAZO, KEVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&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/5370505161389874925-1558383231847870379?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/1558383231847870379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-doubt-myself-ill-recover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1558383231847870379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1558383231847870379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-doubt-myself-ill-recover.html' title='i doubt myself i&apos;ll recover'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-6697173819772746972</id><published>2009-12-08T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:26:45.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't help it, your name is written in every walls i've seen.</title><content type='html'>Thank you for your "good" deed, may god bless you. Since we're only had 11th date of us together, I'm gonna write a novel about it since I love writing. Guess what, you are the worst and dumbest ex boyfriend I've ever had. We could still be together until today, wanna know why? If it wasn't giving up on me and accepting my rejection, there's still US. I don't give a damn, heck, if I'm posting this blog about you, you won't read it anyways. Because you're blind. I'm not entirely ashamed of myself. All I'm saying is you've lost a great girl and you won't have the balls to win me back. I still can't resist my temptation on meeting you. Since you're an asshole, I guess I only want to burn your house down until there's nothing left. Who are you to tell me to keep your necklace, dude, you wrong, I've throw it away ever since yesterday, all the shits I'm through because of you. Better if I don't left any stains of something that reminds me of you. When, you tryna pull me of the pain and ills, I've thanked you but when we're quarelling, you remind me of the "good" things you're doing. What kind of person are you? And then you went on "okay, it's my fault". Hey, what the fuck, it is your fault, everything is. About the quiting smoking thingy, don't worry I'm already unexist to brag you about smoking, stopping you from starting the buff. I'm stopping you from dying, thank you very much, but you're a jackass, who never hears my thought. So, I'm very happy that when we've just broke up, my head is empty and doesn't think too much. I think about you every seconds of our 5 months and you drag me into this shit. Thank you, for leaving me. But remember, you had a one vengeful ex, which is me, NORULE. Note that, son of a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-6697173819772746972?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/6697173819772746972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-help-it-your-name-is-written-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6697173819772746972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6697173819772746972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-help-it-your-name-is-written-in.html' title='I can&apos;t help it, your name is written in every walls i&apos;ve seen.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-4428703190537701434</id><published>2009-12-08T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:49:08.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FUCKING TWINS.</title><content type='html'>Oi kembar, bertempat sikit, kau gaduh ngn perempuan, kau tu jantan. kau fikir kau ni gedang sgt ke gaduh ngn perempuan. BERTEMPATLAH BRO. lu sedar sikit sapa lu. wa tak goyang ngn lu. lu pi mati ah do. Gua doakan lu punya hidup, hidup mcm babi. sbb muka lu dua dah mcm babi. pegi tgk cermin skrg. fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-4428703190537701434?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/4428703190537701434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/fucking-twins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/4428703190537701434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/4428703190537701434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/fucking-twins.html' title='THE FUCKING TWINS.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-4384115669949123264</id><published>2009-12-07T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:46:12.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's my truly only, victim</title><content type='html'>I can't forget about you Azmer, why do you had to rely on PMR to make a hole in us. Don't you ever miss our times together? Ever think of how much my heart shattered when you want to break up with me? Idk what the hell, but wait for your time, it'll come soon, and i'm gonna make your days become worst. This is a vengeance from me to you. Just wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-4384115669949123264?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/4384115669949123264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/hes-my-truly-only-victim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/4384115669949123264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/4384115669949123264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/hes-my-truly-only-victim.html' title='He&apos;s my truly only, victim'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-87057119848200449</id><published>2009-12-07T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T06:02:31.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>entirely shopaholic minded</title><content type='html'>Hey, just got back from Bangkok. Lemme tell you how I spent my 3 days in Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at hotel around 2 and go out at 4.30. Went to Emporium, bought Nine west sling bag, Scholl slippers. Went to Suan Lum Night Market at 6, bought 2 cool Tshirts and 3 bags and a keychain. got foot massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to Chatuchak at 9. Bought 1 ripped off acid washed jeans, 1 acid washed dress, 2 t shirts, 3 messed up tops, 1 tie dye tops, 1 cardigan, 1 wedges, 1 vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just make it simple as possible. I don't shop much in Bangkok, my dad brought a little amount of money. He claimed that he want to go to Bangkok just for TOMYAM -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, got my ripped off skinny white jeans, just bought it at rob-my-closet.blogspot.com. It is so damn cheap, only wasted rm45 on it. Hell yeah. So I guess thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-87057119848200449?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/87057119848200449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/entirely-shopaholic-minded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/87057119848200449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/87057119848200449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/entirely-shopaholic-minded.html' title='entirely shopaholic minded'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-4560508563927367653</id><published>2009-12-03T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T03:32:29.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what happens when you couldn't shut up</title><content type='html'>currently pitbull-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hoe, tomorrow i'm off to bangkok. can't contact with my boyfiee, somebody took away his phone. Pity him. just leaving a message to him at MSN so that he knows how much I miss him. today is our 5th anniversary and still moving on. I don't know why I keep on lying over a stupid stuff which will be exposed soon. You know who you are, and you drag me into this mess, and now you are on your own. I doubt that I'll recover from sprained ankle soon. Fuck myself for being so reckless. Okay, idk what else to update. all i know is i'm dying of boredome. I miss him and the old times we had. I wish I could turn back time and redo all the good things that I've used. I'm currently upcoming broke bitch. I'm broke soon. Need money but when will it comes? I ain't rich. I'm counting on my dad's money. For all the fortune I had, there's no single penny came from me. I need job, but it takes another 3 years and I'm off from school. Damn, time flies. Today I am kid, tomorrow IDK what i've become. So, I guess hands of the keyboard now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-4560508563927367653?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/4560508563927367653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-what-happens-when-you-couldnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/4560508563927367653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/4560508563927367653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-what-happens-when-you-couldnt.html' title='this is what happens when you couldn&apos;t shut up'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-2898061001620706427</id><published>2009-11-16T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:27:31.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REWIND &amp; REMIX</title><content type='html'>Yaw Yaw Yaw, It's been awhile since my last update. So, gonna update two stories today yaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, just got back from Langkawi a week ago with Surya. I've learnt Pool and Foosball and even raced on Jet Ski with Surya. Friggin awesome. We went there for 3 days and 2 nights. Went to Eagle View, Langkawi Cable Car, Canopy walk, and yada yada yada. I'm so bored typing about Langkawi, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok yesterday got my new haircut and last two days, went to Summit hanging out with my friends. Which I think thats all I wanna say. I'm bored of blogging-.