<?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-7967027691628692471</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:25:14.843-07:00</updated><category term='BOBOBOBOBOBY.'/><category term='mudpie.'/><title type='text'>oS'walds.</title><subtitle type='html'>Everybody scream your hearts out;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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type='html'>That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's been making sense.&lt;br /&gt;I figured I shouldn't be that nice and smile about everything now.&lt;br /&gt;I realise I've been too concerned bout people who's been giving me heaps of shit.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm gonna be totally heartless, but i'm learning this new thing where I don't really put my heart soul and brains for someone to the extent of getting paranoid for them and apologising when I haven't done anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I may be getting angry over the littlest things, but I won't feel this way unless I know I've put in loadsa effort into something, and I deserve a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope to wake up with a heart a little tougher than a cushion.&lt;br /&gt;And brains which are as big as anchovies so I don't have to have huge memories on anything and everything. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-5346436038053421955?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5346436038053421955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5346436038053421955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-8099171876527911190</id><published>2010-03-14T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T07:27:02.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed;</title><content type='html'>it's not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it still is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-8099171876527911190?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8099171876527911190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8099171876527911190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/03/disappointed.html' title='disappointed;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-8227124417200721487</id><published>2010-03-11T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:41:15.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummm,</title><content type='html'>Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats a day out with mom.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to her made me feel happy, even if it's only for 3hrs.&lt;br /&gt;Will definitely miss her when I'm away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-8227124417200721487?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8227124417200721487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8227124417200721487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/03/mummm.html' title='Mummm,'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-3139970728257566415</id><published>2010-03-11T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:32:53.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>@.@</title><content type='html'>Hi I'm getting so little sleep every night.&lt;br /&gt;It's terrible how I tried to sleep but always get distracted.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll end up sleeping like around 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; wake up at nine the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it ah panda eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-3139970728257566415?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3139970728257566415'/><link 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head-smacking manner.&lt;br /&gt;Ankle Ankle(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I got pissed with a lot of things lately.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays somehow make me think alot,my head's messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; talking otp with a guy for the first time after a full year feels different now.&lt;br /&gt;Made me roll my eyes so much.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I've lost so much feeling to you I guess (and maybe you too).&lt;br /&gt;I thought I used to be articulate and talking sense,&lt;br /&gt;I just crapped my way through last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;Ankle's hurting again, Owww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-3300848016030974052?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3300848016030974052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3300848016030974052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/03/bright-lights.html' title='bright lights;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-1368554490776254762</id><published>2010-03-10T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:44:55.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>strange;</title><content type='html'>being the only person who can make me feel shitty all day,&lt;br /&gt;but the first person i run to to spill my beans,&lt;br /&gt;i call this the strangest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant think i cant think i cant think.&lt;br /&gt;why do i think march is always the gloomiest month of the year?&lt;br /&gt;although i felt extremely happy just attending two of my bestest buddies' surprise party.&lt;br /&gt;sorry though, i kept quiet all night.&lt;br /&gt;my ankle was killing me i hardly could move and my mood was getting bad.&lt;br /&gt;but you guys should know just how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sometimes i don't know if letting go of my principle'll make me look even more like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; right now i just feel like im the sickest biatch ever&lt;br /&gt;because all i ever do is complain and whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Afiq i owe you something. I'll figure out what to write once I'm back to my senses&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, fuckety fruck fruck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1368554490776254762?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1368554490776254762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1368554490776254762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/03/strange.html' title='strange;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-2581886528169209702</id><published>2010-03-09T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:14:47.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cannot):</title><content type='html'>It's that sucky feeling you get when you really want to do something badly,&lt;br /&gt;but doing it will make you feel so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that,&lt;br /&gt;I freakin' love this particular pict,&lt;br /&gt;but not so sure if i should put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I freakin want to wear shorts,&lt;br /&gt;but that'll only make me seem like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-2581886528169209702?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2581886528169209702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2581886528169209702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/03/cannot.html' title='cannot):'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-6773118171174050869</id><published>2010-03-08T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:45:45.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentel;</title><content type='html'>I love today's weather,&lt;br /&gt;easily because it reminds me&lt;br /&gt; of how you used to make fun of me for loving this gloomy thing(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;because I've been missing you too much lately.&lt;br /&gt;But you've got huge ego,&lt;br /&gt;but so do I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-6773118171174050869?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6773118171174050869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6773118171174050869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/03/sentimentel.html' title='Sentimentel;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-4188431496695019625</id><published>2010-03-05T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:11:56.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape artist never dies,</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;take me far far away from Singapore pleasee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-4188431496695019625?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4188431496695019625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4188431496695019625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/03/escape-artist-never-dies.html' title='Escape artist never dies,'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-1813554027037807356</id><published>2010-03-05T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T02:30:11.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody's (not) perfect,</title><content type='html'>HI.&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY REALISE I AM A NOBODY.&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT SEEMS TO BE THE COOLEST SH*T ATM &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I'LL SPEND THE REST OF HOLS DOING SH*T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1813554027037807356?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1813554027037807356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1813554027037807356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/03/nobodys-not-perfect.html' title='nobody&apos;s (not) perfect,'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-2874719528537713918</id><published>2010-03-04T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T03:19:16.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.</title><content type='html'>Yay I kinda feel happy looking at the rest of my friends and admiring what good life they have(:&lt;br /&gt;and then I can't stop wondering when will it be my turn.&lt;br /&gt;But I've been quite a loser lah all these years, and if that's great I must have been alien.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have given up long long ago on hopeless romances.&lt;br /&gt;Because everytime I start falling for someone, things will just fcukfcukfcuking go wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-2874719528537713918?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2874719528537713918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2874719528537713918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='-.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-7413210803412819923</id><published>2010-03-01T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:10:22.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>impulse;</title><content type='html'>I've learnt this from countless events, from the littlest things to the life-changing phenomena:&lt;br /&gt;"Never have too high hopes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hopes so high for the freakin shoe,&lt;br /&gt;the smallest size is 7.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then i got a Tif&amp;Co. myself, pathetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first week of holidays is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-7413210803412819923?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7413210803412819923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7413210803412819923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/03/impulse.html' title='impulse;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-6538232902744355524</id><published>2010-02-25T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:55:46.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>over the rainbow;</title><content type='html'>HEH speaking of rainbows,&lt;br /&gt;i just checked the previous chat logs anddd hmm not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, &lt;br /&gt;good thing exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;but not that good when it means that I have more time to worry about some other things.&lt;br /&gt;Alex help me unwind please.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; can't wait for this sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating between VANS and Pointers.&lt;br /&gt;But Pointers cost a bomb siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway gdluck to my besties who are still sitting for exams.&lt;br /&gt;And Din hope first day in camp's goooood.&lt;br /&gt;And mimi gdluck for interview at Shari-La.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The rest seeyou this sat.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Fibs monday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Mira time to get slumberr no patients already!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; dear you you i dont like it when i i am beginning to miss you yes miss you haish.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; adel I think my jaw tissues are thinning and i can;t chew properly must be all the LAUGHING ~AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA GNIGHT WORLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-6538232902744355524?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6538232902744355524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6538232902744355524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/02/over-rainbow.html' title='over the rainbow;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-4468578352101711581</id><published>2010-02-23T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:05:56.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boho;</title><content type='html'>Today,&lt;br /&gt;I ran after a bus for the first time after five years or so.&lt;br /&gt;And I could not squeeze in.&lt;br /&gt;I swear upon the do-not-chase-after buses policy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-4468578352101711581?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4468578352101711581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4468578352101711581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/02/boho.html' title='Boho;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-8311962916285282119</id><published>2010-02-20T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T05:33:09.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee;</title><content type='html'>SHIT SHIT SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not helping at all.&lt;br /&gt;Exams starting this coming monday,&lt;br /&gt;i'm more or less done studying for the first paper,&lt;br /&gt;but i still can't get enough of romantic films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been six months since i've last indulged in this collection of movies &lt;br /&gt;because only I know why.&lt;br /&gt;But shit lah, it's making me fall all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stop stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-8311962916285282119?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8311962916285282119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8311962916285282119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/02/coffee.html' title='coffee;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-8485265106651731066</id><published>2010-02-16T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:09:22.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex,</title><content type='html'>You know the feeling of not knowing where to place your fingers on a guitar fret,&lt;br /&gt;although you've looked at it a gazilliaon times.&lt;br /&gt;it's exactly what i am feeling at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know where to put you,&lt;br /&gt;although i've thought through it a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I thought we've got chemistry, aw.&lt;br /&gt;Alex):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-8485265106651731066?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8485265106651731066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8485265106651731066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/02/alex.html' title='Alex,'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-7204225321347640790</id><published>2010-02-12T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:31:05.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love's a lie;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/S3Y4uE0SDKI/AAAAAAAAAuI/BnEJ5x5CnSs/s1600-h/tumblr_kxpk65Icla1qzaykoo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/S3Y4uE0SDKI/AAAAAAAAAuI/BnEJ5x5CnSs/s400/tumblr_kxpk65Icla1qzaykoo1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437595964314619042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so are you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-7204225321347640790?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7204225321347640790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7204225321347640790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/02/loves-lie.html' title='love&apos;s a lie;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/S3Y4uE0SDKI/AAAAAAAAAuI/BnEJ5x5CnSs/s72-c/tumblr_kxpk65Icla1qzaykoo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-2279919862955682686</id><published>2010-02-12T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:18:08.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whenever i think about you;</title><content type='html'>Heh, haven't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Even on tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;Not because nothing's been happening, too many are happening.&lt;br /&gt;In my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to pay this blog a visit.&lt;br /&gt;Heh kinda missed whatever that's written in here.&lt;br /&gt;But more specifically kinda miss whatever that happened here.&lt;br /&gt;Life's way too different now.&lt;br /&gt;People change, and seeing the same thing happening infront of me again with different people just makes me paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been awesome, because of the companion.&lt;br /&gt;Fathin and girls never fail to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yesterday hanging out with serene and serena made my day more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;It's been really long.&lt;br /&gt;Projects on the other hand, working on 'em has never been that fun.&lt;br /&gt;But i think teachers just think really differently from us(:&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay girls, i think our hard work still paid off! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; damn i think i'm smitten.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even explain why i'm smitten.&lt;br /&gt;i just had to ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like makeing eye contact's the hardest thing to do now.&lt;br /&gt;not because i hate you,&lt;br /&gt;but because i dont even want to think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on has never been that easy huh.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont feel like going out):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-2279919862955682686?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2279919862955682686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2279919862955682686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2010/02/whenever-i-think-about-you.html' title='whenever i think about you;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-865440642716469185</id><published>2009-11-25T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T03:05:25.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hush now;</title><content type='html'>A new day has come,&lt;br /&gt;so I figured that my blogger has gone wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not deleting this here,&lt;br /&gt;because there's just loadsa memorable posts,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm gonna be more actively updating my tumblelog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ozzie-0swalds.tumblr&lt;br /&gt;(it's a zero for the oswalds)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-865440642716469185?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/865440642716469185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/865440642716469185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/hush-now.html' title='hush now;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-7850116821429487352</id><published>2009-11-24T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:53:45.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUM-er;</title><content type='html'>I have a question.&lt;br /&gt;What goes through your mouth &amp; goes straight to your bum?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA,&lt;br /&gt;PS. I HATE SPERMS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-7850116821429487352?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7850116821429487352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7850116821429487352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/bum-er.html' title='BUM-er;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-3739436506318203569</id><published>2009-11-23T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:09:52.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clumsy;</title><content type='html'>I thought of doing away with blogger;&lt;br /&gt;but there're many many nice things here.&lt;br /&gt;too nice to be abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumblr's like freshly baked cookies out of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;but i pinkie i usck at tumbling.&lt;br /&gt;my com hates tumblr too, &lt;br /&gt;can't seem to view all the tabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm,&lt;br /&gt;e-learning stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-3739436506318203569?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3739436506318203569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3739436506318203569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/clumsy.html' title='clumsy;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-8655244894222980083</id><published>2009-11-22T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:33:07.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>greatest gift;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SwoAB6Fn4PI/AAAAAAAAAt4/yLKck_2NWQA/s1600/reen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SwoAB6Fn4PI/AAAAAAAAAt4/yLKck_2NWQA/s400/reen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407134335384412402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come ask me what's so good about me;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I already have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing good about myself;&lt;br /&gt;but there's always something which completes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that is my awesome, awesomer &amp; awesomest friends.&lt;br /&gt;Having two birthdays in a year?&lt;br /&gt;It never crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;But last night, it was a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want two birthdays in a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Iraimi, I know you're most prolly the most annoying person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;But i don't deny you're always bursting with ideas,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that makes you the mastermind of this surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I love you best bud, you're just the bestest(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;to the rest of yall who made your way from work,&lt;br /&gt;shagged like crazy,&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, the surprise made me cry because I was so touched.&lt;br /&gt;I love every single one of you and I pray to God to strengthen this special bond we have because you guys are my very own angels.&lt;br /&gt;If there's no you, I don't even know where my fun comes from.&lt;br /&gt;I srsly love you guys, &lt;br /&gt;&amp; not getting to meet you guys for more than a month,&lt;br /&gt;I was srsly really grateful to meet up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that I had a week from hell,&lt;br /&gt;this pleasant surprise really made me sleep with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Dearest famiglia,&lt;br /&gt;I had the time of my life last night.