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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!




Saturday, January 10, 2009
A week back, on Monday 5th, my direct family, and our extended families (maternal/paternal) gathered together to bid farewell for a last (chey, so drama) time to my sister, who was migrating to Italy, to follow her husband after marriage.

I guess you could say I was kinda pissed off that a man could suddenly selit, selit, selit and masuk into my sister's life, and take her away from my family - just in 4 years. But it's her choice, not mine. It'll happen to me sometime soon as well, so what can I say, anyhow, right?

It was an emotional day, where I'm sure that the only few eyes left were to the heartless people who couldn't even give two hoots about my sister - I'm talking about you here, Haikal. I know you'll stumble upon this post some time or another, and I'll make sure you feel my eyes burning on you. Asshole. The only thing he could care about was my sister's room, and transforming it into his bloody 360 room. Gi mampos la!

I won't type much now, as I'm thinking about how to persuade my mother to let me go out with Wira for my birthday. I've got a pretty solid argument right now, but hey, you can't be too sure, right? :)

My cousin Fuzzy was taking a photo of the scene, and Nazry took a photo of her.

Fuzzy trying to take a photo again, but got camblocked by Nazry.
P.s. I do not look like him.


Finally.

Close-up! :) Look at the 3 similar faces in the front, ok.

With the Tampines (Maternal) side of the family.

With mother's friends.

With the family's friends. Don't ask me why I'm sitting on brother's lap, and why my face was like that.
Emotional mah. *Points at sister*


Updates on the week coming up tomorrow, after my birthday. See, I very nice one, I remind you all. Pfft!