- Anyway what so awesome about twitter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-2898061001620706427?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/2898061001620706427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/11/rewind-remix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2898061001620706427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2898061001620706427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/11/rewind-remix.html' title='REWIND &amp; REMIX'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-6569496324337067011</id><published>2009-11-02T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:25:18.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAND NEW :D</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was quite awesome, packing up all my things in new closet and went to Midvalley and Hartamas. Firstly, went to Midvalley for window shopping. Had my self-made cropped jeans, tshirts and slippers. That's all, couldn't get dressed up so feminine because I only thought we went to Taipan-.- My mum said its a fashion if I wear that cropped jeans. Okay fine then. Arrived there and my dad bought a knee pad and I bought a Swatch. Yeay! Finally got new watch to wear. It does look like a bracelet and it is attentive at my school today while I was wearing it. Okay back to the point. Then, I went to Hartamas, my weekend family hangouts. Had my foot massage, its splendid, my feet was like badly injured before its being doctorize. Today I had my 2nd last exam, waiting for tomorrow and my life is free from the cage of seafield! HELL YEAH! Currently suffered in boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-6569496324337067011?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/6569496324337067011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/11/brand-new-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6569496324337067011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6569496324337067011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/11/brand-new-d.html' title='BRAND NEW :D'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-4183397695541405898</id><published>2009-10-31T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:15:09.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDK, What happened hahah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anissterpaksatukarnamesbbnorulepaksa- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; senyaplah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Noruletakpernahmasukakalsebabdiataklehnakmasukdalamakal says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; tknk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; nnt aku senyap kau memekak as aku senyap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anissterpaksatukarnamesbbnorulepaksa- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; ye la ye la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; suke hati kau laaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hhhhhmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Noruletakpernahmasukakalsebabdiataklehnakmasukdalamakal says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; ha thupun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anissterpaksatukarnamesbbnorulepaksa- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; ye aku tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; weh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; rse rindu nk raba2 kaki kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahahaahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Noruletakpernahmasukakalsebabdiataklehnakmasukdalamakal says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; are you a retarded?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; weh malam ni kau kene ganja ke apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; ke makan pil khayal tgh mlm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; tetibe buang tebiat rindu aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anissterpaksatukarnamesbbnorulepaksa- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahaaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; kau nk aku jiwang tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; haaa, kau jgn memaen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Noruletakpernahmasukakalsebabdiataklehnakmasukdalamakal says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; kau? JIWANG?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anissterpaksatukarnamesbbnorulepaksa- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahaaahahha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; nk tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;aku try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Noruletakpernahmasukakalsebabdiataklehnakmasukdalamakal says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; try me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; berjanggut ku menunggu mu membalas ucapanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anissterpaksatukarnamesbbnorulepaksa- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; wahai kekasih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; jgnlah kau berkata sedemikian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; perut ku sgt lapar, kekanda mahu bersantap sebentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Noruletakpernahmasukakalsebabdiataklehnakmasukdalamakal says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; kau ni bukan jiwang, guna ayat nabi muhammad ade ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anissterpaksatukarnamesbbnorulepaksa- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; HAHAHHHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; eh silap2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Noruletakpernahmasukakalsebabdiataklehnakmasukdalamakal says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; masalah betul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anissterpaksatukarnamesbbnorulepaksa- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; aku tgh gelak habis weh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Noruletakpernahmasukakalsebabdiataklehnakmasukdalamakal says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; kau igt kau sorang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; cume aku tk type "hahahaha" je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anissterpaksatukarnamesbbnorulepaksa- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahahaaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Noruletakpernahmasukakalsebabdiataklehnakmasukdalamakal says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; weh aku nak msk dlm blog aku ah psl ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; mmg sengal ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anissterpaksatukarnamesbbnorulepaksa- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; bangang klaka lah babi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Noruletakpernahmasukakalsebabdiataklehnakmasukdalamakal says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; agklaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anissterpaksatukarnamesbbnorulepaksa- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; aku dah nk tercekik air liur dah ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Noruletakpernahmasukakalsebabdiataklehnakmasukdalamakal says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; kau gelak part mana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anissterpaksatukarnamesbbnorulepaksa- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; yg aku tersilap ckp, pegi ckp bahasa 'nabi muhammad' hahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; padahal bukan jiwang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Noruletakpernahmasukakalsebabdiataklehnakmasukdalamakal says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; agk ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; otak aku tetibe je kuar perkataan tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; sbb kau pegi WAHAI KEKASIH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; gila nabi muhammad punye version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anissterpaksatukarnamesbbnorulepaksa- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; TERCEKIK AKU BODOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Noruletakpernahmasukakalsebabdiataklehnakmasukdalamakal says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; sabar weh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; aku still kuat iman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; tak gelak smpi tercekik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; aku tkdela tercekik mcm kau buat aku dgn gula gula babi kau tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; smpi msk sjmc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anissterpaksatukarnamesbbnorulepaksa- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; ohh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; ungkit laaa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan ni memang sengal. aduyai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-4183397695541405898?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/4183397695541405898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/10/idk-what-happened-hahah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/4183397695541405898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/4183397695541405898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/10/idk-what-happened-hahah.html' title='IDK, What happened hahah'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-2334500046415755296</id><published>2009-10-27T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T06:42:36.