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;But yall are heaven-sent &amp; I love yall to bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Friends for life, you guys forever rock like fish &amp; chips(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Of course,&lt;br /&gt;My family's the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;BBQ at Changi to celebrate mom's nephew's and cous' birthday was absolutely perfect.&lt;br /&gt;even though it rained on us.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i was trying so hard to be a hero to save the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Then I challenged this cute daredevil to skatescooter, he play cheat ah, I lost.&lt;br /&gt;Then I TRIED BLADING, I FELL DOWN LIKE SMELLY DURIAN.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for being my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for being strong and telling me that everything's alright even though I'm old enough to see what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for telling me not to weep, because only losers weep.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for teaching me how to be a strong woman and to face every challenge in life.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for scolding me if I think alot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Mom thanks so much for taking care of me throughout the eighteen years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a very stubborn kid but I just love how we quarrel because of different principles and cool it off within minutes.&lt;br /&gt;If there's one person who loves me with ALL her heart and soul, I know it's you.&lt;br /&gt;because no one beats moms(:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM.&lt;br /&gt;MAK YOU ROCK AH \M/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm happy I havent been turning to blogger these weekends &lt;br /&gt;because I only blog four times a day if I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;this just in,&lt;br /&gt;because good things are meant to be shared with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; haha my voice CMI ah.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry rais, you're a good guitarist(Y)(Y)(Y)&lt;br /&gt;MY VOICE LIKE CRAP)):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-8655244894222980083?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8655244894222980083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8655244894222980083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/greatest-gift.html' title='greatest gift;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SwoAB6Fn4PI/AAAAAAAAAt4/yLKck_2NWQA/s72-c/reen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-4565964697354413344</id><published>2009-11-19T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T02:30:55.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fkup</title><content type='html'>Today has gotta be one of the most fked up day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;61 has gotta be the most fked up bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-4565964697354413344?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4565964697354413344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4565964697354413344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/fkup.html' title='Fkup'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-5442158310628710326</id><published>2009-11-18T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:40:07.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SwT2IpsbnVI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-r8tnKRiciI/s1600/strong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SwT2IpsbnVI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-r8tnKRiciI/s320/strong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405716081243037010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today-.&lt;br /&gt;I'll ignore the whole world&lt;br /&gt;&amp; walk like I've got it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not being myself just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-5442158310628710326?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5442158310628710326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5442158310628710326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SwT2IpsbnVI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-r8tnKRiciI/s72-c/strong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-2385065790310159868</id><published>2009-11-18T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:06:47.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleak;</title><content type='html'>Ya know when life's a bleak,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;you're srsly desperate for some sorta inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;you know you gotta look at something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my little inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;you guys should look at soon-lee.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;see-saw designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-2385065790310159868?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2385065790310159868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2385065790310159868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/bleak.html' title='bleak;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-7437007390558818702</id><published>2009-11-18T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:49:01.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeyore;</title><content type='html'>i am a bloody idiot &lt;br /&gt;who can't lend a helping hand to anyone who srsly frkg need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay sorry, promise tmr will be a gd girl k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-7437007390558818702?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7437007390558818702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the reward i got at the end of a shitty day, was kinda purrfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although Gap's Fall collection was kinda pathetic,&lt;br /&gt;and i can't find anything i'll look good in because to(iff)day.&lt;br /&gt;dinner at swensens and good music at the fountain of wealth made me somewhat smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;fathin, without you school's less than fun.&lt;br /&gt;please get well):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping to unwind this weekends.&lt;br /&gt;please give me a good time ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1274400912654888444?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1274400912654888444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Prolly just tryna make my life more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;But i know it's just so srsly frkg wrong.&lt;br /&gt;what the velle am i thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to th malls.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, it'll take my mind off some srsly unneccessary things.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1307728605623743612?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1307728605623743612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1307728605623743612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/bubbly.html' title='bubbly;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-1418446390514623113</id><published>2009-11-17T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:35:54.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(((((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SwKYhbtU1ZI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Iu7EIa4bBfw/s1600/__meteor_shower___by_gloriakagome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SwKYhbtU1ZI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Iu7EIa4bBfw/s320/__meteor_shower___by_gloriakagome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405050202938987922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE FOR YESTERDAY,TODAY, TOMORROW &amp; EVER EVER AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sepak kau nye gigi baru tau!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely bowled over by Gabe Saporta now.&lt;br /&gt;Damn right, you make 'em good girls go bad.&lt;br /&gt;ME(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; WONDER WOMEN SHAHIRA!&lt;br /&gt;what is it that you're not good at?&lt;br /&gt;LOADSA LUCK FOR YOUR BAZAAR OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I WONT BE THERE,&lt;br /&gt;But you know i'm with you spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;i love you:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;There's meteor shower tonight.&lt;br /&gt;According to a'in,&lt;br /&gt;she hears it's between 12-5 am, &lt;br /&gt;at any open field.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; chi gee has this mass event where people stay overnight just to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;i want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1418446390514623113?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1418446390514623113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1418446390514623113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='(((((:'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7020580835745932789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday.html' title='Monday;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-6955552821607751218</id><published>2009-11-16T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:00:29.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiweeeeeeek;</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay today imma blog in M&amp;M language.&lt;br /&gt;because i somehow got the feel ah,&lt;br /&gt;WM is super infested with mats and minahs.&lt;br /&gt;Floating caps carrot pants all got siah down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK, here's when the action begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwek, aku bingit sak hari ni.&lt;br /&gt;first first jam aku pecah, machiam siaaaaaaaak kan.&lt;br /&gt;abis, sekolah 2 jam je buang current pe? (actually i happy ah)&lt;br /&gt;abis, laptop machiam terkencit seh. Perangai sakkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;tu tak pasal ah, cikgu hari ni machiam salah makan, scary to the impak maksima SIOL.&lt;br /&gt;(yes iraimi, i'm using yoour impak maksima jangan kembang)&lt;br /&gt;semalam mimpi tergolek-tergolek jatuh pat katil salah side agaknye tu pasal gitu.&lt;br /&gt;abis suara aku rock, baik punye ah.&lt;br /&gt;Machiam Ramli Syrup.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy aku pun rock maut,&lt;br /&gt;"Tmr we go vivo k, buy Naif's present?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ma, my birthday you never give me present"&lt;br /&gt;"In the process what. I got the toilet specially made for you at our new home"&lt;br /&gt;\M/ ah my mom, haha love her ttm ah&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;My face got jamban face? hehe, nvm still sexy i know.&lt;br /&gt;k shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, give up.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER HARD, kudos to M&amp;Ms.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, food for thought ah anyone and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;What's KIWEK?&lt;br /&gt;Until now i still dont know sia, i just say.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this is the best singlish post ever in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL, BECAUSE I ROCK&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-6955552821607751218?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6955552821607751218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6955552821607751218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/kiweeeeeeek.html' title='kiweeeeeeek;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-6892647228198796142</id><published>2009-11-15T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:24:26.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fashion toad;</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I am totally freaked out right now.&lt;br /&gt;My lecture's super dry so i decided to side track a little for a little &lt;br /&gt;fashion toast.&lt;br /&gt;I was scrolling down, too happily, and very pleased looking at the first few images i should say.&lt;br /&gt;I mean vintage Zara leather jackets, F21 leggings, Dolce &amp; Gabbana heels, Alexander Wang Bag.&lt;br /&gt;Tousled out-of bed hair, Boyfriend tees.&lt;br /&gt;I mean nothing can go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;SO PRETTY SRSLY.&lt;br /&gt;I would dress up like that if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I happily scrolled down again,&lt;br /&gt;I GOT SO FREAKED OUT LOOKING AT THE HALLOWEEN PICS.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, nothing's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But I mean the pics are wayy to louddd.&lt;br /&gt;Party animalss)):&lt;br /&gt;&amp; THE FACT THAT I WAS IN CLASS AND EVERYONE ELSE BEHIND ME COULD SEE WHAT'S ON THE SCREEN GOT ME REALLY FREAKED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I wont sidetrack again in class):&lt;br /&gt;But overall, FASHION TOAST'S AWESOME. I MEAN RUMI'S AN INSPIRATION(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-6892647228198796142?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6892647228198796142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6892647228198796142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/fashion-toad.html' title='fashion toad;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-6256695008142881835</id><published>2009-11-15T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T05:13:52.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two;</title><content type='html'>YAY, updated zee playlist.&lt;br /&gt;I love Two is Better Than One.&lt;br /&gt;Rais, so sorry for sounding like a tranny.&lt;br /&gt;Or else I oculd have sang on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I miss friends alot.&lt;br /&gt;I think now I'm like a machine with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I get so caught up with routines.&lt;br /&gt;Look in the mirror smile.&lt;br /&gt;Sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;Dress up.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;Tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thats pretty much about it.&lt;br /&gt;I do that everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hanging out,&lt;br /&gt;trying out new things.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;finding simple things which amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to do things alone.&lt;br /&gt;But later like lone ranger ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh unneccessary post.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; CAN I TELL ALL OF YOU THAT FATHIN'S BEING SOOOOO SWEET(L)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-6256695008142881835?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6256695008142881835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6256695008142881835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/two.html' title='two;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-3081629078155210924</id><published>2009-11-15T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:31:38.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL'S BEING A BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;Scroo you, fudge.&lt;br /&gt;But on a lighter note, I'm happy it got me distracted for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Or else, I would have gathered all the dark thoughts AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent this weekends mostly in a misery coma,&lt;br /&gt;coming with super shallow jokes I've never thought I could come out with &lt;br /&gt;and laughing at them while everyone else gave awkward reactions like crickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of going to school tmr, &lt;br /&gt;just pinned me down to pillows. &lt;br /&gt;The Elephant of Depression wasn't just parked on my chest,&lt;br /&gt;it was relaxing together with the Walrus of Gloom.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the Hippo of Bleak Friday Nights In Alone.&lt;br /&gt;They all had Heineken in their hands, and were settling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm skipping lecture tmr,&lt;br /&gt;because PHOTOG's taking up most of the space.&lt;br /&gt;Week 5 is bullshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-3081629078155210924?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3081629078155210924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3081629078155210924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/schools-being-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-510908577715479384</id><published>2009-11-13T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:23:00.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sap it;</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep at night and couldn't breathe properly;&lt;br /&gt;my nose's freakin blocked,&lt;br /&gt;and then the next moment, it runs like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;and my voice's playing hide and seek with me.&lt;br /&gt;one moment it's there another it isnt.&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a really bad coughh and terrible headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muumuu A'in is so freakin' adorable can.&lt;br /&gt;"Allow yourself to wallow in self-pity for three days. Watch sappy movies, listen to sappy songs, cry all you want. Then accept and move on!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp; KICK ASS((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is I already feel like kicking ass now, but I'm freakin ill.&lt;br /&gt;AWWH):&lt;br /&gt;my cousin bought me BIG FISH but ive got no appetite to eattttttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-510908577715479384?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/510908577715479384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/510908577715479384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/sap-it.html' title='sap it;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-2629521686826529120</id><published>2009-11-13T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T05:32:48.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwell;</title><content type='html'>and i belardy feel so weak now.&lt;br /&gt;ive never been sick twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;i just recovered from gastric,&lt;br /&gt;now i'm down with a terrible sore throat and runny nose.&lt;br /&gt;I belardy sound like a tranny now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's wonderful(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-2629521686826529120?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2629521686826529120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2629521686826529120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/unwell.html' title='unwell;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-5424986029230332478</id><published>2009-11-13T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T05:16:36.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARE;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sv1cLLR0U3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/SpcVuKoZ3Lk/s1600-h/Sleeping_Beauty_by_Onceuponatime13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sv1cLLR0U3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/SpcVuKoZ3Lk/s400/Sleeping_Beauty_by_Onceuponatime13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403576474990302066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Little girls with dreams become women with vision".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally realise that I dont have to suck it in no longer.&lt;br /&gt;So what if the after-effects turn out to be super bad.&lt;br /&gt;At least, I know I'm daring enough to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thats what matters most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-5424986029230332478?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5424986029230332478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5424986029230332478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/dare.html' title='DARE;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sv1cLLR0U3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/SpcVuKoZ3Lk/s72-c/Sleeping_Beauty_by_Onceuponatime13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-3022885052507584351</id><published>2009-11-11T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:55:25.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>butter;</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm a reality TV show contestant now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drop-dead nervous right now in Photog.&lt;br /&gt;My assignment will get its share of critics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine;&lt;br /&gt;a bottle of HCL,&lt;br /&gt;being swirled around,&lt;br /&gt;then you shake it up down left right,&lt;br /&gt;then you turn it upside down.&lt;br /&gt;Pause.&lt;br /&gt;Look at it,&lt;br /&gt;Then do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my stomache right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting the side effects of gastric meds.&lt;br /&gt;It's making me real dizzeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why photography.&lt;br /&gt;This week's not been running smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Even today feels like crap.&lt;br /&gt;Even more crappy when I grew my nails just do get French mani,&lt;br /&gt;but my middle fingernail cracked like bugtooth.&lt;br /&gt;WTH, i must have cursed someone with my middle finger in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad, as sad as can be)):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-3022885052507584351?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3022885052507584351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3022885052507584351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/butter.html' title='butter;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-2549670165792546938</id><published>2009-11-11T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:47:04.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>candle;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvqyP9Nhb_I/AAAAAAAAAtI/falrlLvErxE/s1600-h/PB111667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvqyP9Nhb_I/AAAAAAAAAtI/falrlLvErxE/s400/PB111667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402826690183393266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS I HEART SERENE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course fathin and gangg((:&lt;br /&gt;our group managed to present well,&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that wiki wiki was pms-ing.&lt;br /&gt;TWOO THUMBS UP(and all the other fingers) for you girlsss&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's no serene,&lt;br /&gt;i think the Lil Guilin and the CKP ahpeks wouldve made me cry to death.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;fathin thanks for having to listen to my farty crap&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photog's making me ill.&lt;br /&gt;GFS make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Boys make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;I bet i'm gonna write you a letter(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-2549670165792546938?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2549670165792546938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2549670165792546938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/candle.html' title='candle;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvqyP9Nhb_I/AAAAAAAAAtI/falrlLvErxE/s72-c/PB111667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-8571651885645563530</id><published>2009-11-09T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:39:06.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummy's lil girl;</title><content type='html'>Heheh, no one's praising me.&lt;br /&gt;So let me be shame shame,&lt;br /&gt;and praise myself down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COMPLETED HBM TUT.&lt;br /&gt;hehe im the proudest sick girl ever((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOG's really stressful.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thank you.&lt;br /&gt;even if it's just a line of words,&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm happy(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-8571651885645563530?