<?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-30229455</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:47:37.801+08:00</updated><category term='IS'/><title type='text'>Chronicles of NordyBaxter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-6414587556355127684</id><published>2009-03-25T13:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:51:18.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really smelly belly</title><content type='html'>exgf, you leave me with no choice. you leave me far astray. you want me to watch over you. i want to. in the end you still treat me like dirt. im no dog, you're no more eight of hearts. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-6414587556355127684?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/6414587556355127684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=6414587556355127684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/6414587556355127684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/6414587556355127684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-smelly-belly.html' title='really smelly belly'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-4453225198659098971</id><published>2009-03-24T05:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:00:22.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets live like a snake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;okayyy!!! now, all i want is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FdhKhVO3b0A/ScgEaPCpOBI/AAAAAAAAABc/YMhNtfb_2w0/s1600-h/DSC00767-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FdhKhVO3b0A/ScgEaPCpOBI/AAAAAAAAABc/YMhNtfb_2w0/s400/DSC00767-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316504208871602194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FdhKhVO3b0A/ScgEaBVCs4I/AAAAAAAAABU/lLS0z3u-DMc/s1600-h/DSC00764-1.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/_FdhKhVO3b0A/ScgEaBVCs4I/AAAAAAAAABU/lLS0z3u-DMc/s400/DSC00764-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316504205190673282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FdhKhVO3b0A/ScgEZdapyaI/AAAAAAAAABM/f6kEertkGGo/s1600-h/DSC00768-1.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/_FdhKhVO3b0A/ScgEZdapyaI/AAAAAAAAABM/f6kEertkGGo/s400/DSC00768-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316504195550529954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im gonna buy a first hand yamaha X1R soon! im gonna keep it till i die. im gonna modify it till there's no more modification can be done! its gonna be my favorite bike forever. and its gonna make me happy everyday. hahaha. ade gitu. well, i know im not gonna sell it. =) wanna work all out and downpay a thousand for this bike. three years to full payment! be responsible every month to pay installments. learn to save money! its good to be single! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wanna play the game? okay lets play. no mercy. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-4453225198659098971?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FdhKhVO3b0A/ScgEaPCpOBI/AAAAAAAAABc/YMhNtfb_2w0/s72-c/DSC00767-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-7667205891668575225</id><published>2009-03-13T02:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:08:46.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;estee dedicate this song to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt; which touched me alot and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt; made me willing to wait.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;this is why i love her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;her sincerity is true... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;=) i love you, buttercheeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;no one knows what you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt; actually doing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T98zYbnYf08&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T98zYbnYf08&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*stupid imeem, can't play full song -____-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102); "&gt;a song for you Nordy Baxter :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;underlined = you. &lt;br /&gt;italicized = me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hey darling &lt;br /&gt;I hope you're good tonight &lt;br /&gt;And I know you don't feel right when I'm leaving &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I want it but no I don't need it &lt;br /&gt;Tell me something sweet to get me by &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't come back home till they're singing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til everyone is singing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can wait till I get home &lt;br /&gt;Then I swear to you &lt;br /&gt;That we can make this last &lt;br /&gt;(La la la) &lt;br /&gt;If you can wait till I get home &lt;br /&gt;Then I swear come tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;This will all be in our past &lt;br /&gt;Well it might be for the best &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102); "&gt;And hey sweetie &lt;br /&gt;Well I need you here tonight &lt;br /&gt;And I know that you don't want to be leaving me &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you want it but I can't help it &lt;br /&gt;I just feel complete when you're by my side &lt;br /&gt;But I know you can't come home 'til they're singing&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til everyone is singing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can wait till I get home &lt;br /&gt;Then I swear to you &lt;br /&gt;That we can make this last &lt;br /&gt;(La la la) &lt;br /&gt;If you can wait till I get home &lt;br /&gt;Then I swear come tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;This will all be in our past &lt;br /&gt;Well it might be for the best &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know you can't give me what I need &lt;br /&gt;And even though you mean so much to me &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait through everything&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102); "&gt;Is this really happening? &lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll never be happy again &lt;br /&gt;And don't you dare say we can just be friends &lt;br /&gt;I'm not some boy that you can sway &lt;br /&gt;We knew it'd happen eventually &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Everybody's singing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102); "&gt;Jiggo loves us. &lt;br /&gt;You'll know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102); "&gt;love, buttercheeks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-7667205891668575225?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/7667205891668575225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=7667205891668575225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/7667205891668575225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/7667205891668575225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you-baby.html' title='i love you baby.'