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A PAIN IN THE ASS.</title><content type='html'>Hey hoe, yesterday. DAMN yesterday. Had fight with my mum and sis over a laptop ended up my dad owns it. Then had fight with Ajie. And he needs to read what i'm about to tell him but in malay. Because I don't sound people in English but I sound them in Malay. So ajie, hope you are reading this "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;weh aku malas nak gaduh dalam speaking ke, cakap baik baik ke apa. Aku cakap direct je. Sekarang kau bace baik baik. kalau kau buta, aku taktau apa nak cakap ah. Dalam byk byk laki, aku rase kau ah laki paling haram aku penah jmpe. Perangai macam anak haram! Kau sape, nak panggil aku bohsia? Aku kuli kau ke? Weh tetek aku tak kene main, puki aku tak kene jolok jadi aku tak bohsia la. Bukan macam kau! Lelaki pelacur, perempuan beratur and bayar nak main kote kau. Weh kau bajet bajet nak rogol aku ni apahal? Kau ade kote ke nak rogol aku? Weh aku dah muak aa dengan ayat ayat camtu. Ugut ugut, tak bertempat! Setakat mulut bercakap, aksi takda, apa barang? Kau tahu tak, aku fed up gila ah ngn kau. Aku thu aku perempuan paling kurang ajar yang penah kau jumpe. Tapi ini baru sikit je, at least aku tak macam kau, bajet gangster nak gaduh ngn perempuan. Kau tak kenal aku lagi weh, so tapayah ah nak meramal masa depan aku. Kau nak main gila ngn aku ke? Aku on je. Weh aku nak kau tahu, kalau aku jumpe kau, mulut kau celupar, mulut kau hilang dulu then aku sunat kau. Biar kau tak subur and bisu. Aku dah buat baik dah ngn kau. Aku dah cakap haritu dah yang aku tanak kita dua gaduh dah. Kau fikir aku apa? Permainan pergaduhan? Aku dah lama bersabar, ini baru separuh daripada apa yang aku pendamkan selama ni. Lagipun, aku suruh kau mengaku je kau kacau surya ngn aku guna public phone. Tapi kau mule cakap merepek repek. Mengaku je weh! Tapayah memperbesarkan hal ni. Lagi kau besarkan, lagi ah aku nak lawan. Kau patut tahu, aku champion berdebat la weh! Kau tapayah nak gaduh ngn aku dah, aku dah anggap kau si pukimak sesat jalan. And btw, aku harap kau dah cukup terhina dengan kata kata aku ni, chows.&lt;/span&gt;". And I hope you realize that you're an asshole. Oh by the way, I called azmer, and he cheered me up with his singing friends. Aw, so sweet of him to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about today, nothing much happened, Got my 1 hour guitar class, and finished my 2nd day of exam. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADEVERCI (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-2334500046415755296?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/2334500046415755296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/10/pain-in-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2334500046415755296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2334500046415755296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/10/pain-in-ass.html' title='A PAIN IN THE ASS.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-406874880945453766</id><published>2009-10-25T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:57:37.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A DAY :D</title><content type='html'>Hey hoe, OMG. I have so much to tell you. Yesterday, I was playing rockband and kind of bored of staying home with the studying and stuff. Then, I went back home. Aqiela's online. I got an idea and asked her to sleepover+study with me. So, like yeah her mum agrees and then she arrived around 7 something. We went to Sunway Pyramid to accompany my mum and my sis for shopping. I'm tired of waiting my mum choosy attitude at the store so like I'm hungry. Asked my mum for 20 bucks which I don't bring money okay, er had my dinner at burger king. It was fun having dinner with aqiela, we gossip a lot. After that, we went back to the same store cause my mum asked me to. Then, we waited like 20 mnts over there and my mum still doesn't showed up. Aqiela is so damn crazy about AKON's concert at Sunway Lagoon. So like, we rushed to the elevator. OMG, we ride it about 2-3 times since we don't know what floor the McD situated because there's an escalator which went towards the lagoon. Then we finally reached there but couldn't see Akon but get to see thousands of people there and couldn't hear Akon's singing. Daymn. So, we rushed back to the same place, and met my mum there with her new handbag-.- And we went to Puma cause my sis wanna new Ferrari designed handbag. We reached home at 9. Decided to study, ended up onlining. Mr K thinks I'm being overreacted and kerek because of some certain things you shouldn't know why we ended up fighting. I was just playing around, can't believe he got it into some serious issues :o And Anis and Aqiela were like so damn frustrated watching me and him argueing. Me with my mouth -.- . We got into this 4 people convo so like yeah, they're the middle asshole. HAHA. Anis was confused which she is talking to so I put MSN display name "Aqiela dan Norule SDN. BHD. yang tak berapa sendirian" and we went laughing and laughing our ass off. Me and K already finished debating. So we brb because we are drop dead hungry. Anis was so damn mad at us that we didn't told her that we were eating as she felt like she was chatting with walls. We went upstairs around 2 something and found out that none of them were onlining. How depressed-.- So we studied and then in a sudden, Aqiela was asking me about the wallpaper and stuff and then she accidentally woke up my mum with an annoying alarm in my house because she open my sliding door. OMG, aqiela aqiela. Then, we're asleep around 4.30 am and woke up at 11. My mum went home with a tons of books borrowed from her friend's son just for me. Then, like me and aqiela arranged the book by following the subjects. Then, we called Anis to come to my house for study group. She arrived around 3. Then we had our bath at 4. Before that I was on the phone with Azmer, I was kind of hyperstatical. Then, he went on moody because I said something wrong. I cheer him up and he was okay. Then we were chatting chatting chatting instead of studying studying studying. We studied around 5.30 and then my mum went to the airport to pick up my dad. I told my mum I'm going to Anis's crib. She said YES. Then, we studied math there. Later, we sent Aqiela home and it rains, Anis's annoyed me by slowing her move because she wores platform. Ergh, my clothes are wet but thank god it dries before my mum reached Anis's crib. And then, Anis offered me free passes to Jennifer's body. I accepted it but need to reconfirm with my mum. Then, arrived at my home. My dad got up with Chloe brand leathered bag for me. WHOOH, happy! Then I asked my mum about the JB. And she said I couldn't go because of my 1 hour guitar class just because 2 last weeks got no class. Eff you see kay! Erghhhhh. Okay I guess that's all for today. Gonna have my exams tomorrow until next tuesday. So, will be update after finals (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-406874880945453766?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/406874880945453766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-day-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/406874880945453766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/406874880945453766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-day-d.html' title='WHAT A DAY :D'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-5010534010662570260</id><published>2009-10-24T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T03:00:38.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a troublemaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SuLQHHetBDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0aWFV2HD3Lg/s1600-h/popart.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SuLQHHetBDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0aWFV2HD3Lg/s200/popart.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396104124228764722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I make myself blown away, I'm moving up to be a rockstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do things my own way, I'm an undertaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Met somebody look exactly like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Need to glued my drumstick at my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to get a life yo, I don't know what else to talk about in my life other than "whatcha doing", "how's life", "how are you" and yadayadayada. DAYUIMN, i'm bored with my life. Exam's are coming, where's studying, norule. Need to find a freelance job before next term starts to give my pocketful of money. I'm bored of being the slut who kept on talking porn, it kills me. Hey guess what, I got an idea. What if I write a book title "100 dates" if my boyfriend and I broke up at date 100. HAHA neah, i'm not that crazy. LOL, i meant it by literally. Can't wait after school. Here's the list of what I'm gonna do and if it's happen, yeay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go and take a great shot of putrajaya bridge.&lt;br /&gt;2. Playing snow spray, waterballoons and bubbles at USJ 6's playground with buddies&lt;br /&gt;3. Going travelling to woods.&lt;br /&gt;4. Play go kart.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't know, you tell me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-5010534010662570260?