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8571651885645563530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8571651885645563530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/mummys-lil-girl.html' title='mummy&apos;s lil girl;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-6089394528817012229</id><published>2009-11-09T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T04:57:27.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing gas;</title><content type='html'>I HATE THE FEELING OF HAVING TO MISS SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;Today the good ol' gastric came knocking upon my door.&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a feeling I'm gonna be unwell soon&lt;br /&gt;because I havent been having proper meals and &lt;br /&gt;I got caught in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;stood under the scorching sun taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;and stayed up til late due to insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc told me not to skip meals or I'll get stomache ulcers,&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately, &lt;br /&gt;it's now part of me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; today while waiting for my turn at the clinic,&lt;br /&gt;a Pai Kia sang to me in MALAY!&lt;br /&gt;He says "Pertama kali ku bertentang mata denganmu..."&lt;br /&gt;Which means "The first time I set my eyes on you..."&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, wtv your name is you made me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;the best part of it,&lt;br /&gt;my cousin's phone DIED in the clinic,&lt;br /&gt;so after seeing the doc,&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied my cous to HTC's service centre at Harbour Front.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was shivering like shit,&lt;br /&gt;and my head was crazily aching.&lt;br /&gt;But I can never ever say no to my cousin because I love her too much(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my two best cousins made me laugh so hard at HTC,&lt;br /&gt;my head felt better for a while,&lt;br /&gt;my eldest cousin told my other cousin,&lt;br /&gt;"Eh why you buy HTC? Lousy sia the brand. You know what it stands for? Hantu Takut Coli!"&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY LIKE CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;my cousins tried everything to make me eat,&lt;br /&gt;they brought me to LJS and got me choco pie((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;it feels so good to hear from Serena&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ain sorry i can't be there&lt;br /&gt;&amp;iraimi, you knocked some sense into me. Be the master not the slave. I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my meds,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;my stomache's like a washing machine now i can puke anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;my head's still aching it felt like someone humongous's sitting on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to miss school again tomorrow)):&lt;br /&gt;but i'm gonna try my best to finish up assignments.&lt;br /&gt;or else i'm gonna be as guilty as shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, it's okay if i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I have managed to do a favour for my cousin or else she'll be depressed she has to part with her brand new HTC.&lt;br /&gt;I spent time sending my nephew to the clinic too because he's got poo-poo.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and now i'm doing assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Doc, i promise I'll rest tomorrow!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-6089394528817012229?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6089394528817012229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6089394528817012229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/laughing-gas.html' title='Laughing gas;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-247801506625974512</id><published>2009-11-07T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:56:42.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELMO;</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was gleeful.&lt;br /&gt;Today started gleefully,&lt;br /&gt;but things took a turn for the worst at my most favourite place ECP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't mean it, &lt;br /&gt;but it's really hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when people don't see what good things I'm trying so hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; keep putting me in a bad light.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not an angel, but I'm trying so hard to make people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I think I'm giving up on EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I let everyone see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself so much for being a weakling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week, I shall ELMO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-247801506625974512?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/247801506625974512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/247801506625974512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/elmo.html' title='ELMO;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-6589104005905873721</id><published>2009-11-07T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:20:31.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOB LAY;</title><content type='html'>YESTERDAY WAS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;I think there's something about Fridays that make me laugh so much.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOH man.&lt;br /&gt;I think this whole week went quite smoothly,&lt;br /&gt;Thank god(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in school,&lt;br /&gt;I was being a comeplete ninkampoop.&lt;br /&gt;Which means stupid person.&lt;br /&gt;1) I bought pasta because my dear Fathin says every Friday is officially Eating Day. Haha super cute right, and she was craving pasta. So we went to Hungry Jack even though we were left with what, 20 minutes or so to eat lunch. I happily got my Chicken Carbonara pasta and supposed to sprinkle cheese. &amp; I was belardy smart, I took the sprinkler which was apparently all the same to me because they were all silver and haha I realised I SUCK AT READING LABELS! I sprinkled SALT! Loads of it. But not bad ah the pasta(: &amp; really thanks fathin for helping me eat part of it:DDD&lt;br /&gt;2) I sashayed in MAKAN PLACE, thinking I looked good because apparently people were looking at me. But then realised I was wearing mismatched Havaianas. I wore Serene's black Havainas on my left feet and my hot pink one on the other. &amp; TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT IT. Serene had to face the same problem too, but she's naturally good-looking so it's not as bad as mine lah&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;3)I was standing right next to the lift(button) at BLK31 and the lift's about to close. So I thought I had Abra Kadabra powers to open the lift. I took a step infront and made hand gestures and said "OPEN OPEN, OP OP" then my dear fathin was like "Eh press the button lahhhh" HAHAHA then I LAUGHED LIKE MAD. Azreen bozoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's more, later I add in. I'm in a hurry ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, &amp; meeting Amira felt awesome. I had really awesome advice coming from her. I'll do it when I finally realise it's the right time. Loveyou babe(:&lt;br /&gt;I mean she never fail to cheer me up all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful I met her(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; We went to visit IRAIMI(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Because of all the awesome people there,&lt;br /&gt;My bro, amira, adel, yan , iraimi.&lt;br /&gt;These people really bring miracles into my life.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THEM(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adel, I love you no matter what cheer up(: Flea soon(:&lt;br /&gt;Ain, you sound so tireddd, rest well please&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Abang, thanks for the heart to heart conver it makes me feel better(:&lt;br /&gt;Amira, I really am very grateful I talked my problems out to you. I LOVE YOU! &amp;you can always count on me for a listening ear&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Iraimi, strong man, please really get well soon(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK bye I GOTTSAAA GOOOOO(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-6589104005905873721?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6589104005905873721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6589104005905873721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/noob-lay.html' title='NOOB LAY;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-4179824033986535059</id><published>2009-11-05T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T05:59:18.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bruised&amp;battered;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvLZyn_2VDI/AAAAAAAAAtA/9T3KTdEafZc/s1600-h/SHOESSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvLZyn_2VDI/AAAAAAAAAtA/9T3KTdEafZc/s400/SHOESSS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400618366924117042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I get to know you TOM?&lt;br /&gt;Because now, I can't seem to forget about you.&lt;br /&gt;You're the last thing on my mind every night.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then I thought I'd forget about you the next morning,&lt;br /&gt;but I end up looking at pictures of you again.&lt;br /&gt;TOM, I shall get thee.&lt;br /&gt;TOM CORDONS SHOES ARE BRILLIANT.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta gotta gotta get my hands on you sexayye(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Shoes are nice too.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED SHOES BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;Because my Vans' in critical condition):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshoot at SBG was fun.&lt;br /&gt;The place's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone'd take me there for a walk in the park, huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; halfway taking photos, it rained.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my cous' camera's waterproof.&lt;br /&gt;So I couldnt be bothered to take my ELLA ELLA ELLA out since it was so deep down in the bag,&lt;br /&gt;and I was already wet.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to just walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs freakin' hurt.&lt;br /&gt;and I can't open my eyes now.&lt;br /&gt;I was shivering sooo badly after the walk in the rain and 77 was freakin cold like FUDGE.&lt;br /&gt;I shivered so bad I could text properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute Haji Lane with bestf was as per normal,&lt;br /&gt;HILARIOUS like ME.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I walked super slow, my legs hurt, really really.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;HAJI LANE HAS CUTE ANIMALS,&lt;br /&gt;this puppy named AH TAI was super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Joey wasnt in the shop):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think every thursday is Ice-cream craving day.&lt;br /&gt;I finished up McFlurry for the blardy first time in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired):):):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-4179824033986535059?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4179824033986535059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4179824033986535059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/bruised.html' title='bruised&amp;battered;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvLZyn_2VDI/AAAAAAAAAtA/9T3KTdEafZc/s72-c/SHOESSS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-8272224822819437171</id><published>2009-11-04T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:22:07.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shaggy boom boom;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvGb_ucUOJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6xct4YCYJDI/s1600-h/PB041053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvGb_ucUOJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6xct4YCYJDI/s400/PB041053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400268947294795922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead beat at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;Photography's tiring and the weather was quite merciless.&lt;br /&gt;My legs werent doing me a favour.&lt;br /&gt;My chest pain's so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so obsessed with school lately, (ACHEYBAH)&lt;br /&gt;that when I signed in to my blogger account,&lt;br /&gt;I typed my username as S10063337 which is my student number.&lt;br /&gt;And when they failed to log me in.&lt;br /&gt;I cursed under my breath and continued typing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Failed again,&lt;br /&gt;I typed harder as if it's gonna make any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; FINALLY OPENED MY EYES BIG BIG.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; cursed myself FUDGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, I am so shagged hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered scolding Fibs when she said "I'm damn shagged"&lt;br /&gt;Know why, cos I THOUGHT it means exhausted after a sexual intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IN MODERN CONTEXT,(as mentioned in urbandictionary)&lt;br /&gt;Shagged means tired or warn out after sports or a long tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;So FIBS, i'm terribly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;You can say shagged all you want now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was missing serena alottt!&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good to have met her and we definitely had a good chat.&lt;br /&gt;I love them girls.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, &lt;br /&gt;A'in's been lifting my spirits up through texting motivational quotes.&lt;br /&gt;She says "You're a beautiful and strong woman today, tomorrow and forever!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I have to admit, I really felt a good vibe today, &lt;br /&gt;thanks to the people I meet in school, I kinda learn to forget about you slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just pretend you're not there(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;A'in was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;She was so SHAGGED after school.&lt;br /&gt;But she still insisted on accompanying me for my photoshoot assignment at &lt;br /&gt;Chinese Garden.&lt;br /&gt;Or else I would have wandered alone.&lt;br /&gt;Pro-photographer's watching IDOLS today(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Am so very grateful I gotta catch up with the bestf after sooo long.&lt;br /&gt;A'in you're still very pretty(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I still love you the sameeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a sotong these days.&lt;br /&gt;Look at this convo.&lt;br /&gt;Cous: I'm so hungry, can we stop the car at ESSO and grab some bites.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bite what asshole? Whose asshole?&lt;br /&gt;Cous: You're the asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But I'm already in the car, stop for the asshole for what?&lt;br /&gt;Cous: ESSO DUMB DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Practice your pronounciation.&lt;br /&gt;Cous: Siol ah Esso and Asshole know. Ear spoil?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Must be your hindi songs.&lt;br /&gt;Cous: Shut up asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why I'm ARSE-REEN.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY COUSIN TO THE VERY CORE OF THIS EARTH CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I drew out a flowchart to describe what's happening again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvGZp_9_IJI/AAAAAAAAAsw/RCZ_2fNr_aY/s1600-h/flowchart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvGZp_9_IJI/AAAAAAAAAsw/RCZ_2fNr_aY/s400/flowchart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400266375019045010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA CUTE RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, k no lah.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOH BOTANICAL GARDENS TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;DONT KNOW HOW TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;K i'm going down to make friends with some taxi drivers(:&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-8272224822819437171?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8272224822819437171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8272224822819437171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/shaggy-boom-boom.html' title='shaggy boom boom;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvGb_ucUOJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6xct4YCYJDI/s72-c/PB041053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-5733129406893319765</id><published>2009-11-03T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:28:58.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The word's motivated;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvDmjl459kI/AAAAAAAAAso/4WG5tjVyd20/s1600-h/Best_friends_by_missyouxterribly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvDmjl459kI/AAAAAAAAAso/4WG5tjVyd20/s400/Best_friends_by_missyouxterribly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400069452357826114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad dream early this morning,&lt;br /&gt;my heart aches even til now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm walking like a tortoise because my legs hurt so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIBS&amp;CHIPS says the way i'm getting over someone's cute.&lt;br /&gt;BEST.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish i'm down with chicken pokes for the 2nd time now.&lt;br /&gt;So i can stay home and haha sing *SO OVER IT*.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; A'in!&lt;br /&gt;You made my day(:&lt;br /&gt;It's helping ALOT&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya Angelou's so totally corright.&lt;br /&gt;Young girls should definitely go out and grab the world by lapels. &lt;br /&gt;Life's really a bitch, so we gotta go out and kick some bad ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME AND AIN FOREVER TELEPHATIC.&lt;br /&gt;She cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;But don't know why my heart aches so much now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having severe chest pain.&lt;br /&gt;SOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-5733129406893319765?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5733129406893319765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5733129406893319765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/words-motivated.html' title='The word&apos;s motivated;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvDmjl459kI/AAAAAAAAAso/4WG5tjVyd20/s72-c/Best_friends_by_missyouxterribly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-5595622797427997023</id><published>2009-11-03T04:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:46:46.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPERMS;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvBCGtxULLI/AAAAAAAAAsg/cV8YTIHXc5s/s1600-h/Image147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvBCGtxULLI/AAAAAAAAAsg/cV8YTIHXc5s/s400/Image147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399888636350311602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nephew's been spotted alot by the camera today,&lt;br /&gt;he's avoiding it now.&lt;br /&gt;adorably naughty ah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHHHH LAOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SPM AKA SPERMS TTM TO THE VERY CORE OF THIS EARTH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO DIE I WANT TO DIE I WANT TO DIE.&lt;br /&gt;I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;Why am i freakin in tourism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-5595622797427997023?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5595622797427997023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5595622797427997023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/sperms.html' title='SPERMS;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvBCGtxULLI/AAAAAAAAAsg/cV8YTIHXc5s/s72-c/Image147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-6708443090026647047</id><published>2009-11-03T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:22:18.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad ass;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvADgAqW2tI/AAAAAAAAAsY/_ljFDBmAgks/s1600-h/boobslove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvADgAqW2tI/AAAAAAAAAsY/_ljFDBmAgks/s400/boobslove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399819801685580498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so freakin demoralised;&lt;br /&gt;I suck so much at making people smile.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain's been freakin' annoying;&lt;br /&gt;COME AT THE RIGHT TIME WILL YOU?&lt;br /&gt;My photography assignment's due this thursday,&lt;br /&gt;and pro-photographer MR ASH isn't always free.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do it tomorrow, by hook or by crook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I am a proud owner of BOOB.(If you unscramble the letters, that's my parrot's name)&lt;br /&gt;Infant &amp; animal photography needs a hell loadsa patience):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite word for today;&lt;br /&gt;FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like me,&lt;br /&gt;freak of nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-6708443090026647047?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6708443090026647047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6708443090026647047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-ass.html' title='Bad ass;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SvADgAqW2tI/AAAAAAAAAsY/_ljFDBmAgks/s72-c/boobslove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-1105092057208326218</id><published>2009-11-02T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T05:45:57.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damsel in distress;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Su7iZ_QFJ-I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/oLeE4juQrw4/s1600-h/sundresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Su7iZ_QFJ-I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/oLeE4juQrw4/s320/sundresses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399501939367290850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so so hard to find the right dress;&lt;br /&gt;1)You may end up looking like you're pregnant,&lt;br /&gt;2)The dress' too short and can result in wadrobe malfunction number one(down there)&lt;br /&gt;3)The dress' too low-cut and can result in wadrobe malfunction number two(where else?)&lt;br /&gt;4)Worse case scenario, the dress makes your body look unbalanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cheated today):&lt;br /&gt;Bought a dress, and apparently couldn't try it on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the stitchings aren't good. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to describe.&lt;br /&gt;But if I wear it,&lt;br /&gt;I look like Miss One-side-bigger-than-the-other.&lt;br /&gt;I exceptionally love the romantic blue and the lace details.&lt;br /&gt;But it's strictly not for wearing purposes.&lt;br /&gt;OR ELSE,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the laughing stock for the day):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sad.&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking forward to dressy dressy days.&lt;br /&gt;But Fat Hope):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to write in to Oprah Winfrey or Tyra Banks&lt;br /&gt;today because I need major SOS.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, oh better idea,&lt;br /&gt;A'in can handle this best.&lt;br /&gt;She looks awesome in dresses.