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-5988351757475212539</id><published>2009-03-06T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:14:48.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jigsaw falling into place</title><content type='html'>hello smelly people! the world needs you! ive realize, me and you are jigsaws falling into place. and my friends are the ones who destroying them one by one, time after time. we should be together and left alone. and no one will never ever intefere us cause we are extremely happy together. i should pick up what ive been through. pick up all the things i did correct that made us perfect. its like picking up the right jigsaw and place it into the correct yet perfect place. continue what a our dream and reach our destiny together as one, and forever. i love you buttercheeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-5988351757475212539?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/5988351757475212539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=5988351757475212539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/5988351757475212539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/5988351757475212539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/03/jigsaw-falling-into-place.html' title='jigsaw falling into place'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-557698482043640925</id><published>2009-03-03T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:13:52.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xiaofire</title><content type='html'>thank you ex girlfriend for posting the previous post. girl prasan. haha! why not you give me your password the i'll post "i miss you, exbf".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-557698482043640925?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/557698482043640925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=557698482043640925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/557698482043640925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/557698482043640925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/03/xiaofire.html' title='xiaofire'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-6871447421352436969</id><published>2009-03-03T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:05:09.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ants have the sense of smell stronger than a dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FdhKhVO3b0A/SawRoO0W0YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wgHEWrEnGJg/s1600-h/IMG_0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308637443633107330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FdhKhVO3b0A/SawRoO0W0YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wgHEWrEnGJg/s400/IMG_0323.jpg" 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dog'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FdhKhVO3b0A/SawRoO0W0YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wgHEWrEnGJg/s72-c/IMG_0323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-4991326335616729631</id><published>2009-03-02T05:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:41:47.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kichap night</title><content type='html'>hello smelly people. had a great day! =D first. went off to town, in the rain! funfunfun. then off to esplanade they wanna watch the bands playing. i actually choose not to be there, but what the fuck. then off to marina square cause ayum wanna buy his ns stuffs. just some things that i wanna buy. so who wanna follow me shopping?! im available anytime cause i need shopping real bad. then off to memo. met fahmi, brought his car and this canvas for us to seat on the wet floor but in the end our butts still got wet. kimchi.. then me and afiq went home cause dad said be home by 12.30. so we did, but after that we sneaked out. hahaha. met them at woodlands then off to kranji damp. found a place. *kening naik naik, misai turun turun* salah gila. then we decided to go OCH to walk around. im the hero. HAHA. chey, feeling rambo for awhile ah. then off to see bapok, that turns fahmi on. HAHAHAHA. we had lots off fun as usual.. nothing can stop us from laughing!!!! love you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: if you are reading this, please continue reading. haha. i change for my own good. i dont expect things from anyone. i learnt lots of lesson. i know i wont repeat it again. why should i bother staying if you're still afraid and hurt myself everytime i think of you? the things you did that made me sad and disappoint me alot, eventually made me strong and made me think properly. its either we go back together, or not be back at all. if you want us to be together again but not now, im not gonna stay and break my heart everyday. because of what we've discussed recently, made me wait again. but it all end up the same. you didnt respond me, you didnt do what you wanted to do, we didnt meet in the end. even i want you to follow me to the clinic, i got rejected cause the reason was you wanna go satar with your bf even though he's still asleep.  what was that all about?? you broke my heart in just one day after i decided to wait for you. i love you, i know i do. but thinking of you with someone else, repels me from you. you want to be happy, were you happy enough when we met secretly? yes, no? but true, you started a new journey. i respect that, but i dont respect what are you doing to me now. i dont wanna be your friend, i just wanna be your lover. if you truely love me, you should be neutral. not hiding your feelings towards me like what you did. i just want the old us back, thats all. im giving you time now. i can wait, but my patience has almost gone dry. i love you no matter what. and yeah, thanks for the memories too. we did look cute together. =\ oh well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-4991326335616729631?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/4991326335616729631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=4991326335616729631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/4991326335616729631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/4991326335616729631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/03/kichap-night.html' title='kichap night'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-4516608491117997797</id><published>2009-03-01T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:59:19.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakjengkrap</title><content type='html'>that is it. what's done, has been done! you like it? pushing me away. then face it not facing me anymore. im sick and tired of being pushing around like how evil children trying to torture a kitten. the kitten is now giving a hissing sound that scares the children away. no use for the kitten being cute when the children dont appreciate the cuteness. the children dont deserve it. now tell me why if you think the kitten shouldnt run away. giving chances has limits now i guess. now, you've changed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-4516608491117997797?