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/5010534010662570260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-troublemaker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5010534010662570260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5010534010662570260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-troublemaker.html' title='I&apos;m a troublemaker'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SuLQHHetBDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0aWFV2HD3Lg/s72-c/popart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-2603073779790243886</id><published>2009-10-14T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:53:21.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR FUN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Since it's been a while for me not to update my blog, I'm gonna complete it now. I'm gonna type in whatever is in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so damn tired today. Starting in the morning, had Maths tuition. Then, to school with my MCS yaw. People were like stuttered "hey norule in MCS". HAHAH, okay nvm. Then in school, me and Shafiqah stuck in HEM room to complete our freaking KH. And we're done but we're there the whole day. And Ajie, I hate you for prank call me. And I had enough debates today. WHATTHAHELL? I didn't even done with my sentences, he/she starts to blab the blab. FINE, YOU WIN. Guess what? Azmer got blog! HAHA, his teacher taught him for blogging. Awesome teacher. If you wanna see it azmerhereforyou.blogspot.com. I'm gonna meet him on this Friday which is school holidays until next Tuesday. Stuck at home, studying for FINALS. Fuck me. LOL, Idk what else should I fit in this blog. I suck at updating, seriously. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-2603073779790243886?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/2603073779790243886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2603073779790243886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2603073779790243886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-fun.html' title='FOR FUN.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-2261992584023094927</id><published>2009-09-28T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:42:18.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIG OL' VACATION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SsCSnYZLAxI/AAAAAAAAABs/zPtFTztAsxg/s1600-h/_MG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SsCSnYZLAxI/AAAAAAAAABs/zPtFTztAsxg/s320/_MG_0351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386466359595696914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How did I get here? Haha, Tomb of Ming Dynasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SsCRAfRQwLI/AAAAAAAAABk/WO8TTm2iuzE/s1600-h/_MG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SsCRAfRQwLI/AAAAAAAAABk/WO8TTm2iuzE/s320/_MG_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386464591915040946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seoul, no idea what the hell I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SsCPn_Y08LI/AAAAAAAAABc/N3MKoUwboaM/s1600-h/_MG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SsCPn_Y08LI/AAAAAAAAABc/N3MKoUwboaM/s320/_MG_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386463071528349874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chillies for Kimchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people, after a while not updating my blog. Now, i'm gonna post this to tell about my last vacation to Beijing and Seoul on the 21st Sept till 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day; 22nd&lt;br /&gt;Just arrived and slept until 7 and had our midnight shopping in the city. I bought vest, studded belt, Sweater and 10 headbands for sale. All of the malls are closed at 5 a.m. How awesome is that? And we off to hotel at 1 and sleep again for the next day outing.I had taste my first KIMCHI and I don't really like it. too much vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day; 23rd&lt;br /&gt;We  shop again and I bought leather bagpack, high waist shorts, another studded belt and you know that i'm not really a shopaholic right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day; 24th&lt;br /&gt;We went to Itaewon, and bought some souvenirs and I bought Reebok sportshoes in a sudden way. I skype call with Surya and leave a message for her to tell Azmer that I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day; 25th&lt;br /&gt;Had our flight to Beijing for 1 and a half hour. Sleep until night falls and had our dinner, visit Beijing University which is my dad's friend's daughter 3 months of attachment university. Stuttered to see the architecture of the top University of China. And we did went to Tian anmen Square which is 50 minutes walking distance from our hotel. Planned to call Azmer, but too tired already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day; 26th&lt;br /&gt;Had our touring around 8 to Ming Dynasty place, Jade factory, Great Wall of China at Badaling and Teahouse. At Ming's we captured the views and the scenery but we couldn't get to the tombs. It is strictly prohibited. And we had our lunch at Jade factory, I bought a real jade locket, and bracelet. My dad bought Chinese Cabagge Jade and my mum got a ring. We were like rich people in the touring bus hahaha. And finally, my all time dreaming to go place, the 7 wonders of the world, GREAT WALL OF CHINA. Surprisingly we manage to climb onto the highest peak of the mountain. I almost cried because afraid of falling as it is very steep over there. SERIOUSLY. We manage to get to the cable car but afraid of less time left so we went back to the coffee house and wait others to finish their expeditions too. At the teahouse, we've learnt how to make teas(cha) and taste the assorted aromas of teas that can cure and refresh our body. We went back to hotel and arrived at 6.30. Old folks got their feet massage and I finally skype call with Azmer. Yeay, we talk for an hour. And I've webcam with surya. And slept at 11.30 because need to wake up in the early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day; 27th&lt;br /&gt;Went to forbidden city which is unfortunate for us because it is closed due to National Days. And yeah, take pictures of the surroundings and I shivers because I don't bring my jackets and wore shortsleeves tshirt. And back to the hotel packed up to the airport and goodbye to BEIJING and hello ORIGIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learnt at this vacation is about what is Seoul made up for, which is an awesome place to shop but too expensive. And I've learnt a lot of China's Culture and History. I've learnt how to get myself adventurous and look at me, I'd managed to get a certification for being at Great Wall and also get my foot onto the highest peak of the mountain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-2261992584023094927?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/2261992584023094927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-ol-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2261992584023094927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2261992584023094927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-ol-vacation.html' title='A BIG OL&apos; VACATION.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SsCSnYZLAxI/AAAAAAAAABs/zPtFTztAsxg/s72-c/_MG_0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-597479092331589265</id><published>2009-09-17T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:29:14.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the first and the last in my heart (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahah apa laa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; makeout , jom ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; malas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahah malas ke atau tknk ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; malas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; nak save air yg kuar tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; ceh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; save ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; if utk you , i tk kisah nk abis kan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; wooooooah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; i pun tktau air apa yg kuar tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; pelik kebenor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; ye ke ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; kene pi hospital check DNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; eh btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; you thu en i ade penyakit terbaru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; yg tkleh cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; air mani laa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; penyakit apa plk ni ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; miasamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; nama pun nak dkt dkt ngn you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; mcm bangang je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahah agkk aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; penyakit apa tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; penyakit rindu kat you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahhaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; i ingtkan apa td &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; i ni buang tebiat berjiwang malam malam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; nak mampus ke apa i ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; i pun rindu youlaaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; i rindu you gilababoon kot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; td en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; i ungkit psl 3 line tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; surya cuak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; i rindu you gilagila oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; asl surya cuak ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; kan 3 line klu ckp kuat kuat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; bahaye en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahah tau pun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; so camtu aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; you tau tk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; mse bile tah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; i grk hospital &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; doktor ckp ' dlm jantung i ada snething oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; *smething &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; then doktor ckp if bende tu kuar dr jantung i , mean i akan Mati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;  Your Voice Clip was not sent because no sound was detected in the recording.