&lt;br /&gt;A'in if you heard my screams,&lt;br /&gt;HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;i got a cruise shirt.&lt;br /&gt;and bestfriend, thanks for the wallet.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IM SO TERRIBLY SORRY,&lt;br /&gt;I took up so much time finding dresses I forgot about your formal wear)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to know that turning eighteen's the start of all major problems.&lt;br /&gt;ASS.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be seventeen forever):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1105092057208326218?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1105092057208326218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1105092057208326218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/damsel-in-distress.html' title='damsel in distress;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Su7iZ_QFJ-I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/oLeE4juQrw4/s72-c/sundresses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-3290307771237122501</id><published>2009-11-01T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:02:05.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead but breathing;</title><content type='html'>ECD's so deaaaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;Fathin's dying right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday blues monday blues monday blues):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-3290307771237122501?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3290307771237122501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3290307771237122501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/dead-but-breathing.html' title='dead but breathing;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-36909020924106220</id><published>2009-11-01T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:35:42.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new man;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Su2qyMBl1FI/AAAAAAAAAsI/SHvFUFZxDi4/s1600-h/ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Su2qyMBl1FI/AAAAAAAAAsI/SHvFUFZxDi4/s320/ryan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399159307485172818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu &lt;strong&gt;ear worm&lt;/strong&gt;: New Perspective&lt;br /&gt;Nu &lt;strong&gt;eye candy&lt;/strong&gt;: Ryan Ross WOOOO. Without eyeliner DOUBLE WOOOO. With Peter Pan hat, melts melts melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry someone put me back into the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;PANIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKIN' CUTE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-36909020924106220?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/36909020924106220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/36909020924106220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-man.html' title='new man;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Su2qyMBl1FI/AAAAAAAAAsI/SHvFUFZxDi4/s72-c/ryan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-4971220417612799537</id><published>2009-11-01T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:27:55.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love-hate;</title><content type='html'>You kept me hanging on a string,&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;why we got to play these games we play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some consistency yaw,&lt;br /&gt;don't just hi-bye me now.&lt;br /&gt;and disappear into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-4971220417612799537?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4971220417612799537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4971220417612799537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-hate.html' title='love-hate;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-852941595854431236</id><published>2009-10-31T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:40:04.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging business;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuxoWUlO7sI/AAAAAAAAAsA/3DwptdRk8dU/s1600-h/Image66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuxoWUlO7sI/AAAAAAAAAsA/3DwptdRk8dU/s320/Image66.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398804786001669826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my cousin I'm not gonna poop all the day because of the discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; therefore, I told her earlier I won't be eating the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, she forced me to sit for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Because she knew by then, I'll have to poop by hook or by crook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;so while I was pooping.&lt;br /&gt;Around halfway, my cousin banged the door and told me to get out because she needed the loo.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt care and took my own sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;She screamed, "Leave that thing dangling, I need the loo so badly now!"&lt;br /&gt;I screamed back, "No,you leave that thing dangling. Mine's too overwhelming!"&lt;br /&gt;She,"Hurry up and get out, or the whole house's gonna smell of a brand new freshener"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out, my cousin was like&lt;br /&gt;"I needa poop, i needa poop" but she pulled me towards the living room.&lt;br /&gt;The lights were out.&lt;br /&gt;"Sheesh i got my business hanging just to let you in. Where are you bringing me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hold, I needa poop. Can you smell that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Whot?"&lt;br /&gt;"Smell of a..."&lt;br /&gt;Familiar voices singing Happy Birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;Kk,&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;just as i started blogging,&lt;br /&gt;my cousin smashed a slice of cake on my face.&lt;br /&gt;another one threw eggs!&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;i had food as skin therapy today.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, tmr my skin will glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures because I have swollen eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and egg-smelling hairr(:&lt;br /&gt;but still had fun!&lt;br /&gt;I screamed alot today, i'm looking forward to have a sexy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I love my family(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I wanted to spend time so so so so so so so so so badly with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heels over head, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was talking about an aunty who blabbed,&lt;br /&gt;:"Eh nenek kau monyet anak kau!" to my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Translation&lt;br /&gt;:"Eh your grams' monkey is your son!"&lt;br /&gt;Okay makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;but freakin funny when my cousin was saying it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my nephew's got biting issues.&lt;br /&gt;he's biting everyone.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. &lt;br /&gt;out of conntrol, but freakin' cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-852941595854431236?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/852941595854431236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/852941595854431236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/hanging-business.html' title='Hanging business;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuxoWUlO7sI/AAAAAAAAAsA/3DwptdRk8dU/s72-c/Image66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-6790486992051175949</id><published>2009-10-31T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T04:26:35.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legally older;</title><content type='html'>I wished I'm seventeen forever.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to relive the perks of being a seventeen y/o.&lt;br /&gt;Today started off like an ordninary day.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe except that my phone, which was usually silent vibrated for 8786456 times.&lt;br /&gt;I really really am thankful for the well-wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you whom I havent been contacting but still made an effort to wish me,&lt;br /&gt;I consider that really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;It was super super meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;Really Thank You So much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got up at 645am fighting for the closet with mom cos she was already late by an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Mom was fighting but wishing me at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Haha awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed to dance workshop.&lt;br /&gt;Which was pretty fun I suppose, not as bad as I expected afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the mindblowing part.&lt;br /&gt;I went out of the toilet after dance,&lt;br /&gt;and there they were screaming my name.&lt;br /&gt;And the whole bunch of the awesomest most fantastic superb marvellous people&lt;br /&gt;sang me the most wonderful birthday song I ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;It may be the same, but it was extra special when they were the ones singing it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the birthday cake was baked with love by the lovely Serene and who else(i didn't manage to ask) but I am so very grateful!&lt;br /&gt;Scorpios love home-made prezzies!&lt;br /&gt;I made a birthday wish(which unfortunately can't come true this year)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone grabbed forks and was diggin in the cake.&lt;br /&gt;It was superb, serene can go open a bakery in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I received a birthday card from my favourite soccer girls, they gave me a tiara last year!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Thanks so much Rais for the prezzie, I like it alot, I'm already using it!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I definitely love hugs alot and received loadsa hugs today, I feel like I'm so filled with love!&lt;br /&gt;It made me happy(:&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome time with this bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;The surprise was sweeter than anything else on this God's green earth.&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Thai Express and had more fun and laughter!&lt;br /&gt;You guys, thanks so much for making an ordinary birthday turn into something which has so much life.&lt;br /&gt;It made me smile and laugh!&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate it,&lt;br /&gt;and thanks alot from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I had too little time with these awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the day has to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off ordinary, had the best climax in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's gonna have a pretty sucky ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the day grocery shopping at a hypermarket(because i didnt wanna stay home),&lt;br /&gt;1)which was super packed with trolleys and people who dont give a damn about pushing their trolleys over my foot and saying a simple sorry.&lt;br /&gt;2)A toddler who was biting my butt off and screaming his head off.&lt;br /&gt;Eh I think I have the bite mark on my jeggings.&lt;br /&gt;3)On top of that painful stomach cramps and a painful ankle(I fell inside a hole, I'm older and blinder by the day).&lt;br /&gt;4)&amp; someone who refuses to talk to me for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;5)&amp; a regret.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thinking about the surprise helps ease the sadness by ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;so you guys are my heroes afterall&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YALL!&lt;br /&gt;I wished fathin and qq and serena couldve joined(:&lt;br /&gt;Hehe but I know they were spiritually there with me too.&lt;br /&gt;Loveyall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-6790486992051175949?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6790486992051175949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6790486992051175949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/legally-older.html' title='Legally older;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-8112232977457460084</id><published>2009-10-29T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:34:47.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY PRE-LATED BURST DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SumZkXfivQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/v9Zrlh3lLMQ/s1600-h/DSC_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SumZkXfivQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/v9Zrlh3lLMQ/s320/DSC_1219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398014478440905986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay it's time to sing a birthday song!&lt;br /&gt;I so really badly want to record a video of me singing a happy birthday song now,&lt;br /&gt;but my mom's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want her to wake up thinking that i'm having swine fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY PRE-LATED YUSOFFFFFFFFFFFF(:&lt;br /&gt;Pre-lated is wishing someone an early birthday because you don't exactly know when his birthday is, and you feel bad if you wish him later. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, but not this case.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Yusof's burst day realy well because huhu he's only a day older than I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;Okay sick of saying this but MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we don't really talk much to each other.&lt;br /&gt;oh but I remember you labelling me BANANA IN PYJAMAS!&lt;br /&gt;oh and we crap alot if we talk.&lt;br /&gt;like really crap alot, but that's okay because me being crappy, i can only run to this guy right here.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; YUSOF! I'm so proud of you, you grew from 38kg to hahah a macho man now.&lt;br /&gt;I really thought you were going to remain like smurf forever):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; HAHA i remember your broken specs and how you squint your eyes just to get a better view then having to wear the broken pair of specs.&lt;br /&gt;Cute cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA,&lt;br /&gt;and then our gym sessions.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you guys had to watch my constipated face from doing compound rows.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; cheering me up at the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing stairs countless times just to help me out for project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I had a teeeeeny weeny bit of crush on you when you hit the drums back then when you were still a smurf.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, soft spot for drummers ah!&lt;br /&gt;Thats why now I'm having a super hugee crush on AZWIN ANDY &amp; PLACEBO DRUMMER(from far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't talk much to each other,&lt;br /&gt;but you matter alot to famiglia.&lt;br /&gt;Like alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of words to say.&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesomest birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 loads of love bestfriend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-8112232977457460084?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8112232977457460084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8112232977457460084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-pre-lated-burst-day.html' title='HAPPY PRE-LATED BURST DAY!'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SumZkXfivQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/v9Zrlh3lLMQ/s72-c/DSC_1219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-6077739465707829798</id><published>2009-10-28T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:41:25.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pah pahh razzi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SulLKrzry8I/AAAAAAAAArw/Y_WRj9maXeU/s1600-h/Kathryne_by_thetopcrusader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SulLKrzry8I/AAAAAAAAArw/Y_WRj9maXeU/s320/Kathryne_by_thetopcrusader.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397928275310529474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I had so much fun in photog class today!&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;I'm gonna make sure I'll be an awesome photographer just like Nor Asyraf one day!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;I'll enrol my kid (one day that is) into modelling. &lt;br /&gt;So I can take pictures like the one on top.&lt;br /&gt;I'm particularly in love with infant and children photography.&lt;br /&gt;These little creatures do wonder.(Even though I'm getting punched allmost everyday by a three y/o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, no offense but the plat. rule is really bullshine):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay this just in!&lt;br /&gt;My photog class has all the happy sappy people.&lt;br /&gt;Someone burped behind me.&lt;br /&gt;And this awesome guy I just made friends with.&lt;br /&gt;He's so funny!&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to take a picture of a particular leaf and he ended capturing everything.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh,the wind blew it away. But isnt it nicer this way?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; There's a shot on subway cookies, someone has sunk his teeth into it.&lt;br /&gt;My tutor, "what shape is this?"&lt;br /&gt;Guy(or his other friend)&lt;br /&gt;"A shape that cannot be tessellated!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 photog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dare to let go. You, bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-6077739465707829798?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6077739465707829798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6077739465707829798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/pah-pahh-razzi.html' title='pah pahh razzi.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SulLKrzry8I/AAAAAAAAArw/Y_WRj9maXeU/s72-c/Kathryne_by_thetopcrusader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-5211715341141371712</id><published>2009-10-28T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:24:39.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seven layers of makeup;</title><content type='html'>Shit.&lt;br /&gt;My thick skin's gone.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so embarrassed I have a thick skin.&lt;br /&gt;But now that I don't have it anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I want it so much,&lt;br /&gt;much much more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;I want it so much,&lt;br /&gt;because it's extremely difficult to fit in now.&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost it,&lt;br /&gt;Jane used to say i'm one of the most bubbliest person she has ever met.&lt;br /&gt;But now i've burst):&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Merissa Jane Lee!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all the other Girls cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, not SAD!&lt;br /&gt;just very hopeful(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I pulled mom's scarf just now because I nearly fell.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;kk dont know where to put my face for the 89382948th time this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-5211715341141371712?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5211715341141371712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5211715341141371712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/seven-layers-of-makeup.html' title='seven layers of makeup;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-516166074327512254</id><published>2009-10-28T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:01:52.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quit playing games;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SugxtFuutfI/AAAAAAAAArY/GJhOk29iwnk/s1600-h/Summers_Fading_by_elly_mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SugxtFuutfI/AAAAAAAAArY/GJhOk29iwnk/s320/Summers_Fading_by_elly_mae.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397618804105590258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sooo empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having heaps of fun searching on my news-bite project.&lt;br /&gt;I've chosen to do Make-up.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a form of art?&lt;br /&gt;I've always seen it as a form of art,since I was little.&lt;br /&gt;I played with watercolors and put them on baby dolls.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'd mistaken them with eyeshadow palettes and what nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was much more better.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it hurts to see &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; but not having anything to say at each other.&lt;br /&gt;We've lost it, I knew it since long.&lt;br /&gt;I was dying just for more time with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; but that's a Fat Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to make Fathin go "AWWWWWWHHHHH" just now!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha love her expression i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Kk tmr attending photog.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, it's gonna be a little bit more noisy?&lt;br /&gt;Silence is really a scary sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am I supposed to do when I'm so choked up, and you're okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people don't reply to my texts, I feel soooo anxious! &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;UUU, &amp; I have big news!&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least to me ah.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's the first time that I even thought about posting my singing vid on this very hopeless blog.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still considering.&lt;br /&gt;it's a huge decision I'm making.&lt;br /&gt;Acheybah.&lt;br /&gt;Kk buh bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-516166074327512254?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/516166074327512254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/516166074327512254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/quit-playing-games.html' title='quit playing games;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SugxtFuutfI/AAAAAAAAArY/GJhOk29iwnk/s72-c/Summers_Fading_by_elly_mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-7312367595118246287</id><published>2009-10-26T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:09:41.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck foo;</title><content type='html'>Today's a shitty day.&lt;br /&gt;Yuck 61 took a yucking long time to reach.&lt;br /&gt;I waited like an idiot at the bustop.&lt;br /&gt;Ninkampoop or what you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I feel like a bigger idiot in tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up like a complete yucker.&lt;br /&gt;It'd be different if he asked me to answer some other questions.(ACHEYBAH?)&lt;br /&gt;I just suck at graphs.&lt;br /&gt;Uuuuu maybe I should just groound myself up so I can buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been fooling around too much this time round.&lt;br /&gt;To think of someone who doesnt even give a damn about the shit I'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks for being the one and lonely reason why I'm trying so hard to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;I should really slap myself 37 times up down left right when i get home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; rain.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're trying, but it makes no difference today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;YUCK FOO:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-7312367595118246287?