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/4516608491117997797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=4516608491117997797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/4516608491117997797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/4516608491117997797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/03/sakjengkrap.html' title='sakjengkrap'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-2750387175307355523</id><published>2009-02-28T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:59:07.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what twhe hwell!</title><content type='html'>why are all my previous post turned into thick black lines???!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-2750387175307355523?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/2750387175307355523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=2750387175307355523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/2750387175307355523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/2750387175307355523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-twhe-hwell.html' title='what twhe hwell!'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-7199301034802807768</id><published>2009-02-28T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:47:04.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>till the end.</title><content type='html'>i hate to see you sad. and i dont want to make you angry. but i love you for who you were. im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-7199301034802807768?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/7199301034802807768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=7199301034802807768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/7199301034802807768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/7199301034802807768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/02/till-end.html' title='till the end.'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-9140315178069472685</id><published>2009-02-28T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:08:24.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hit the bottom and escape.</title><content type='html'>well! so im at ayum's place, when there's no one. his house is all mine! haha. infront of the pc smoking feels like as if im edward norton workning on car accidents. got nothing to do! time to re-layout this shithole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-9140315178069472685?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/9140315178069472685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=9140315178069472685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/9140315178069472685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/9140315178069472685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hit-bottom-and-escape.html' title='i hit the bottom and escape.'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-911972890365232148</id><published>2009-02-28T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:29:22.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up! you're gonna miss the pretty sunshine baby!</title><content type='html'>i wanna cuddle on bed again!!! and with a twist of a lemon, jiggy jig!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i'll always feel like when i just woke up. big and strong. HAHAHA. sounds so wrong. pfft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-911972890365232148?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/911972890365232148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=911972890365232148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/911972890365232148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/911972890365232148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/02/wake-up-youre-gonna-miss-pretty.html' title='wake up! you&apos;re gonna miss the pretty sunshine baby!'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-6706308850938657787</id><published>2009-02-28T06:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:39:44.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i get eaten by the worms, and weird fishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the deepest ocean&lt;br /&gt;The bottom of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;They turn me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I stay here?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be crazy not to follow&lt;br /&gt;Follow where you lead&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;They turn me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on to phantoms&lt;br /&gt;I follow to the edge of the earth&lt;br /&gt;And fall off&lt;br /&gt;Everybody leaves&lt;br /&gt;If they get the chance&lt;br /&gt;And this is my chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get eaten by the worms&lt;br /&gt;And weird fishes&lt;br /&gt;Picked over by the worms&lt;br /&gt;And weird fishes&lt;br /&gt;Weird fishes&lt;br /&gt;Weird fishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I&lt;br /&gt;I'll hit the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Hit the bottom and escape&lt;br /&gt;Escape&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;I'll hit the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Hit the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Hit the bottom and escape&lt;br /&gt;Escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i need is, radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;went out with telur. had pizza hut. then met my friends. got bored. didnt wanna go home. so thon. everyone met at my place. then head to skatepark. trespassed. basicly, AMAZED. the big, mean and vicious skatepark kept pushing me away from life. off to skate. really really motivated. crack some crazy shitass jokes. then head off to mac's to eat supper. then off to kallang bridge. crack some more crazy jokes thanks to ahmad. he brought aziee along. really really had fun. and its gonna stay like this forever. nothing will bring me down no more. =) thanks to the guys. who made my day, everyday. sorry farhan, fahmi, ayum, haziq, afiq, has, zaki, farhankadir and many more others for disappointing them. cause they didnt know what to say to me already. so now, i know. my friends really really care about me. which i really appreciate. thank you guys. no other can compete. im at ayums place now. working at 11 tmrw! its 6.26am now! ham piang sami!! good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-6706308850938657787?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/6706308850938657787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=6706308850938657787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/6706308850938657787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/6706308850938657787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-be-eaten-by-worms-and-weird-fishes.html' title='i get eaten by the worms, and weird fishes'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-6413003677999219942</id><published>2009-02-27T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:37:51.