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; benda tu is nama youu b &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; awww so sweet hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; berjiwang tgh mlm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahah best ape jiwang tgh mlm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; kalau i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; maknenye i nak mampus dah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; buang tebiat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahah chill aa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; nama i ada dlm hati you tk ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; yeaaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; tu sebab i nak mati dah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; tkde kene mengene lgsg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahaha chill laa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; jgn mati lg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; spe nk jge i nnt ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; my spirit cehh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; tknk laa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; tkkan i nk french ngn spirit you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahahahaha! tade maknenye ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; gedik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; menggatei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; nak sgt french setiap hari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; ahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; dh ketagih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;azmer says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; i sangap laaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; mcne nk hilangkan sangap oh ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NORULEdoesn'tSUCKS. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; macam mane? macamtu ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happens when boredom strikes at both of us (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-597479092331589265?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/597479092331589265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-first-and-last-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/597479092331589265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/597479092331589265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-first-and-last-in-my-heart.html' title='You&apos;re the first and the last in my heart (:'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-6616378399155040084</id><published>2009-09-09T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T03:45:29.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW THINGS IN MY LIFE :D</title><content type='html'>Yeah, during this upcoming festive seasons of malayness. Which we celebrate "Hari Raya Aidilfitri" starting on the 2oth September 2009, I guess I should list out new things. I bought new Tees(finally), Baju Kurung, gifted FK by you know who :p, pencil box from tangz, gifted another pencil box by Shazrene's mother. And still searching for money. hope this festive days can bring more feng shui on my money honey. I miss you azmer, waiting for the days we meet (:. Oh, and I'm gonna rock my ass off to Korea with my bestest cousin HIDAYAH. Everyone wonder how she'd got the tickets from my dad. Well I think she deserves it, she loves korean movie btw. And she's, uh, she's, um, KOREAN addict i might say? Can't wait for shopping later on. And woah another thing, exam's coming next week, gotta switch my memory card up to 16GB so I can remember lots of things. Like yeah, guess what? I've done my transferring-2000+-images-from-my-camera-to-my-laptop work. Oh, btw, thanks to Ros Aida Binti Daud, a friend, a classmate for making me addicted to Super Junior haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 9/9/09 btw (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6QA3m58DQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6QA3m58DQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-6616378399155040084?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/6616378399155040084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-things-in-my-life-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6616378399155040084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6616378399155040084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-things-in-my-life-d.html' title='THE NEW THINGS IN MY LIFE :D'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-37993365815052532</id><published>2009-08-30T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:38:13.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! BRAINFREEZE.</title><content type='html'>I went out yesterday to Pavillion at night with surya. And was wondering if we could go out the next day to sunway. Guess what? We did, but when we reach there I split up. I was hanging around my boyfie's mates and Su with her mates too. AND THEN there's this part where I bloody hell couldn't forget it. I followed them to I-DON'T-KNOW-WHICH-STAIRCASE and then I was like "okay what am i doing here?" and he was like "nak buat ke tanak, nak buat ke tanak" lastly he did it! Congrats tu both of us! hoyeah, It is awkward but then I'm into it, like OMG. HAHHA! i know. Er, Okay just get it okay? That is the nicest feeling ever. It do really change my world today. Aw, Ilovethatguy. That's all the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-37993365815052532?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/37993365815052532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg-brainfreeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/37993365815052532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/37993365815052532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg-brainfreeze.html' title='OMG! BRAINFREEZE.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-1867467623295214560</id><published>2009-08-26T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:27:01.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COOKIESMUNCHKINPUMPKIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SpTxx16gi0I/AAAAAAAAABU/DowtSyi6LL8/s1600-h/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SpTxx16gi0I/AAAAAAAAABU/DowtSyi6LL8/s320/cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374186093948209986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 10.30 and never wash up myself yet. NOw it's 4.30. HAHA! watching tv is really a drug for me. I thought of going noon shopping cookies with my mum, but she is too darn hard to get up from the sofa. Here goes the recipe for cookies for those who want to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup castor sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cup self raising flour&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoon of cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;125 g butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon vanilla essence&lt;br /&gt;250 g chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;1/2 brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL MIXED UP AND HEAT AT 180 degrees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-1867467623295214560?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/1867467623295214560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/08/cookiesmunchkinpumpkin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1867467623295214560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1867467623295214560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/08/cookiesmunchkinpumpkin.html' title='COOKIESMUNCHKINPUMPKIN.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SpTxx16gi0I/AAAAAAAAABU/DowtSyi6LL8/s72-c/cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-6340106409932296545</id><published>2009-08-25T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:14:25.