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7312367595118246287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7312367595118246287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/yuck-foo_26.html' title='Yuck foo;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-1622448313477059717</id><published>2009-10-26T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T01:16:23.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>once in a lifetime;</title><content type='html'>THIS IS VERY HONEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am freakin jealous of girlfriends who have awesome boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;How do you even score a guy like that?&lt;br /&gt;Damn, very lucky girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1622448313477059717?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1622448313477059717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1622448313477059717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/yuck-foo.html' title='once in a lifetime;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-5505139789590652816</id><published>2009-10-25T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T07:50:52.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one and lonely;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuW3PyF9mwI/AAAAAAAAArI/-Cu_BvDUhjI/s1600-h/PA260667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuW3PyF9mwI/AAAAAAAAArI/-Cu_BvDUhjI/s320/PA260667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396921210246109954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuW3PKkubtI/AAAAAAAAArA/gUuWhFstlw8/s1600-h/PA260666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuW3PKkubtI/AAAAAAAAArA/gUuWhFstlw8/s320/PA260666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396921199637720786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I fear is to wake up;&lt;br /&gt;and realise that I got no friends at all.&lt;br /&gt;(Hehe, i had a bad dream in ECD class just now, thus this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared in the mirror this morning and made a wish.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped to have a good week this week,&lt;br /&gt;since the last one was bullsh.&lt;br /&gt;But the wish's not coming true at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I LOVE MY DARLING SCHOOL FRIENDS:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-5505139789590652816?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5505139789590652816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5505139789590652816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-and-lonely.html' title='The one and lonely;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuW3PyF9mwI/AAAAAAAAArI/-Cu_BvDUhjI/s72-c/PA260667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-1180424520079396694</id><published>2009-10-25T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:12:40.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta feeling;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuUEXyQaIzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/EmXMoibwRoo/s1600-h/plastic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuUEXyQaIzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/EmXMoibwRoo/s400/plastic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396724535147504434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi hon,&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling extremely sexy today.&lt;br /&gt;Because my day started off with mating frogs.&lt;br /&gt;This is what you call Sex in the Morning.&lt;br /&gt;Frogs, make more babies okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1180424520079396694?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1180424520079396694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1180424520079396694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='I gotta feeling;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuUEXyQaIzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/EmXMoibwRoo/s72-c/plastic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-4435343682640361141</id><published>2009-10-24T21:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:48:13.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANTTT Zapatos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuPYgB4OQ0I/AAAAAAAAAqw/0a0gcO3ywQ0/s1600-h/zapatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuPYgB4OQ0I/AAAAAAAAAqw/0a0gcO3ywQ0/s400/zapatos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396394823291650882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Prezzie, please?&lt;br /&gt;Huhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-4435343682640361141?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4435343682640361141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4435343682640361141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanttt.html' title='I WANTTT Zapatos!'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuPYgB4OQ0I/AAAAAAAAAqw/0a0gcO3ywQ0/s72-c/zapatos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-1711046688529989002</id><published>2009-10-24T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:52:39.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bring on the thunder;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuPJ8RDpEgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/SHN5R2mG020/s1600-h/HAHAHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuPJ8RDpEgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/SHN5R2mG020/s400/HAHAHA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396378815727997442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;OIIII get well faster lehh and then I can take more of your THIS face k!&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your six hours therapy sessions!&lt;br /&gt;Don't pancit pancit must be strongg k.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; don't be stubborn keep on texting people, go sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is double (Y)!&lt;br /&gt;Acheybah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA,&lt;br /&gt;i just gave mom a gift.&lt;br /&gt;A scent from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;( I keep farting onions, must be the mee goreng!)&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo,&lt;br /&gt;but the smell is double WOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still walking like BOOMMMSSXX!&lt;br /&gt;By the way I saw alot of Miss Singapore Universe at Changi.&lt;br /&gt;Not those real ones, you know those muscular than ever ones.&lt;br /&gt;With a super huge voice.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; My uncleeeeee said one of them looked like me.&lt;br /&gt;=.= Thanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! RAIN! YAY! YAY YAY YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1711046688529989002?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1711046688529989002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1711046688529989002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/bring-on-thunder.html' title='bring on the thunder;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuPJ8RDpEgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/SHN5R2mG020/s72-c/HAHAHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-3619156903012992554</id><published>2009-10-23T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:57:39.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>illuminating anchor;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuHgfVFDynI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Za73smP6cZI/s1600-h/song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuHgfVFDynI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Za73smP6cZI/s400/song.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395840657405495922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always agreed Life's full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;But this morning, I just had to agree more with that very quote.&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up at 3.48 am,&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and the amazing part was that I had to do a stunt off the bed&lt;br /&gt;and sprint.&lt;br /&gt;To where, the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Because if I don't do so,&lt;br /&gt;many others would be surprised, VERY SURPRISED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had stomach flu.&lt;br /&gt;At least it wasn't as bad as the ones I had before;&lt;br /&gt;where I couldn't get outta bed for a whole week.&lt;br /&gt;But the cause of the flu,&lt;br /&gt;brings laughter to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for an ice cream craving.&lt;br /&gt;I was dying for some sugar rush since&lt;br /&gt;haha *sings* Baby I AM down down down down down. Oh oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;Me and bro chased after an ice cream van like kids.&lt;br /&gt;We were told to get ice cream for EVERYONE else in the house.&lt;br /&gt;So we boronggg all the bread!&lt;br /&gt;I could tell the people behind were pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Not my fault, businessmen ran outta supply:)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; me and bro,&lt;br /&gt;always wanted to be different,&lt;br /&gt;chose Thinroof Brownie.&lt;br /&gt;And out of everyone else, only we pooped like hell.&lt;br /&gt;Must be the brownie.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes, Just My Luck.&lt;br /&gt;See ice cream, must be you:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind then.&lt;br /&gt;I love Tr01.&lt;br /&gt;I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;Cycling was haha the real bomb.&lt;br /&gt;The way I'm walking now, is BOOMSSX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACHEYBAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today ended so soon.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it'll make me happy throughout.&lt;br /&gt;I love today, NOT HOW IT STARTED THOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;Iraimi, heard you're so so so much better than the other time.&lt;br /&gt;Be strong, and get well SOON.&lt;br /&gt;I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i up-ed my projects to ten!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i wished i'm ano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-3619156903012992554?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3619156903012992554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3619156903012992554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/illuminating-anchor.html' title='illuminating anchor;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SuHgfVFDynI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Za73smP6cZI/s72-c/song.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-6579392971985002921</id><published>2009-10-21T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:03:09.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploooring still;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/St_voWLf4lI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/UCyjnOnjtn8/s1600-h/My_Photography__by_SM_Photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/St_voWLf4lI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/UCyjnOnjtn8/s400/My_Photography__by_SM_Photography.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395294355040756306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photography class's the bomb man.&lt;br /&gt;Haha,naww i'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;The class's so quiet!&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if all photgraphers are serious and rigid.&lt;br /&gt;No one dares to make noise, because the tutor seems quite scary.&lt;br /&gt;But teehee I still hope to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Y- So what camera are you using?&lt;br /&gt;A- Umm, it's my cousin. So it's the first time I'm using it.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Y- What model is it?&lt;br /&gt;A- Umm, Olympus ??? Waterproof model! &lt;br /&gt;Mr.Y- Durr face. So do you plan to go under water?&lt;br /&gt;A- eh gila what kind of question is that, of course I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No i didnt mention the last line.&lt;br /&gt;Kk this is what I learnt about Perspective.&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if the image is COMPRESSED?&lt;br /&gt;The background is so much closer to the object.&lt;br /&gt;Like you place the camera further but you use zoom in lense.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Vice versa!&lt;br /&gt;Acheybah bah bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am craving for mudpie please.&lt;br /&gt;Mudpie dont you ever get sold out.&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'll get busy with seven projects:)&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-6579392971985002921?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6579392971985002921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6579392971985002921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/exploooring-still.html' title='Exploooring still;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/St_voWLf4lI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/UCyjnOnjtn8/s72-c/My_Photography__by_SM_Photography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-9191668974314843607</id><published>2009-10-21T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T06:48:10.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no more riffs;</title><content type='html'>I was listening to my iPod which was on shuffle mode.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; As soon as my bus drove past Autobacs(sounds like Autobots!),&lt;br /&gt;my iPod intelligently played New Divide!&lt;br /&gt;Wooo, which automatically reminded me of Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I felt like I was Megan Fox.&lt;br /&gt;What a way to kick start the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi, get well soon okay.&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss your two thumbs up with your crazy dance and radical laughter.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder no one ever did believe you when you told us you were sick.&lt;br /&gt;You were being a joker all your life!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you looked hotter with the flatter-than-my-leg-hair hair.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked the carebear:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today WAS a stressful experience.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing, the keyword's WAS.&lt;br /&gt;As Reuben's famous life quote(which he koped from somewhere, I believe)goes:&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a better day!&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bestfriend, I'm so sorry we had to scream our heads off at each other just now.&lt;br /&gt;It was like fireworks, woooo.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, we both had our fair share of stressful experience.&lt;br /&gt;But it's so good how we managed to cool it off within seconds.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I still don't know about you&lt;br /&gt;is that you dont have any clue on who Taylor Swift is.&lt;br /&gt;Which is so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-9191668974314843607?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/9191668974314843607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/9191668974314843607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-more-riffs.html' title='no more riffs;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-6405671517340405553</id><published>2009-10-19T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:59:08.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am me, once more.</title><content type='html'>Hip Hip Hooray;&lt;br /&gt;For another Hap Hap Happy Birthday post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxUdFQ05cI/AAAAAAAAApI/objS7K-cZvg/s1600-h/IMG_2447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxUdFQ05cI/AAAAAAAAApI/objS7K-cZvg/s400/IMG_2447.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394279312288703938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;I was too sleepy last night to text you a super duper nice birthday wish.&lt;br /&gt;In that case, this one's for you and only you. Happy 18th Seets! Okay here's the cliche quote, I can't type a birthday wish without saying these magical things. I don't know for how many times I've been saying this but MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE, because mine don't so I'd love to see miracles happen to my loved ones:)&lt;br /&gt;All the best for everything and anything you do, I'm right behind you alright!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Not to mention, I miss those long bus rides with you, days where we pon HMT just to sit at the school canteen and sing lotsa random songs and watch Nadiah and Hizami mug hard. Days when we don't have to listen in MT class, where we spill secrets and stuffs. Days when you stood up for me when someone called me Bitch:)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I love you. Even though we don't hang out as much, I still love you as much as I did before&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And I'm forever gonna envy you, because you're everything I'm not. (it's a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;You've got long legs! Mine's as good as no legs!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, you're a Vball captain, I'm a drama quitter!&lt;br /&gt;Stay bubbly, Gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a blast today.&lt;br /&gt;Loveya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-6405671517340405553?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6405671517340405553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6405671517340405553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-me-once-more.html' title='I am me, once more.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxUdFQ05cI/AAAAAAAAApI/objS7K-cZvg/s72-c/IMG_2447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-1059983236375737231</id><published>2009-10-18T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:58:14.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paperheart;</title><content type='html'>Today: I shall break the news to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;That I'm devastated, devastated as can be.&lt;br /&gt;Because I have a compulsory workshop to attend on the 31st of October.&lt;br /&gt;Doing something which I can never be good at.&lt;br /&gt;BROADWAY DANCING AT ESPLANADE.&lt;br /&gt;TRM, why you freakin godzilla.&lt;br /&gt;you you you want me to make a fool out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I should ask is why does it have to be on that very day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh life, how unfair.&lt;br /&gt;But if there's hot guys I'd go for the Swing Dance, huhu.&lt;br /&gt;Wait on second thought, no way. &lt;br /&gt;What if I'd step on his toe, or worse fall on top of him and make a scene.&lt;br /&gt;You being a slut,know that life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to know that I'm wiser as a person now.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have never been wise. &lt;br /&gt;Haha Acheybah.&lt;br /&gt;But it's good to know how my mindset changes for the good and the better.&lt;br /&gt;School ended early today but the journey to school was HELLLLL!&lt;br /&gt;The bus was like a moving MOSH PIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sickbird Raimi Ranger.&lt;br /&gt;Please get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;And haha I'm very guilty of laughing at you.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know it'd be serious.&lt;br /&gt;But hey hospitals are fun.&lt;br /&gt;Especially nowadays when the girls in white holding needles are so much hotter than the ones in olden days:)&lt;br /&gt;You might be lucky this time to get a hot nurse, uuu see the pun HOT-NESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; as usual, &lt;br /&gt;I have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;So i recorded videos of myself singing songs I don't quite know.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out to be &lt;em&gt;not that bad&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice getting hugs from those girls I missed during holidays&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunshine, i'm falling for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so so so so so so hard to understand people these days.&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to make me laugh so so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1059983236375737231?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1059983236375737231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1059983236375737231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/paperheart.html' title='Paperheart;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-2686301696786689236</id><published>2009-10-17T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:09:31.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StnsJRQq9bI/AAAAAAAAAo4/E_IsLJ2K_kQ/s1600-h/500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StnsJRQq9bI/AAAAAAAAAo4/E_IsLJ2K_kQ/s400/500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393601672749184434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again a last minute plan with the famiglia usuals;&lt;br /&gt;fiqqy sop rye ash ain.&lt;br /&gt;planned to stay home today because not in the mood&lt;br /&gt;but couldnt stand the boredom and had to do something so badly.&lt;br /&gt;These heroes were supposed to save me,&lt;br /&gt;buttt haha forgot to tell me where and what time we were meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiqqy texted me only at 3:06 pm asking if I'm free to hang out with them.&lt;br /&gt;I suggested westmall because hahah only I am staying at BB area right now.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEY WANTED TOWNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;So i gave in.&lt;br /&gt;I asked what time, Fiqqy said they havent even plan!&lt;br /&gt;I waited waited waited waited til 4:35pm and had to ask if the plan's conspermed.&lt;br /&gt;Fiqqy: We're meeting at 5 at Lakeside!&lt;br /&gt;It was 4:35pm, I was still singing in the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;THEY FORGOT TO INFORM ME!&lt;br /&gt;Here's where yusof's line fits in "Ye lah, aku kan siapa?"&lt;br /&gt;Heheh but I am still glad I got to hang out with this great bunch:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(500) days of summer's bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;'twas good but it stings a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for today guys.&lt;br /&gt;you awesome bunch of people:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL'S STARTING.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it'll be a different stroy if I'm in a different poly.&lt;br /&gt;and i freakin need a camera for my photog class but mine's in the blardy warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i bought a birthday card for a boy and i didnt realise there's a LOVE YOU infront.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygodzilla can die i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;dont know vhhhhaat to doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, where were you when everything's falling apart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams* PEEEEEEEENIS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-2686301696786689236?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2686301696786689236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2686301696786689236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/summer.html' title='Summer;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StnsJRQq9bI/AAAAAAAAAo4/E_IsLJ2K_kQ/s72-c/500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-628288779236467490</id><published>2009-10-14T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:18:45.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops falling on my head;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sta-ubeEX3I/AAAAAAAAAow/u3AtSjQQDCU/s1600-h/with_one_goodbye_by_Zaratops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sta-ubeEX3I/AAAAAAAAAow/u3AtSjQQDCU/s400/with_one_goodbye_by_Zaratops.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392707308679880562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having late nights,&lt;br /&gt;just sitting infront of the tv and watching monsters.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm now a potato couch.