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fast game peh.</title><content type='html'>yesterday: went out after bathing. FOC delivery. then it rained heavily. got sick of getting wet cause i just bathed that time. sneak in someone's place. slept like a baby. both of us. then decided to go vivo. a fast game shopping, which was actually not. two-wheeled transport her home. went to meet forgive and gang. recorded. then off to saffron to eat. really had  fun yesterday. i skipped work! cuddling is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's plan!: trespass the new gigantic skatepark. skate till its dark. then skate at sinchiapour's poly. till at night. then off to marine parade!!! paipai smelly people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-6413003677999219942?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/6413003677999219942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=6413003677999219942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/6413003677999219942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/6413003677999219942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/02/fast-game-peh.html' title='fast game peh.'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-2827356935247099100</id><published>2009-02-26T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T04:14:05.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye country, hello nightclub</title><content type='html'>hello smelly people. a smelly test paper to start a good day. =) then head home for a smelly cat nap. followed by a smelly phone call. then smelly bathe. then off to smelly work. work was okay, but it rained heavily. D= but the fun thing is, it made my shouting and singing loudly while i was on the road. hahahaha. "come on an let it outtttt!! come on and let it outttt!!" and many more random songs like "she got her own thing, thats why i love herrrr. miss independent..." hahahaha. and the dangerous song too. HAHAHA. but it was fun, even though people though im crazy. =D i like playing in the rain on my bike. people should do that. had closing. then FOC delivery. followed by a lovely goodnight... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-2827356935247099100?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/2827356935247099100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=2827356935247099100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/2827356935247099100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/2827356935247099100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-country-hello-nightclub.html' title='goodbye country, hello nightclub'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-7965613487058939136</id><published>2009-02-23T03:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T03:46:26.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring blog!</title><content type='html'>i think i should change my layout. and upload more photos. but not now okay? when im free. chao sinchi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-7965613487058939136?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/7965613487058939136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=7965613487058939136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/7965613487058939136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/7965613487058939136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/02/boring-blog.html' title='boring blog!'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-4690055177431207856</id><published>2009-02-23T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T03:44:23.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red blue green and red blue green.</title><content type='html'>im kichaping soon. i just reached home since saturday night.. met ahmad and yann at cityhall. had a smoke. then ahmad wanted to explore mt fabour cause he wanna play corner. HAHA. i told ahmad the road there is exactly the road you see in africa. okay not africa la. malaysia. but, degil, still wanna go. so anything la. went off, after a few meters. ahmad changed his mind and decided to visit the new skatepark. kepiau! in the end, the road the east coast park was blocked. pfft! we went backkkkkk to esplande and chill. while i was walking, flashbacks of the old times at esplande. the curb me, estella and my friends used to sit at. we call it kerby curb. that reminds me of the time when me and estella were at raffles... that was where the magic begins.. =) i can still remember when i cried cause i cant make her happy and in the end she consoled me. haha. her soft hands.... back to the story, went to yann's place to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i woke up by the music of loud pipes. haha. yann's mom cooked maggie which i honestly say, it sucks. serious. but oh well, respect. forced myself to eat cause i was too hungry. later that night. was gonna meet afiq, in the end. he went home. -____-" i got no where to go so i decided to go PIE(tuas) which ended up in queensway. hahaha. flashbacks of us riding in the rain like a road water theme park! i seriously enjoyed getting wet and splashed on my bike. hahaha. soooo funnnn. then entered aye(ecp) straight to tampines to make FOC handmade delivery! =)))) haha. after that met fahmi and his dad's car at my place then off to left 4 dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted buttercheeks to follow...... cause i miss her alot even though it was a few hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home, ended up here. KICHAPED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight sleepy peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-4690055177431207856?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/4690055177431207856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=4690055177431207856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/4690055177431207856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/4690055177431207856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-blue-green-and-red-blue-green.html' title='red blue green and red blue green.'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-1135269561583207589</id><published>2009-02-22T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T07:21:11.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look up the stars, look how they shine for you..