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXHAUSTING DAYS AT ORIGIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SpOPLtEwekI/AAAAAAAAABM/KsSau7tpKLc/s1600-h/IMG_9048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SpOPLtEwekI/AAAAAAAAABM/KsSau7tpKLc/s320/IMG_9048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373796211624016450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really bummed. first day, hanging out, still having my mum around but then my mum left me ngeheh. And then, I went to this morning market, and got this cool vintage looking blouse around rm23 and bought stuff at THONG FAT haha sounds like the thong is fat to make cookies. And the 3rd day, I had complete fasting my tummy off. And today where I got home and onlining and continue-ing my boring days again and again. SUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-6340106409932296545?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/6340106409932296545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/08/exhausting-days-at-origin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6340106409932296545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/6340106409932296545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/08/exhausting-days-at-origin.html' title='EXHAUSTING DAYS AT ORIGIN'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SpOPLtEwekI/AAAAAAAAABM/KsSau7tpKLc/s72-c/IMG_9048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-9164225187588985320</id><published>2009-08-23T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:41:55.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE HELL?!</title><content type='html'>Neah, just to show off how bored am i. LOL. Obviously this so called fasting month is killing me like yeahaa. I know that I'm the one who had to put myself in this mess. I really really need something to do anyway. Lol. SHIIIIIIIIIT! When I'm gonna had a real life anyway? Wait lemme get my nigga song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zqd7JZozXoQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zqd7JZozXoQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-9164225187588985320?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/9164225187588985320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/9164225187588985320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/9164225187588985320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-hell.html' title='WHAT THE HELL?!'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-3073539166064293735</id><published>2009-08-21T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:51:33.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IFREAKINGNEEDYOMAMA'SBATHTUB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/So5RxO1xX0I/AAAAAAAAABE/SinUzK5u5Wo/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/So5RxO1xX0I/AAAAAAAAABE/SinUzK5u5Wo/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372321311738650434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i'm really lethargic of being bored. I really am hate of myself being so cynical that people hates me back. I'm a bitch, no doubt. I can't get my ass to a better place where I should belong, where else? HELL. Sometimes I wanna says "fuck yo mama fo being so jerk". Idk why, sometimes we had to throw the bads, keep the goods.  But i can't, I wanna be a somebody. Who doesn't exist in freaking asshole kind of life you know. I hate fights, Hello, norule, is so not you. Don't be such a moron. I had no doubt to head off for a new life. I'm not gonna be fully sarcastic, cynical and pessimistic. I'm gonna be a  better person after this, just watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-3073539166064293735?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/3073539166064293735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/08/ifreakingneedyomamasbathtub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3073539166064293735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3073539166064293735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/08/ifreakingneedyomamasbathtub.html' title='IFREAKINGNEEDYOMAMA&apos;SBATHTUB'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/So5RxO1xX0I/AAAAAAAAABE/SinUzK5u5Wo/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-1539779659726231292</id><published>2009-08-19T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:35:10.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few lotta words.</title><content type='html'>That very day, I'm in a death standard trauma.&lt;br /&gt;guess what? I've choked a "fizzy cola" sweets and gone to SJMC&lt;br /&gt;wanna know how? well firstly, after done with my stupid EXAM TEST. around 6.42, I was finding something to solute in my mouth. Then, I accidentally choked it and went to clinic to take it out but unfortunately, the clinic can't do anything. So, I went to SJMC for an X-RAY test. found out it already gone. Feuh, finally. but the hospital bills just for a simple checkup cost around rm152. damn, I am really gonna trauma ever since the choking, swallowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I had my new nametag and my boyfies blueekkk :p I am really bummed. Died of boredome, not h1n1. Ok let me tell you my date of not going to schl.&lt;br /&gt;Before exam weeks, I didn't came for a week because of my fever.&lt;br /&gt;And then i didn't came for two days during exam weeks, I only came for exams.&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I didn't came for three days after the exam weeks&lt;br /&gt;And another after that. I am right now, homesick and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current cravings: surya's english bread pudding and chocolates&lt;br /&gt;I really really need my eff you see kay ai and ji money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-1539779659726231292?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/1539779659726231292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-lotta-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1539779659726231292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1539779659726231292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-lotta-words.html' title='A few lotta words.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-3878105782546215413</id><published>2009-07-11T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:16:46.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a feeling</title><content type='html'>Tonight's gonna be a good night&lt;br /&gt;tonight's gonna be a good good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a today (:&lt;br /&gt;Iloveyousomuchiemuch b. I can't forget your innocent laughter, our holding hands and our hugging and stuff. Aww, i know you will do anything for me aite? I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw nayly, shuttup I will post the damn picture l8er.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-3878105782546215413?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/3878105782546215413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3878105782546215413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/3878105782546215413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-feeling.html' title='I got a feeling'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-7844804447329941324</id><published>2009-06-29T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:19:38.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campfire Night</title><content type='html'>Sorry for a long time no posting, too busy with some other stuff, heh. Well, campfire night was kind of okay but still there's no satisfaction for us at the back. We can't even watch scouts performances properly due to our shortness and our position. But, the whole audience in action was around 10, where people enjoy dancing on the dancefloor. Anyway, I will be showing you a picture that describes what does campfire night look like later. Because I am apparently lost my darn USB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-7844804447329941324?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/7844804447329941324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/06/campfire-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7844804447329941324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7844804447329941324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/06/campfire-night.html' title='Campfire Night'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-1429087536825807726</id><published>2009-06-10T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T05:39:32.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello London</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/3981/img4644q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wasn't ready -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't london just as splendid as she sounds? I love london, after two years of asking and forcing him to get there, finally I'm there. I occupied my weeks there by using double decker bus with and oyster card for adults and free for children below 10-.