&lt;br /&gt;Which is not good not good not good.&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I'm changing my destiny by planning a day out with Ain,&lt;br /&gt;it's been ages since we went out.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course not forgetting Adel and Fibs&amp;Chips.&lt;br /&gt;Missing them already.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh but before that I'm going swimming first todayyy:)&lt;br /&gt;So they'll see my sexy tan and broader shoulders tmr!&lt;br /&gt;Acheybah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waking up latee too and umm on the wrong side of bed almost everyday!&lt;br /&gt;But today's an exception because someone texted me earlyyy in the morning just to make me laugh on my own staring at the text.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, at least I know I didnt wake up on the wrong side of bed today:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I've been avoiding to go online,&lt;br /&gt;but again.&lt;br /&gt;Today's an exception because I so so badly want to bake meringues for my swimming trip but disappointed right now because all the recipes are bullsh.&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I so so wanted to know when my darlings will be back in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;But again so so disappointed because non of them are online and I got no response from those I asked:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hating ulcers alot now because they're making me hate chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;I have loadsa ulcers right now and a hell lotsa mosquito bites everywhereee!&lt;br /&gt;And my burnt elbow's looking less than sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and another BIRTHDAY POSTTT!&lt;br /&gt;I've texted the birthday girl ytd, but nevermind it seems sweeter on blogger:)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eighteenth Day Fathinssxxsx!&lt;br /&gt;I may only just got to know you,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm loving you already:)&lt;br /&gt;Have a blast, loveyou&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry:(&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's times like this, i wished to have you near me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-628288779236467490?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/628288779236467490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/628288779236467490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/raindrops-falling-on-my-head.html' title='Raindrops falling on my head;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sta-ubeEX3I/AAAAAAAAAow/u3AtSjQQDCU/s72-c/with_one_goodbye_by_Zaratops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-1129913143493085959</id><published>2009-10-09T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:55:55.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FKN LOUSY.</title><content type='html'>I had fun at the beach though it was a short while.&lt;br /&gt;My class's an awesome bunch.&lt;br /&gt;Last night ended pretty badly and today started off and ended SUPER badly also.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had fun in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burnt my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;The scar's nice.&lt;br /&gt;But pictures of me today turned out pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this when I feel like giving up on FB.&lt;br /&gt;So what, it's just pictures rightt.&lt;br /&gt;But omg, so demoralising lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin bout perfect, who is right.&lt;br /&gt;But this woman down here is sooo fkn imperfect in so many fkn waysss.&lt;br /&gt;I lost all my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Really really, to what, it's a huge mystery.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being strong alreadyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow tomorrow is going to be a v long day,&lt;br /&gt;I've to cancel ALL the plans I had.&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens, ah all the happenings are shit.&lt;br /&gt;cant sleep tnight cant sleep tnight cant sleep tnight.&lt;br /&gt;cant eat tnight cant eat tnight cant eat tnight.&lt;br /&gt;time to starve seoul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1129913143493085959?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1129913143493085959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1129913143493085959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/fkn-lousy.html' title='FKN LOUSY.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-5346316580683287423</id><published>2009-10-08T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:10:43.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction Tapes</title><content type='html'>Why the hell is everyone telling me not to eat that much.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVENT BEEN EATING MY THREE MEALS IN A DAY OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly get any meals also because I'm constantly everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking at afiq's fun,&lt;br /&gt;My cookies fkn gigantic.&lt;br /&gt;Toldya I'm a generous person.&lt;br /&gt;If only I can give them to someone else, i would.&lt;br /&gt;Afiq, I'm not dating any Moose-es okay.&lt;br /&gt;And it's great to have met bestgf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bkt Batok is scary at night.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm not walking alone at ten plus close to eleven pm anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Scary shitssxs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are youuuuu,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your stories lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel fkn hideous now, i o=dont even feel like going tmr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-5346316580683287423?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5346316580683287423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5346316580683287423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/correction-tapes.html' title='Correction Tapes'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-8328174993438110195</id><published>2009-10-06T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:55:01.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudpie.'/><title type='text'>Through all the breeezes;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SswRDt8Y3fI/AAAAAAAAAoo/9z5wkc6UBHE/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SswRDt8Y3fI/AAAAAAAAAoo/9z5wkc6UBHE/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389701609625804274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very tired today, &lt;br /&gt;Like I've run alot yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Shit if someone's reading this, he'll surely have something to shootssxs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I love how pretty the beach is after sunset.&lt;br /&gt;It's even better when the tide is low.&lt;br /&gt;Really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there was something I wanted to give you.&lt;br /&gt;honestly I thought it couldn't wait.&lt;br /&gt;but i just had to walk away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-8328174993438110195?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8328174993438110195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8328174993438110195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/through-all-breeezes.html' title='Through all the breeezes;'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SswRDt8Y3fI/AAAAAAAAAoo/9z5wkc6UBHE/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-3569065734519714930</id><published>2009-10-04T03:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T04:05:30.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insignificant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SsiA87RkiJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/UotZ34-6qaI/s1600-h/wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SsiA87RkiJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/UotZ34-6qaI/s400/wings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388698738340694162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other men said they have seen angels, &lt;br /&gt;But I have seen thee &lt;br /&gt;And thou art enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the most important thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;But does it hurt to finish what you want to say, &lt;br /&gt;and show a little bit of respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-3569065734519714930?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-4749884181830374350</id><published>2009-10-03T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:39:39.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the moment.</title><content type='html'>You fkn go after my friends.&lt;br /&gt;One after another.&lt;br /&gt;I watched it happen.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I could never get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But truth is reality was really harsh, it spared me no mercy.&lt;br /&gt;Who/what am I?&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I havent started my lucrative career as a doormat.&lt;br /&gt;And never will i be doing that.&lt;br /&gt;Fk you very much lah k:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to never let you break in.&lt;br /&gt;But right now when it's happening all over again.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not you.&lt;br /&gt;My heart's really sinking in.&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in too deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a hairy-armpit feminist.&lt;br /&gt;But boys who don't respect girls/ladies/women are Deez-goose-thang.&lt;br /&gt;And girls who fall in love with these cheetots are just ugh, stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm really angry now.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I figured I need to have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;When I type, my heartbeat will slow down to a steady rate. &lt;br /&gt;I loike.&lt;br /&gt;K pinkie promise I'll be less angry after typing this post out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding my pinkie as I type, WOO POWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Monday,&lt;br /&gt;I really want a pair of Cheap Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fkn bored today I've blogged twice.&lt;br /&gt;Power or what, fCos ah zreen mah:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BOBO-SAURUS MAKING ME JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;STOP STARING AT MY COUSIN LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN STARE AT ME YOU BIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; aiyohhh hanging conversations are the shitsxs lah.&lt;br /&gt;So freakin' irritating can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I just got angry with another thing.&lt;br /&gt;But YAY, I'm less angry now.&lt;br /&gt;really, someone saw my face change from this &gt;:( to this B)&lt;br /&gt;Because because because,&lt;br /&gt;I can watch bad brave bravo Berbatov laterrr!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOO, eggcited siol.&lt;br /&gt;k want go fry egg bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-4749884181830374350?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4749884181830374350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4749884181830374350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-moment.html' title='At the moment.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-341805401526137762</id><published>2009-10-03T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:13:57.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty lanterns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Ssb5rHI9yzI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/zMVkn1RWeXg/s1600-h/Paper_Lanterns_by_Sona26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Ssb5rHI9yzI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/zMVkn1RWeXg/s400/Paper_Lanterns_by_Sona26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388268523241720626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a freak.&lt;br /&gt;I am a freakin' bore.&lt;br /&gt;I am freakin' bored.&lt;br /&gt;I am very sad because today's a freakin' boring day.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry because this is a freakin' boring post.&lt;br /&gt;I am angry because I can't think of anything beside a freakin' boring post.&lt;br /&gt;And when I am angry I look like this &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am freakin' bored.&lt;br /&gt;And freakin' pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays are suckers.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;Who stays home on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;Losers like me lah,durr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay today's lantern festival!&lt;br /&gt;Let's go burn houses and runnn:)&lt;br /&gt;okay you know i'm not serious, no i cant be serious.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should burn trees:)&lt;br /&gt;okay no.&lt;br /&gt;alahhhhh, burn lanterns k.&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;days to ourselves, let's chase cars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-341805401526137762?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/341805401526137762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/341805401526137762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/10/pretty-lanterns.html' title='Pretty lanterns.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Ssb5rHI9yzI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/zMVkn1RWeXg/s72-c/Paper_Lanterns_by_Sona26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-2055999651025790223</id><published>2009-09-30T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:11:23.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fatigue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SsNm8LsT_5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/YHCNTaPtfK4/s1600-h/Fatigue_by_HNC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SsNm8LsT_5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/YHCNTaPtfK4/s400/Fatigue_by_HNC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387262763382079378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate THIS ttm.&lt;br /&gt;and im fcking tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-2055999651025790223?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2055999651025790223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2055999651025790223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/09/fatigue.html' title='fatigue'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SsNm8LsT_5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/YHCNTaPtfK4/s72-c/Fatigue_by_HNC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-792651563349896590</id><published>2009-09-24T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:02:16.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Optrex.</title><content type='html'>I'm not watching soccer anymore because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SruJTytVIDI/AAAAAAAAAn4/6IpDvh5UgrQ/s1600-h/Theo_Walcott_v3_by_oj_the_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SruJTytVIDI/AAAAAAAAAn4/6IpDvh5UgrQ/s400/Theo_Walcott_v3_by_oj_the_man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385048752573980722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bby, where'd you go.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so.&lt;br /&gt;Come back quick then I'll watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SruJUVWL9sI/AAAAAAAAAoA/GN_ylnQ4Pcs/s1600-h/this_smile_by_hristin4e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SruJUVWL9sI/AAAAAAAAAoA/GN_ylnQ4Pcs/s400/this_smile_by_hristin4e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385048761872152258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current eye candy's in Manutd. (I'm not blind, dont you think his smile is cute) B)&lt;br /&gt;I hate Manutd.&lt;br /&gt;So to discontinue this obsession,&lt;br /&gt;I will stop watching soccer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-792651563349896590?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/792651563349896590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/792651563349896590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/09/optrex.html' title='Optrex.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SruJTytVIDI/AAAAAAAAAn4/6IpDvh5UgrQ/s72-c/Theo_Walcott_v3_by_oj_the_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-987265367629739222</id><published>2009-09-24T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:43:33.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SruFNfH8JaI/AAAAAAAAAnw/_ilptuzfrpk/s1600-h/miss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SruFNfH8JaI/AAAAAAAAAnw/_ilptuzfrpk/s400/miss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385044246191154594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have every agenda to talk to me about.&lt;br /&gt;But it could be that you're into someone else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello readers, although I don't know how many people are reading. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe none, but neh sokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, sorry I havent been online.&lt;br /&gt;Been very sick these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'd like to take this opportunity to wish my two best buds ever&lt;br /&gt;a Belated Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've sent you both texts but I just think I should do it here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always known we have very contrasting personalities.&lt;br /&gt;And for that I'm thankful.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my life to be that boring, because I'm already such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for all the times you stood up for me,&lt;br /&gt;how you spoke up for me, how you've asked people to take care of me when you're not around,&lt;br /&gt;how you nag at me for always being so spendthrift,&lt;br /&gt;how you complain about my ever-changing hairstyles,&lt;br /&gt;how you walked away from me from all the patty fights which I find cute,&lt;br /&gt;how you always make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;be it removing slippers and staring at aunties,&lt;br /&gt;turning down guys who are shameless,&lt;br /&gt;how you laughed so loudly until we both squat in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;and how you always wake me up in the morning with your texts.&lt;br /&gt;It's great to have you as my childhood friend, my bestie, my sister, and my everything nice.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, FIBS &amp; CHIPS.&lt;br /&gt;PS. I know you have always been strong, please do not let others walk over you. You are never a door mat. We grew up together to be strong women, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you always ask me to get a perfect man.&lt;br /&gt;So we can go on double dates.&lt;br /&gt;The times we shared our sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;We used to always land on similar problems,&lt;br /&gt;or be in the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered making you tear up when I was singing Heavily Broken.&lt;br /&gt;How we clebrated Valentines together over cofee and cakes at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;And how much we wanted to get into the same school, but no luck.&lt;br /&gt;We even thought of dress codes for different days.&lt;br /&gt;How you tempt me to eat sting rays because they're good food.&lt;br /&gt;But no I've fallen too deeply in love with sting rays I can't even eat them now.&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm panicking, you'll be the level-headed one.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you notice but it makes me feel as if everything's alright.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm sure everyone loves about you is, you appear cooler than anyone else can be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry I wasnt there for your birthday surprise,&lt;br /&gt;but you know I'm always with you spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;AWWW!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I love you Aín.&lt;br /&gt;And right now missing you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss my girls who are currently over the seas.&lt;br /&gt;Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing called "fever"is making me really hot.&lt;br /&gt;haha so I'm hotter than anyone else right now, woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-987265367629739222?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/987265367629739222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/987265367629739222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-late.html' title='Too late.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SruFNfH8JaI/AAAAAAAAAnw/_ilptuzfrpk/s72-c/miss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-2466346491995732102</id><published>2009-09-17T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:01:24.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me something I don't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your silence spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-2466346491995732102?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2466346491995732102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2466346491995732102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/09/tell-me-something-i-dont-know.html' title='Tell me something I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-7857430706967956679</id><published>2009-09-12T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:10:13.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SqxwgcagooI/AAAAAAAAAno/1GQuAFMeU90/s1600-h/Bruised_Purity_by_alynnna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SqxwgcagooI/AAAAAAAAAno/1GQuAFMeU90/s400/Bruised_Purity_by_alynnna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380799357486408322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may seem tougher.&lt;br /&gt;But afterall, I'm still a lady.&lt;br /&gt;I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-7857430706967956679?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7857430706967956679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7857430706967956679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/09/bruised.html' title='Bruised.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SqxwgcagooI/AAAAAAAAAno/1GQuAFMeU90/s72-c/Bruised_Purity_by_alynnna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-1390629163009710995</id><published>2009-09-12T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:01:12.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irk-norance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SqxgMrVhuWI/AAAAAAAAAng/haQe3aMnJQs/s1600-h/ignorance__by_freckledmystery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SqxgMrVhuWI/AAAAAAAAAng/haQe3aMnJQs/s400/ignorance__by_freckledmystery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380781425708611938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, ignorance's really a bliss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After days of avoiding the computer due to some personal reasons,&lt;br /&gt;I have finally decided to check whatever's happening in this virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has been happening, except that i've been tagged in quite a FEW pictures on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;The e-mails causing me a huge headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a little too late.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still talking about the Mass Peaceful Break Fast Movement.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Tiong Bahru Mrt Station, well, quite taken aback&lt;br /&gt;looking at the groomed guys.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they were wearing shirts,SHIRTS.&lt;br /&gt;And when I looked at Yusof, I freaked out even more.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that we're gonna hit a fine dining restaurant when I'm quite cash-strapped.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I saw Afiq, I feel more relieved:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18chefs was an awesome casual dining restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Food, I dont have to mention.