</title><content type='html'>ive returned. returned from an unfinished journey. i cant stop crying after reading my previous posts. the sweet sentences ive typed out, were all sincere. straight from my heart and soul. wasnt pretending at all. the times we had were so powerful. permanent in my brain. never will forget, never ever. after the long one and a half year that i really love, things changed. cause i got carried away. mislead. lost control. now, im back to where i belong. the soft side of me, but i cant put any high hopes. cause i changed her. i dont have the right to hold on to her as close and as tight as possible anymore. but i will hold her in my heart. forever will. i will face, consequences, karma, her resolutions, what i deserve. even though she's far astray. even though without her knowing. memories of her keeps me warm, even though its teasing me. every single soft touch of her, are becoming into dreams. which again i will never forget and never stop dreaming. every songs that we listened, will always be in my favourite music list. the songs which brought us together, still makes me smile, and i hope she smile too wherever and whenever she is, if she is listening to it. all the things we did which i wrote on the previous posts, cant overlap my happiness from other things. the greatest will always be the greatest. she's the greatest thing that happened in my life.. none others can compete, even in the future. im crying my eyeballs out everyday, even now. i just miss the old us alotalot like how moms missed their childrens when they were babies.&lt;br /&gt;she is my baby. always be.&lt;br /&gt;she is my house cat. always be.&lt;br /&gt;she is my coco pops. always be.&lt;br /&gt;she is my goodmorning and goodnight. always be.&lt;br /&gt;she is my cuddling little cat. always be.&lt;br /&gt;she is my brightest star. always be.&lt;br /&gt;she's my, buttercheeks.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-1135269561583207589?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/1135269561583207589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=1135269561583207589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/1135269561583207589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/1135269561583207589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-up-stars-look-how-they-shine-for.html' title='look up the stars, look how they shine for you..'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-5763841064029417448</id><published>2007-07-25T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:44:57.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>i met this girl, unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;she's beautiful, in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;the first time we communicate,&lt;br /&gt;like as if we had been together for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;we laughed together often,&lt;br /&gt;her smile made me smile,&lt;br /&gt;and my smile made her smile.&lt;br /&gt;its an increasing cycle of smiles,&lt;br /&gt;that i hope it will never end,&lt;br /&gt;but continue till the sky falls on us.&lt;br /&gt;she's the one who understand,&lt;br /&gt;trying so hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;that made me feel so appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;im too speechless to repay her kindness.&lt;br /&gt;speechless as i cant believe anyone would do that for me.&lt;br /&gt;the speechless can lead to a happy cry.&lt;br /&gt;that will show her how much i appreciate her.&lt;br /&gt;i'll repay her kindness, in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;my repay will made her feel like she wanna repay too.&lt;br /&gt;and its another increasing cycle of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;she's the one, who i will be there for, always.&lt;br /&gt;she's the one, i will never forget and always forgive.&lt;br /&gt;she's the one, that can make me feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;she's the one, can make me comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;she's the one, who is willing.&lt;br /&gt;she's the one, who i love&lt;br /&gt;she's my estella.&lt;br /&gt;my brightest star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-5763841064029417448?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/5763841064029417448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=5763841064029417448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/5763841064029417448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/5763841064029417448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2007/07/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-1267297468404882731</id><published>2007-07-13T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T17:24:58.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored: for the sake of updating</title><content type='html'>a boring day for meeeeeee! school was boring! but i did pay attention. heh. no one at home. no one to talk to. i miss estella. i have no idea how to call her. both of our cellphone got confiscated. power ke ape seh? but she usually call me at night so no worries. =) we'll be meeting on friday night to hangout somewhere in pasir ris. picnic at night? that will be great. i need to study. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss your smell, i miss you too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's the best girlfriend ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-1267297468404882731?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/1267297468404882731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=1267297468404882731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/1267297468404882731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/1267297468404882731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2007/07/bored-for-sake-of-updating.html' title='bored: for the sake of updating'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-8026198743112244393</id><published>2007-06-04T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:21:57.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IS'/><title type='text'>Extraordinary</title><content type='html'>HI! nama saya ni, akhmad! saya ni, datang dari jAYBEE. saya suka orang bau ketiak dia sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of the winner of miss universe: estella; im updating my blog. gayrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmm, first of all, i wanna start from yesterday. followed my family like anjing woofwoof. after that went to subc for a gig. forgive was performing. so yeah. had fun. then went off early to meet estella at pasir ris. she's my cuddly girlfriend from teletubbies land. ahhaha. -___-" i hurried like as if like the world is rotating the opposite way. then we went off the the fishing pond to relax and many more. stars were'nt that bright enough but who cares, i own the brightest star already. then reached home at 11plus i think. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day, had school. decided to skip dnt for estella. mcm: "uuuuu i dah korban kan motor i untuk u, abeh u buat i mcm gini....." HAHAH ignore that. estella came to my school area just to fetch me. eggstella, you're really appreciated. went off to eat kfc. zinger is everything to us. after that walked from tampines mall to my house [pasir ris]. WHAT WAS I THINKING?! oh ya, wanna waste time. sorry b.. b for bachen hahahahahahahaha. kidding lah. went into my house to change clothes, estella was waiting outside. then i let her in. after that went off to pasir ris park. romance by the beach. after that wanna go sex tower, but estella was afraid of the story there. hahaha. no lah, it was under construction. i think. then went off to downtown to eat. after that went the pond again. i farted during a wrong time and she merajuk. hahahaha. after all that, we slept at the playground together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING FROM EGGSTELLA WAS LIKE AS IF IM IN FAIRY TALES OF LOVEY DOVEY! hahaha. i love you. alotalot. haahahahahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-8026198743112244393?