- My dad used me as a 10 y/o kid to get a cheap price for oyster card. Googled oyster card if you want to have a look at it. My bro introduces oyster card for a better price. It's about 14 pounds and you can use it for free in a week, very valuable I might say. If my bro doesn't told my dad, my dad will just wasting hundreds of pounds on public transportation. Equals to hundreds and hundreds of RM. We went to various places such as Oxford Street(one of our faves), Oxford Circus, Picaddily Circus, Covent Garden, Shepherd Bush and the best part we take a tour bus to circle the town of london. I got to see Big Ben, all Palaces in London, all bridges in london and just LONDON. My dad told me and my family to not shop before we had our takeoff to London but it turns all the way around. Our favourite shopping place is Harrods(knightsbridge), Oxford Street, Covent Garden(Aldwych), and not forgetting Westfield(Shepherd Bush). My dad spent about RM15000 just on shopping and we were like woahh. Guess what? I met Britney Spears at our place, Hyde Park with her son. We didn't go to O2 Arena for her concert because we don't know when to go. Apparently, while I saw her, my chance of taking a picture with her is crashing down the drain as my battery is loss to 0%. Nevermind, at least I saw her although there's no proof for you to see. I am so thrilled for chipmunks friendlyness. We made this weird sort of sound that makes the chipmunk came forward to us. I have touch two of em, yeay me! I captured birds like swans, ducks and other and also chipmunks. To look the best pictures that I have taken at London, go myspace and there's an album called "gambar rajah". If you like em, comment it please(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-1429087536825807726?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/1429087536825807726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-london.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1429087536825807726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1429087536825807726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-london.html' title='Hello London'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-5365110824403103434</id><published>2009-05-15T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:54:31.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Unfair</title><content type='html'>Yeap, life is not fair. Curse you zheng yi, just give the ping pong password lahhh! Oh i had fun todaaaay, Superb, yesterday and another yesterday WHOAH, high gile doh. Last last yesterday, We played truth and dare, include Me, Su, Jun mae, CJD, raymus, zheng yi, wee keat, yue yang, jack wann, alyssa and myb thts all. I had the most truth and dare. LOL, some shit memories (: Yesterday, was quite normal. I'm just hanging around in class, although I'm effin lazy to be in school bcos maximum of our subject teachers didn't come. Haih, well gotta complete my attendance so that I no need to bring MC. Well today was seriously a wild day, definitely wild. Raymus use compasses and stab guo Zhi, he got warning letter. Haha, now our class had the highest rate of cases that is 9 cases. We are actually planning for our school carnival on what to sell. Surya planning on making a dancefloor. Then, I argued with her like loads. If our school is a free to fly type, our teachers may approve it but this school is not that type. Well, we're searching for a better theme. anyway, link &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pingpongsux.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; (: Oh anyway this last two days, I had a porn mind. Seriously, i talk porn craps. Idk why. I even write on Jun mae's desk, "Aku Gila Porn" with a booby drawing. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-5365110824403103434?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/5365110824403103434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-unfair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5365110824403103434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5365110824403103434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-unfair.html' title='Life is Unfair'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-2182272421810712903</id><published>2009-05-05T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:53:29.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i343.photobucket.com/albums/o445/haygurlhaymari/photography/page6/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? I've been loving you always, I miss your touch, your kiss and most of all, I miss you. No, this is not what I wanted to have with all my life. Oh baby, I wanna see you, meet you. Please, return to me baby. I want your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; lays on me. Please oh please, don't let my tears drop to my cheeks for your goodbyes. I'm not tough, I have no strength to live my life alone. I want you to be with me, forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I've created it, like it? Just simple boredom strikes, love cures me. the end. haha, gosh this is humiliating lol -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-2182272421810712903?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/2182272421810712903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2182272421810712903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/2182272421810712903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-274021246659023406</id><published>2009-05-01T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:05:50.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieves me</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was going to post that I was satisfied that she talks to me. And I was like "foinally".&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't remember noww. Anyway, I am so expressing myself to all the guys on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GIRLS ARE NOT&lt;/span&gt; TOYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yeah, girls are so not a toy to play with them and then throw em' up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 1: once you had a girlfriend you should not like another girl because it's called "cheating"&lt;br /&gt;                 No, seriously what are you? A player? A scammer? or a Sneaky Ass Liar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 2: Once you're in love with a girl, do not let her wait. Be with her not forget her. She's yours. make a move and she's so into you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 3: Do not be jealous if your girlfriend talks to other guy, find out whether she likes the guy or not. Don't just simply mad at her or something. She won't do that infront of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, which are you? I've had all the options. That's why I'm posting it. You couldn't careless about it if I told you face to face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-274021246659023406?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/274021246659023406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/05/relieves-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/274021246659023406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/274021246659023406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/05/relieves-me.html' title='Relieves me'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-223721454403828123</id><published>2009-04-29T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:51:57.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Three cheers for NORULE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my blog is done, I am so darn tired thinking of some designs. And it seems to be many linkers now. HAHA, I love linking people. No, seriously. Well okay, night loves &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-223721454403828123?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/223721454403828123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/04/updated-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/223721454403828123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/223721454403828123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/04/updated-d.html' title='Updated :D'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-7481500457161842624</id><published>2009-04-28T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:59:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you good in bed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/2990/img2675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in the mood to talk steaming word. haha and im currently addicted to my calculator. I can type in "norulerock", "fucker", "bitch", "boob", "babi". and seriously most of it, CURSE. Yeah. I am in the mood for horny talks. but NO I'm typically busy with my folios right now so I ain't continue talking. We should chat after I am not "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I chat with Shahira, we write down stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/2006/96308296.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-7481500457161842624?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/7481500457161842624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-good-in-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7481500457161842624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/7481500457161842624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-good-in-bed.html' title='Are you good in bed?'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-475971293823475336</id><published>2009-04-21T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:07:55.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new world begins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I had a big fight with surya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Everybody had a little misunderstanding.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But yeah, we're okay now only Surya doesn't slap our boobies, weird o.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And I had a fever today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yeaaah, and ariff is mad at me because of my weird attitude.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I had no mood to chat to anyone. I am so friggin tired and need to finish my project.