&lt;br /&gt;Since it was chosen by someone who studies FOOD and never fails to put pictures of BREAD on Facebook, of course food wasn't a problem.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say DELISH.!&lt;br /&gt;Price on the other hand, I say it's Value for Money.&lt;br /&gt;Delish items with small price tags,&lt;br /&gt;I definitely am gonna make a come-back.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I have to take my hat off,&lt;br /&gt;was the service by delightful staffs.&lt;br /&gt;Two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;It was my first trip, but it felt like home.&lt;br /&gt;Even fibs agreed, she had to lay down there:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that aside,&lt;br /&gt;my (+/-) 15 chefs were the reason why I smiled and laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since we got together again.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I was nervous before the meet-up.&lt;br /&gt;DONT ASK WHY, I JUST WAS.&lt;br /&gt;But to think of it again, &lt;br /&gt;we are a big family in our own world.&lt;br /&gt;Yan looks really cute with the haircut,&lt;br /&gt;Yusof with umm quite different attire from usual,&lt;br /&gt;Afiq, don't kow if you're losing weight but hair's growing,&lt;br /&gt;Siti and Huds as usual very pretty,&lt;br /&gt;Fatin, I remember your cute knit shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Adel, haha bau FLEA!&lt;br /&gt;Too many to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a pity the best lady couldn't see us.&lt;br /&gt;AIN, we had a surprise planned for you, know.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, we'll celebrate yours soon.&lt;br /&gt;Please take care and go bondbond:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad the surprise went well.&lt;br /&gt;Something simple, but FIBS BURST INTO TEARS.&lt;br /&gt;It's an indication of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; know what was most memorable,&lt;br /&gt;the game of CICAK CACING KENCING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to end this off by saying the golden words,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're waiting for it,&lt;br /&gt;okay here goes.&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;Set?&lt;br /&gt;Go?&lt;br /&gt;Jeng Jeng Jeng!&lt;br /&gt;Natadaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS, really really love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Hope things won't change because i'm leaving this place REALLY soon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1390629163009710995?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1390629163009710995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1390629163009710995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/09/irk-norance.html' title='Irk-norance.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SqxgMrVhuWI/AAAAAAAAAng/haQe3aMnJQs/s72-c/ignorance__by_freckledmystery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-3130381973968497509</id><published>2009-09-07T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:34:39.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over.</title><content type='html'>today's depressing sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;woke up really early to send my babes off at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i was so friggin'excited for them.&lt;br /&gt;but hell, it struck me hard to learn that next semester is so gonna be different without them.&lt;br /&gt;they were my life in school, know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks it sucks it sucks it sucks it sucks it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate emails from fb.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks it sucks it sucks it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really scared to face the changes which are gonna happen really soon.&lt;br /&gt;new home.&lt;br /&gt;new school life.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but to tear up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say you can write letters, and still keep it to yourselves. I'm falling harder this time, let's not do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-3130381973968497509?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3130381973968497509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/3130381973968497509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-over.html' title='it&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-2550695759945658480</id><published>2009-09-04T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:06:43.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O2.</title><content type='html'>I love Colbie Caillat's oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;I love Anberlin's Inevitable more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lump in my throat's not going away.&lt;br /&gt;It's about to make me deaf because it's on the right side of my throat,&lt;br /&gt;close to my ear.&lt;br /&gt;Hurts so terribly, I can't sing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I'll learn to love that lump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm supposed to be Ain's alarm clock today.&lt;br /&gt;But called her and she doesn't pick up,&lt;br /&gt;I assume she's already awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully today's flea won't be disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward more to have an awesome companion today.&lt;br /&gt;And gonna meet up with my forever kecoh family for break fast.&lt;br /&gt;Sings *I got a feeling(feeling feeling feeling) that tonight's gonna be a good night*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end off this unneccessary post with a few questions for you,&lt;br /&gt;what is 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;what is 4+4?&lt;br /&gt;what is 10+8?&lt;br /&gt;what is 10+10+10+10+10+10+10+10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-2550695759945658480?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2550695759945658480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/2550695759945658480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/09/o2.html' title='O2.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-5524144250570788365</id><published>2009-09-03T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:34:18.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State of bliss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sp_TsGBYo8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/2GIsCrHMR7Y/s1600-h/this_is_bliss_by_LittleVeeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sp_TsGBYo8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/2GIsCrHMR7Y/s400/this_is_bliss_by_LittleVeeg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377249234587788226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I killed thousands of braincells.&lt;br /&gt;I wished I'd just get knocked down by a huge lorry and lose all my memories.&lt;br /&gt;But today, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Being someone different.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's tougher.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who seeks opportunities to be happy, rather than think and worry.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, I'm still young and the future awaits me.&lt;br /&gt;It's scary, in a thrilling way.&lt;br /&gt;I don't and won't know just what may happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through even bigger problems in life,&lt;br /&gt;I went through it all.&lt;br /&gt;This one is tiny,&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't weep at this.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I should be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, &lt;br /&gt;I had the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Being someone more confident.&lt;br /&gt;I did things I rarely do.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the wet market.&lt;br /&gt;Confidently, as if I've known all the fruit sellers and fishmongers.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't there with mom, just cousin.&lt;br /&gt;And we hit the market like pros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dishelled prawns and had a battle with their,&lt;br /&gt;umm pretty much shattered brains.&lt;br /&gt;I only used my bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, in a smelly way.&lt;br /&gt;I cooked and tossed and turn noodles like I've never done before.&lt;br /&gt;And learnt to laugh like how I used to.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice,&lt;br /&gt;I watched my family members'faces glow at the sight of a different person.&lt;br /&gt;I loved what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;And I know they loved what they saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my brother along to sing with me.&lt;br /&gt;And I was more than happy when my mom and cousin joined.&lt;br /&gt;My mom sang as if she's learnt the song for 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;I could really be who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm goofy, but I didnt really show.&lt;br /&gt;But today, I'm not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;And the man of my life right now is Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;No he's a hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;I love how he does wonder to people's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my girls, thanks for always making me have the positive vibes,&lt;br /&gt;and the feel-good drag.&lt;br /&gt;I love yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I have an even nicer day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; someone's VERY GUILTY for making me fall in love with Anberlin so much now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-5524144250570788365?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5524144250570788365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5524144250570788365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/09/state-of-bliss.html' title='State of bliss.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sp_TsGBYo8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/2GIsCrHMR7Y/s72-c/this_is_bliss_by_LittleVeeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-5834586303180094839</id><published>2009-09-02T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:10:58.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh-O-L.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sp6ZCuE8hnI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/35WOkMekWOU/s1600-h/shitt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sp6ZCuE8hnI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/35WOkMekWOU/s400/shitt.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376903277134513778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, funny how much he want to put me down,&lt;br /&gt;But too afraid to. Look at the number of "no lah" and "kidding"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;At least someone's scared of me now:D&lt;br /&gt;No, im kidding(i'm the one who's scared of him)&lt;br /&gt;And Reubs can't make me jealous of him going shopping because I had my fair share yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh Nyeh Nyeh:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way,&lt;br /&gt;today was the awesomest fantasticest bestest happiest memorabliest test jest hest gest day of my life with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Fat's belated birthday with a bang I must say.&lt;br /&gt;But I realise, I had special hidden talent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good abstract painter.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, my work is so abstract that even Shahira was rubbing her head off looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;We designed a cake for our bestie okay.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm proud to ruin it,&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;the only thing which mattered was when the girls said the cake was nice.&lt;br /&gt;See, these people treasure what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thats why I love them, more than Yakult teehee.&lt;br /&gt;No I love them more than I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Year One and it was obnoxiously good.&lt;br /&gt;Go catch it and laugh til you sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;Love it man.&lt;br /&gt;We had the whole Bugis to ourselves, walking to and fro crossing roads like no one's business.&lt;br /&gt;Drove cars and ride bikes, we stole them and make them ours for a day:D&lt;br /&gt;You're dumb if you think I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;No, really I am serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is,&lt;br /&gt;with these girls around,&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you've owned the world.&lt;br /&gt;Like how i felt just now.&lt;br /&gt;It was just pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love every single bit of today.&lt;br /&gt;And I wished it didnt have to end.&lt;br /&gt;I love you girls,&lt;br /&gt;and I wouldnt forget about you forever and ever til never is ever, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was heart-wrenching, I never thought it would make me feel like I'm a complete bitch. You jerk, I hate you. You put me down so much I dont know how to look at you now. You want me to be who I am, I can be stubborn and not talk to you for years. You've changed "for the better" but when I told you that you said I'm PARANOID. You jerk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-5834586303180094839?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5834586303180094839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5834586303180094839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/09/laugh-o-l.html' title='Laugh-O-L.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sp6ZCuE8hnI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/35WOkMekWOU/s72-c/shitt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-1992729251766608641</id><published>2009-09-01T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:21:25.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sig'n'tyred.</title><content type='html'>The Worst Week of my life had started off really well,(do not ask me why is it so bad, i do not want to whine like a swine)&lt;br /&gt;or at least I THOUGHT it had a purrfect beginning. All this because I had the remedy for all my sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but yes, every little thing you say made my heart leap so fast, even I was too tired to control my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You made it skip a beat, and it's something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it sucks right,&lt;br /&gt;it sucks when you get the spotlight for all the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I put it in such a nice way, when the actual fact's uglier than what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do, everything I say, everything I choose, everywhere I go, every step I take.&lt;br /&gt;Why, do all of them seem wrong, to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to laugh til I snort so badly,&lt;br /&gt;it's been years since I do that.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that now, at this moment, this particular point of time,&lt;br /&gt;Misery's moving up my chest in a hard lump,&lt;br /&gt;so fast that I could imagine puking them out.&lt;br /&gt;God, give me the power to do so,&lt;br /&gt;to get rid of them once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;I know a great gut-wrenching sob's just moments away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad as I'm typing this out now, &lt;br /&gt;my heartbeat's slowing down to a more steady rate.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I've been longing  to punch someone so much to vent my anger.&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know who'll be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was absolutely no way I could stay there longer,&lt;br /&gt;when they were walking hand-in hand, heads on each other's shoulders, saying nothing and blisfully happy, when my goddamn heart is breaking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1992729251766608641?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1992729251766608641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1992729251766608641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/09/signtyred.html' title='Sig&apos;n&apos;tyred.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-4900039228001063015</id><published>2009-08-29T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:13:56.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunners.</title><content type='html'>I'm getting the adrenaline rush.&lt;br /&gt;Cheybah, as if i'm gonna run around the field for the game.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I'm supporting,&lt;br /&gt;My arsenal days are quite over but I'm quite in love with the players already it's already so hard to be a supporter of another team.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, i guess being a supporter for the winning team's much easier.&lt;br /&gt;BUT SHIT, &lt;br /&gt;it's MANUTD.&lt;br /&gt;I am forever anti MANUTD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO NO NO.&lt;br /&gt;I should have my own mindset.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be a filial suporter of the GUNNERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-4900039228001063015?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4900039228001063015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/4900039228001063015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/08/gunners.html' title='Gunners.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-7189708687708542852</id><published>2009-08-28T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:30:31.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll spread my wings &amp; learn to fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Make a wish&lt;br /&gt;Take a risk, take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Make a change&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Breakaway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Spf36C5ZvXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/BytoBZIE9aI/s1600-h/fibs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Spf36C5ZvXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/BytoBZIE9aI/s400/fibs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375037256872082802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a FREAKY FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;It's a mixture of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Like the coleslaw and chilli sauce i mixed during breaking fast just now.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so disgustingly delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Just like today.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazingly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is AMAZING:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Fibs and Chips,&lt;br /&gt;was as usual,AWESOME and ENRICHING.&lt;br /&gt;Enriching because this aggressive babe just knows how to kick people in the ass&lt;br /&gt;and it hits me on the face.&lt;br /&gt;She's just so different from who I am and this makes me Learn.&lt;br /&gt;Me, being the more level headed at times paranoid umm just 10% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;She, being the more I'll-do-it-my-way kinda girl but kicks people in the ass quite hard sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; right now, she's MY pillar of strength.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I believe that the Opposite attracts,&lt;br /&gt;and that's why I can stick to this babe for so longgggg.&lt;br /&gt;We've known each other since we were in Mom's wombs, telepathy or so they call it.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU FIBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, this shopping queen just knows how to digggg for gold.&lt;br /&gt;She got a pair of jeans and a newsboy cap for only 28 bucks in total.&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;*&amp;*#&amp;*(@*!(.&lt;br /&gt;HOW DA HELL AM I GON DO THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; me, as usual splurged.&lt;br /&gt;SPLURGED JUST ON ONE PAIR OF HAVAIANAS.&lt;br /&gt;But happy with the colour, it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORCHARD ION SENDS TINGLIES DOWN MY SPINE, and the rest of the nerves sends&lt;br /&gt;itch to my butterfingers.&lt;br /&gt;Then I get signals.&lt;br /&gt;Signals that I have to go shopping soon:D&lt;br /&gt;This RAYA, I'm not gon spend much on usual stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna reuse:)&lt;br /&gt;because I wanna spend on some other things, TEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; breaking fast with my two other loveliest women on EARTH;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Cous just makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to share despite seeing each other everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Cous just managed to surprise mom with GUESS WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;AN IRON.&lt;br /&gt;an iron called DIVA.&lt;br /&gt;CUTE RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is ANNOYING:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the &amp;*&amp;(^(*^% is wrong with people nowadays?!&lt;br /&gt;They just refuse to say EXCUSE ME.&lt;br /&gt;Though you go to school and get sufficient education,&lt;br /&gt;I'l just have to say you're a failure in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, open you effing mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it stinks, it just stinks even more when you dont even learn your basic manners.&lt;br /&gt;FUVVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Singapore's filled with disabled people.&lt;br /&gt;Disabled in the wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;Think their brain nerves just died.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Me and Fibs were squashed in the middle of the cabin with nothing to hold, and powerful BO from the man beside.&lt;br /&gt;And there were about three Elderly with white hair and sad faces, with barely anything to hold.&lt;br /&gt;And LOADSA brainless able-bodied people sitting on the PRIORITY SEATS, eyes wide opened.&lt;br /&gt;And shameless faces.&lt;br /&gt;Worst, there was a preggie standing right infront of a priority seat and not a single one offered her seat.&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod, shameless peoplesszzss,&lt;br /&gt;FUVVVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;you bloody bangla,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not attracted to your chest hair so&lt;br /&gt;STOP LEANING FORWARD showcasing what's inside your plunging neckline.&lt;br /&gt;AND LEANING ON MY KNEES.&lt;br /&gt;This time it's just two legs up.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, it's gonna be me knee-ing your d***.&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn't sound me, but of all people I hate,&lt;br /&gt;I hate ckps.&lt;br /&gt;FUVVVVVVVVVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you Mat,&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if you're good looking.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me your technique was using my phone to call your phone.&lt;br /&gt;If it does, then lemme tell you, your PICK-UP NEVER WORKED ON ME.&lt;br /&gt;So you can try that on other girls, ALL THE BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay after this, I'm gonna rinse my mouth with Listerine &lt;br /&gt;because it's pretty clogged up with FUVVVVM.&lt;br /&gt;KK, promise no more FUVM for this week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now,i get black butterflies deep inside me,thank YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-7189708687708542852?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7189708687708542852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7189708687708542852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-spread-my-wings-learn-to-fly.html' title='I&apos;ll spread my wings &amp; learn to fly.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Spf36C5ZvXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/BytoBZIE9aI/s72-c/fibs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-1895390194260463594</id><published>2009-08-27T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:29:00.