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Tabitchee


Sawadikaap.
Lot noi dai mai?
Diana, 15, Bitchy.
Serenades turn her on!



Danny O'Donoghue.
Controlled by fate.
Bringing, breaking love.
Ours was not meant to be.
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.
Damn!

Boombox

And I don't even know
me anymore.


Quickies

For when I'm
LAZY!



Nordiana Noordin's Facebook profile


Jeritan Sepi

Ehe! Leave a tag, yah!
Khorb koon!




Monday, December 29, 2008
I'm sorry for not updating for a month, readers. Life has been haphazard for me - my sister's wedding, tournaments, my love life - it's a wonder I'm actually still keeping my cool. I can't update on my sister's solemnization, wedding dinner or lunch just yet, unfortunately, as not all the pictures are with me. But I'll update on how my TJCSC netball team's tournament went. Not as if there's much to say anyway. Sheesh.

We arrived there bright and early on 8.30am, a half hour before the games began. We registered and chatted with our neighbourhood's soccer boys, until Feekah nudged me and whispered rather loudly, "Eh, aren't those the guys from last year?". And it was, the bloody mat rep soccer players from the previous year who pissed off the entire team, by calling out our names randomly (we had our names emblazoned on our shirts), and repeated asking for our numbers even though we made it clear we were not interested in ugly guys like them.

We had our matches, narrowly losing two. By then it was already looking bleak for us, and half of the team had lost hopes already. But who cares, right? At least Kak Diana wasn't there!

We got home at around 4pm, and took a nap until it was time for our sports council dinner, where all of the sports teams from TJCSC met up together for a dinner to 'bond' together. Yeah right! All of the teams just huddled together, and not one of us broke out of our cliques to actually interact with the other teams. Good bonding, mates. Haha!

With Jasmine bby.
Noi, the irritating faced one. Hahaha!
Kak Hani, my supposed godsister.

The other photos I will upload another time, as they are still in my phone. I'm a bit lazy to update at this moment, as I'm currently playing Pet Society on Facebook - it's brainless fun, for goodness sake. Updates after the jump, ok? :)