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And I am seriously out of words now. Byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-475971293823475336?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/475971293823475336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-world-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/475971293823475336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/475971293823475336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-world-begins.html' title='A new world begins.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-1904656550151647989</id><published>2009-04-19T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T05:54:49.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norule, Surya And Shahreen Says:</title><content type='html'>HAHA that title was dedicated to ariff! We chat with Ariff so like they were using my name and I don't like it so Surya put it into Norule, Surya and Shahreen. And I was like "are you serious" and I laugh my pants off. So we chat and chat talking about our life and underage stuff. And me and shahreen planning to get SURYA bumm. And ariff found out surya likes him and he went all "OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE IT". Surya didn't know cos I ask surya to go upstairs with me fetch my camera over. And then su and shah were having catfight rolling on the floor pinching each other boobs. Sorry, it is so not my problem so I'm not into it. Around 6.15 we went to padang to meet Hafiz, Shahreen's Boyfie. Then, we heard the ice-cream man fart and shahreen laughing out loud whereas me and Surya just don't care about it. There were many black hommies at padang and Shahreen keep saying "Mahalo2". Pfft, she nuts. Surya sent me back around 7. And there goes today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-1904656550151647989?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/1904656550151647989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/04/norule-surya-and-shahreen-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1904656550151647989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/1904656550151647989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/04/norule-surya-and-shahreen-says.html' title='Norule, Surya And Shahreen Says:'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-5682846424397358565</id><published>2009-04-18T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:38:11.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPORTS DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///H:/gambar2ku/IMG_1430.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///H:/gambar2ku/IMG_1430.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/3555/img1652c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the best day and so do a day of sweat perspiration. Seriously, darn hot. I was elected as photographer winkwink*. Actually, I went to MPSJ for folios but the teacher wants my pictures. So, I can't deny it right? There was a lot of hot girls and guys to be envied. A lot of fun "senamrobik" moves, red team was the best, Fazrian was the best. HAHA. I never know fahim had DSLR for his birthday? And Surya was like so athletic looking hotstuff with shades ;P Everybody had a shades but I had a transitions glass blueeekkk ;p I can wear it anywhere and anytime unlike shades -.- I met some girls I thought they weren't from seafield. HAHA! Sorry Yana, your hot -.- Firstly, I thought you're a form 1 because you look like one. Asha got her sports day too and after that she hangout at taipan and invited me but I was going to Summit. Seriously, I met Meor there but I ignored him. He had a GIRL FRIEND. Darn it, thank god he didn't see me. And Nini's dudes were doing parkour. Showing off their skills =___= Me and Nini and Nayly did the same thing but just small baby steps hahaha. We went home by 6.30 with sweats. eeeyuuuuckkkk! I am so gonna regret today. But I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-5682846424397358565?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/5682846424397358565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/04/sports-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5682846424397358565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/5682846424397358565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/04/sports-day.html' title='SPORTS DAY!'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-9058487058074163818</id><published>2009-04-16T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:41:29.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imitative Sarcasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/5506/18636595f09160199c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this picture is taken by somebody, dunno who the hell is that. BRYAN ADAMS HIGH SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are blur in the morning of course you cannot get the idea right? But still the teacher were like so damn sarcastic. Making fun of each every one of us. Seriously, I dislike Pn. Teh. I hate when she tell jokes about us and scolding us for our simple mistakes. It's just one mistake, scolding is doing no good but advising and teach em how to do was like the part of the deal. New kid, still blur is not for letting out your anger. She was just a new kid, of course she can't be every part of her brain? Damn. I am really dissapointed of teacher nowadays. HELLLOOO?? People learnt from their mistakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-9058487058074163818?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/9058487058074163818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/04/imitative-sarcasm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/9058487058074163818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/9058487058074163818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/04/imitative-sarcasm.html' title='Imitative Sarcasm'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-4173808363310013712</id><published>2009-04-16T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:33:54.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THIS POST DOWN THEREEE IS ENTIRELY LAST YEAR. I AM CONTINUE BACK THIS YEAR. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am being forced to blogging by ASHA -.- hahaha I hardly blogging actually. Today was pathetically boring. And I had a pen fight with Surya. We need pen man! So we had our head push, and I felt itchy. I thought there's a flea and then everybody start searching for my flea, even Zheng yi too. Jennifer and I was like mama monkey and little monkey. Gosh, Agama is quite boring. There's no teacher and nothing to do so we just hanging around spraying water and kicking each other asses to get satisfaction. I was so darn exhausted from that part. Anyway, Sports day is just around the corner. I will update some pictures soon. Well toodles, I have to hand off the keyboard. I need to go to sleep for tomorrow Science tuition. BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&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/5370505161389874925-4173808363310013712?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/4173808363310013712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/4173808363310013712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/4173808363310013712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-again.html' title='HELLO AGAIN!'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370505161389874925.post-8839919018786698593</id><published>2008-12-30T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:43:08.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mistakes.</title><content type='html'>Sorry. I've just deleted my blog then I felt like there's nothing to do so I will continue my world of blog again. Yesterday, I went to pavilion and got this cool bag. Then we went to LA BODEGA. We saw Adlin Aman Ramlie and Manjalara girl. Kind of weird because there's only two of them. Some scandal perhaps? And they were staring at me so in my head I was like "ni mesti nk cari org utk berlakon aa neh, fuyoo bestnye". But that was just hope. Daydream fanatic dork. Anyway this 5th Jan will be reunited form 2 kids. What I was trying to say, I'm turning out to be evening session seniors. Cool huh? But I'll try to be best in school after this. I want to make a change in my life. Guess what? My cousin Hidayah got 8A's in PMR. Lucky her, Congratulations! I am now chatting with and webcamming with her. The best part is we talk about our shits haha. Ok here's some pictures of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/5533/nayllllllyll6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/391/teddygb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/9920/roarnp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kami memang gile kenapa tak percaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5370505161389874925-8839919018786698593?l=norulemeletup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/feeds/8839919018786698593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2008/12/mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/8839919018786698593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370505161389874925/posts/default/8839919018786698593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norulemeletup.blogspot.com/2008/12/mistakes.html' title='The mistakes.'/><author><name>norule melancholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124601175621562379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gQVi4bxrDg/SVoIAN_w0AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EQgu0rKT0s0/S220/SANY0884.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