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>use somebody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;YOU were talking to her, but messing with me. It's finally clear you're blurring the lines.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two days of rotting.&lt;br /&gt;I think my body's infested by maggots already.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are super boring, hopefully next week's gonna be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon be away away away this weekends for a sleepover at aunt's.&lt;br /&gt;Gon be super busy busy busy so I won't be able to go online.&lt;br /&gt;Next week's a girls-day-out,YAY.&lt;br /&gt;and don't know about cycling.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda scared I'll fall like a Jackfruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need River Isalnd's flair high-waisted ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the old you. Maybe you hadn't changed. WE change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1895390194260463594?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1895390194260463594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1895390194260463594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/08/use-somebody.html' title='use somebody.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-6466079040226205816</id><published>2009-08-25T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:11:19.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy sh*t.</title><content type='html'>I didn't feel relieved at all, now that exams are so yesterdayyye.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like laughing my ass off at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask me why, but the sound of holidays just makes me a really happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, let's just hope for the best holiday ever.&lt;br /&gt;One thing fo sure, I can't join FAMIGLIA and their Amazing Race Challenge Raya Edition because I'll be super duper crazy busy like dog poo talking to huge boxes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving so definitely I need to work hard to clean this irritating house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay looking forward for Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get to shop around with another crazy ass Fibs and Chips.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Ain hurry finish your five darn papers and we can go to Night Safari then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY WANT TO GET THIS DONE DURING HOLLIES:&lt;br /&gt;When people's busy earning money, I shall get busy spending money.&lt;br /&gt;Í'm always different,nyeh!&lt;br /&gt;1) Ice Cream!&lt;br /&gt;2) SKYRIDE!&lt;br /&gt;3) F21!&lt;br /&gt;4) Chasing Sunsets!&lt;br /&gt;5) ehehehe, lose some meat. (but this means saving money since I'll eat less!)&lt;br /&gt;Okay all these means I need to earn ka-ching to spend more.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY READY SET-GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I will not talk to people who have a habit of bringing me down.&lt;br /&gt;Din tells me, it's good to remain silent.&lt;br /&gt;Because if I get too mad, I'll scream and that's not good.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm keeping quiet now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-6466079040226205816?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6466079040226205816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6466079040226205816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-sht.html' title='Holy sh*t.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-5393796846328329298</id><published>2009-08-21T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:22:49.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the bottom of my broken heart.</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I'm mean&lt;br /&gt;But as far as I know,&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to be a betterman&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to get involved in political sh*t&lt;br /&gt;Let alone,forgetting about my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To You, the first heartbroken soul: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have never forgotten&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We just lack the OPPORTUNITY to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;No one's to be blamed here,&lt;br /&gt;it's just time's being mean.&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna go ahead and say I'm the ONE,&lt;br /&gt;like i said, there's nothing I can do to change your mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hardly talk, &lt;br /&gt;thats because i hardly talk to anyone&lt;br /&gt;But you chose to listen to others&lt;br /&gt;again I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;I have always kept quiet,&lt;br /&gt;but my silence has its limits&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when i say ït's all up to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you say i don't care&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO CARE,&lt;br /&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes more than my family.&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you people run to each other and share about how much I've changed without bothering to check what's really happening,&lt;br /&gt;it just turns sour.&lt;br /&gt;But I kept quiet again,&lt;br /&gt;because I know sh*t happens and that I''m not an angel and I can't stop people from talking about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To You, heartbroken Soul 2(Or maybe not so heartbroken afterall):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it happens countless times and my closest friends have to tell me and ask me about what's bothering each and everytime between us,&lt;br /&gt;I just get really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Because here I am struggling to keep my feet on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;when you get to anyone and just get it all busted.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted people to think that there's anything wrong happening&lt;br /&gt;because when it happens, I know it's gonna be me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; worse, i hate it when my closest ones have to worry about what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;about my own problems.&lt;br /&gt;i never wanted them to come into the picture and get all upset.&lt;br /&gt;because i love them.&lt;br /&gt;I know I hurt you and forgot about it all,&lt;br /&gt;but it has always been hard for me to FORGET.&lt;br /&gt;I said mean things to you, but that's because I'm really mad and I said things I don't mean.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if your annoying &amp; irrtating behavior's actually to stamp your initials on my forehead,&lt;br /&gt;but I never can forget you.&lt;br /&gt;because we'll see each other alot.&lt;br /&gt;But you of all people, who claimed to know me better than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;And one sentence, just once sentence made you turn sour and it'll make you remember FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, YOU PLAYED A HUGE PART IN MY LIFE. You shouldve known because I said you are my BEST FRIEND and you claimed to regard me as your own sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell, if i speak, it's my mind and what i think.&lt;br /&gt;It's never about criticizing people critically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to be selfish and find that I'm constantly worrying about others.&lt;br /&gt;I do, but if you don't feel it.&lt;br /&gt;i guess my effort's getting nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry if i've hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just human.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stood for years always getting the blame.&lt;br /&gt;And i just dont want to justify.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm really sick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired.&lt;br /&gt;Life's really unfair,&lt;br /&gt;but come to think of it again,&lt;br /&gt;life has always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me laughing alot,&lt;br /&gt;but there are just so many challenges I had to face.&lt;br /&gt;Challenges that some other kids don't have to face.&lt;br /&gt;At times, i'm proud because God gave me the extra strength.&lt;br /&gt;But other times, like presently,&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I can escape from the sorrows. I really feel USELESS now, life.&lt;br /&gt;And I really love the rain for knowing when to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIEWERS'ADVICE.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT EMO-ING. THIS IS DE-STRESSING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siol lah my post damn long.&lt;br /&gt;DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-5393796846328329298?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5393796846328329298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5393796846328329298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-has-always-been-me.html' title='from the bottom of my broken heart.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-7319667136095229659</id><published>2009-08-20T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:51:14.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatcha Jerk.</title><content type='html'>STOP ANNOYING ME ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, I really miss famiglia.&lt;br /&gt;I really really really miss famiglia.&lt;br /&gt;My life's pretty much doomed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-7319667136095229659?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7319667136095229659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7319667136095229659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/08/hatcha-jerk.html' title='Hatcha Jerk.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-115056782707812501</id><published>2009-08-19T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:09:36.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snip snip sniff sniff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Soz2qkoN_eI/AAAAAAAAAm4/h--c88oQ0dU/s1600-h/erino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Soz2qkoN_eI/AAAAAAAAAm4/h--c88oQ0dU/s400/erino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371939666793463266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Soz2dHox-oI/AAAAAAAAAmw/JnIXsd6Byp8/s1600-h/erin_o_connor_mode_large_qualite_uk.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 365px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Soz2dHox-oI/AAAAAAAAAmw/JnIXsd6Byp8/s400/erin_o_connor_mode_large_qualite_uk.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371939435672894082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who carry these hairstyles superbly.&lt;br /&gt;Meh, OKAY I'M JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;Especially of Ain and Fibs who carry short hairstyles so elegantly and nicely.&lt;br /&gt;I waaaaaaaaant.&lt;br /&gt;But I have visions of me and coconuts, or Pau if I ever go for these kinds of haircuts.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I wanna grow my hair longer.&lt;br /&gt;But at times, I just get so frustrated I'd rather snip it awayyy.&lt;br /&gt;But mom says I'll look like Ikea Meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;She asks me to grow longer hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh alright, I'll grow longer armpit hair and snip my head hair!&lt;br /&gt;OR this sounds like a better idea.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold a bootcamp for myself so that I'll lose tons of kilograms.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, then I can cut my hair and not look like MEATBALLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I HATE MY HAIR NOW!&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here:(&lt;br /&gt;I wish tomorrow I'll wake up with ever-changing hairstyles:D&lt;br /&gt;sayyy Erin O'Connor's Hair and leave her bald for a day tmr:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IM CASH-STRAPPED.&lt;br /&gt;I want to workkk.&lt;br /&gt;I want to work in a jungle at night, taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Monkeys, if you''re reading my blog, please tell your trainers I want to work with huge cameras at your place.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, love you monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;*HOOOHOOOHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-115056782707812501?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/115056782707812501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/115056782707812501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/08/snip-snip-sniff-sniff.html' title='Snip snip sniff sniff.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Soz2qkoN_eI/AAAAAAAAAm4/h--c88oQ0dU/s72-c/erino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-6451218858181528935</id><published>2009-08-18T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:53:38.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wakilala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SouhbQOk4jI/AAAAAAAAAmo/LIlx7VGpC3E/s1600-h/I_Suck_At_Math_Stamp_by_GriffSGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 59px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SouhbQOk4jI/AAAAAAAAAmo/LIlx7VGpC3E/s400/I_Suck_At_Math_Stamp_by_GriffSGirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371564470154093106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SouhRDnWyNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/UiOJRFR1dU8/s1600-h/Error_II__Math__What_math__by_starbuxx.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SouhRDnWyNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/UiOJRFR1dU8/s400/Error_II__Math__What_math__by_starbuxx.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371564294969673938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I finally realised that I can be the worst accountant alive.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I realised that I suck so much at keeping track of money, no wonder usually alot came out, but nothing came back.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I realised that I am forever stuck in the wrong school studying the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;Today,I realised that I've fallen for the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I realised that I am gonna miss my lovely darlings ALOT once they set off for HK.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I realised that my VAIO couldnt connect to the school's network, when it was already connected.&lt;br /&gt;Today I realised that today's a really bad day.&lt;br /&gt;someone just passed his WEDNESDAY BLUES to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking got ONE OUT OF THIRTY MARKS for ACCOUNTINGS.&lt;br /&gt;And my aunts have the cheek to ask me to consider being an accountant in the future.&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;When I told mom, she giggled a little and she said, "It's okay darling, at least you got a little something out of it. One mark is better than zero!" &lt;br /&gt;Tell me I have the cutest mom on earth!&lt;br /&gt;How can I be as positive as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to sleeping mode and I have vowed to finish PMKT by today so i can start with the FREAKING ATRM.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;This is when I use this,&lt;br /&gt;"When you realise you got a bird poo on your head, be thankful that elephants don't fly"&lt;br /&gt;Lucky bobo, he doesnt fly around my head:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-6451218858181528935?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6451218858181528935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/6451218858181528935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/08/wakilala.html' title='Wakilala.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SouhbQOk4jI/AAAAAAAAAmo/LIlx7VGpC3E/s72-c/I_Suck_At_Math_Stamp_by_GriffSGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-7605031801925239946</id><published>2009-08-18T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:51:37.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset chaser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SoqiP27bZTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/mUqZkQQMN0Q/s1600-h/sunset_by_ugnes92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SoqiP27bZTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/mUqZkQQMN0Q/s320/sunset_by_ugnes92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371283898919249202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like chasing sunsets, you.&lt;br /&gt;i feel the heat, but it lasts only for a second.&lt;br /&gt;there goes another tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try not to be disappointed this time.&lt;br /&gt;it's not the first, i genuinely hope i won't fall that easily &amp; this is the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;does it even exist?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-7605031801925239946?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7605031801925239946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/7605031801925239946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunset-chaser.html' title='Sunset chaser.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SoqiP27bZTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/mUqZkQQMN0Q/s72-c/sunset_by_ugnes92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-5310219813403156521</id><published>2009-08-17T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:26:43.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOBOBOBOBOBY.'/><title type='text'>Baby boy.</title><content type='html'>Boho's getting more and more stubborn these days.&lt;br /&gt;He's throwing tantrums now and then.&lt;br /&gt;He bit my nose the other day which left a hole,&lt;br /&gt;and it looks like I have a nose piercing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in one day, if he doesnt get his daily dosage of my pretty cousin's voice and touch, &lt;br /&gt;he won't sleep and continue screaming.&lt;br /&gt;my baby's getting horny.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to find a girl of his type:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, he knows how to open his cage door already.&lt;br /&gt;And he seems to be very proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;I have to clip his wings more often now.&lt;br /&gt;Naughty boyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm not abusing.&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt really know his directions and he's a really clumsy bird.&lt;br /&gt;So if he flies around the house and hit every walls, he may get injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss him even more when we part:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-5310219813403156521?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5310219813403156521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/5310219813403156521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-boy.html' title='Baby boy.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-1564494389219008949</id><published>2009-08-16T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:41:29.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The City</title><content type='html'>I'm Hooked.&lt;br /&gt;Yes Hooked.&lt;br /&gt;This is dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glued to the TV set just because of this new awesome series, something like The Sex &amp; The City, but minus the sex this time.&lt;br /&gt;Just The City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sojo0SX01PI/AAAAAAAAAj8/v-KRitBIqN0/s1600-h/175786493af3dff3_Street_6_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sojo0SX01PI/AAAAAAAAAj8/v-KRitBIqN0/s320/175786493af3dff3_Street_6_0068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370798540621927666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons being, the ever inspirational Whitney.&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that, her fashionista guy-crazy friend Erin Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;She spells HOT with a big H.&lt;br /&gt;And the one battling with body issues, supermod Allie Crandell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SojpnKrMzKI/AAAAAAAAAkM/D_BpCSNAek0/s1600-h/Street_4_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SojpnKrMzKI/AAAAAAAAAkM/D_BpCSNAek0/s200/Street_4_0138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370799414729034914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sojpmrq2BSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/1bcVp6ruyHk/s1600-h/allie0331.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sojpmrq2BSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/1bcVp6ruyHk/s200/allie0331.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370799406406042914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hot boyfie, Adam, a once-in-a-while extreme asshole but yet the i'll-catch-you-when-you-fall kinda guy.&lt;br /&gt;Gee, guys are such huge puzzles to be solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin Lucas is currently my new fashion icon:)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna work hard to get her shoes:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SojtFy0_ZCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/wp29rqWlZgA/s1600-h/BlackBerry%2BTour%2BSmartphone%2BSprint%2BLaunch%2BParty%2Bh9-mtADFAFil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SojtFy0_ZCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/wp29rqWlZgA/s400/BlackBerry%2BTour%2BSmartphone%2BSprint%2BLaunch%2BParty%2Bh9-mtADFAFil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370803239438476322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-1564494389219008949?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1564494389219008949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/1564494389219008949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/08/city.html' title='The City'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/Sojo0SX01PI/AAAAAAAAAj8/v-KRitBIqN0/s72-c/175786493af3dff3_Street_6_0068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967027691628692471.post-8094034033130604653</id><published>2009-08-16T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:16:51.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Back.</title><content type='html'>I know i may have pissed some of you people because i keep on deleting and re-creating a blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But Life's playing its tricks on me.&lt;br /&gt;At one point of time, when i dont think I need a blog anymore, SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I just have to keep track of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So natadaaaaa,&lt;br /&gt;a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait,SBH is currently on repeat mode in my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;You ought to listen to this dynamic group too.&lt;br /&gt;I find that their schoolboy themed songs are pretty humorous,&lt;br /&gt;thats why it's School Boy Humor.&lt;br /&gt;They're pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;Check ém out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SojZiFoK3HI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cXpvpKVBU24/s1600-h/SBH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SojZiFoK3HI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cXpvpKVBU24/s320/SBH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370781735288757362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967027691628692471-8094034033130604653?l=ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8094034033130604653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967027691628692471/posts/default/8094034033130604653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzie-oswalds.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Back.'/><author><name>Nur Azreen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647822346422998264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/StxYnMxv5hI/AAAAAAAAApg/R5zqEDODbQY/S220/n787221702_2647562_3365904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dect8gEjgxc/SojZiFoK3HI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cXpvpKVBU24/s72-c/SBH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