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/8026198743112244393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=8026198743112244393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/8026198743112244393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/8026198743112244393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2007/06/extraordinary.html' title='Extraordinary'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-7354937705722020636</id><published>2007-05-15T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T01:32:07.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>distorted thoughts of addiction</title><content type='html'>i cant sleep for obvious reasons. although its not worth it thinking about. but fuck, it keeps moshing through my head. i wont spill it out here. gonna keep it to myself. leaving a friend is as easy as abc when it gets really out of hand. they change like as if they're the six seasons. fuck it. friends are people who stay with you and never lead somebody. trying to be a bigfuck. trying to be a trendstarter. fuck you, just be yourself and feel appreciated. friendship is not about music. friendship is for great support and accompany. dont selfproclaim that you're already out of the crowd by listening to different music. i dont care what you listen to, my friend. dont try to stand out of the crowd if you're not ready. it means you're trying too hard. if you're still a kid, then be a kid before you're all grown up/physically mature. i just hate big fucks. they think they're better, but they dont realize whats low profile. mother fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im getting my external naris pierced soon. curiousity is intense addiction. no intention for attraction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-7354937705722020636?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/7354937705722020636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=7354937705722020636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/7354937705722020636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/7354937705722020636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2007/05/distorted-thoughts-of-addiction.html' title='distorted thoughts of addiction'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-134534437368087945</id><published>2007-05-10T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:04:39.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking mom fucking dad</title><content type='html'>i hate my fucking mom even though i know she cares about me. but she dont understand me. both mom and dad actually. they doesnt know how i study. they doesnt know how i feel. they assumed that im a spoilt kid who do not wanna study. like WTF. then what have i been doing since sec1? having fun in school? rape teachers? FUCK! how did i get into sec5? did i said i wanna fail and go to ITE? no? fuck it! they dont know how i feel deeply inside. i know im not that close when it comes to family. i tend to be closer to my friends who can understand me and know how i feel towards o level. they're are my motivation to study hard. and jealousy as well. friends who are in poly now. i'll join you guys soon. mom and dad, fuck you. you wouldnt want to need me anymore. i can tell by the way you guys threatened me if i fail my o level. send me wherever you want, but you wont see me again and if you guess i cant survive, i'll prove you guys fucking wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-134534437368087945?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/134534437368087945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=134534437368087945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/134534437368087945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/134534437368087945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2007/05/fucking-mom-fucking-dad.html' title='fucking mom fucking dad'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-1311363235166306097</id><published>2007-05-06T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T01:07:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty little pretty things</title><content type='html'>supp??? nyaha. what a tiring day for me. went out to hangout as usual over the weekends even though im currently having my mid years papers. gah fuck it. fuck it all. stress of studying already. keep forgetting formulas and formats. dang... anyway, i ended my day quite okay. my mom was really pissing me off. but fuck it. msn with sofie for three hours. from 12 plus till few minutes ago. talked about alot of stuffs which you dont wanna know which crack me up. hmmm. thats all i can say about today? and all the best to your mid year paper. =\ im really really really really *slaphead* tired and sleepy. 10pounds eyelids! bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-1311363235166306097?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/1311363235166306097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=1311363235166306097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/1311363235166306097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/1311363235166306097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2007/05/dirty-little-pretty-things.html' title='dirty little pretty things'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-7659671578714868033</id><published>2007-04-30T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:26:31.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for your.... bahaha</title><content type='html'>hey dickheads. currently feeling really exhausted. like bloodrush to the head every minute. yeah you know it dumb right. hanging out at cityhall with wonderful friends is in my blood already. im trying to figure out what's stressing me lately. being emotionaly disturbed is not the reason i guess. its just complicating to think about that. having midyear exams like soon. still cracking around. bahh.. there's a limit in life of education mann c'mon. obviously its not easy than i thought. ive always been drifted away from studies. maybe on purpose or its just teenage life. true? all you smart dumbfucks please dont try to look down on people like me. i'll prove myself wrong if i can. no idea what's the motivation but, gahh i wanna get out of secondary school really bad. i need freedom, alcohol and heroin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-7659671578714868033?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/7659671578714868033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=7659671578714868033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/7659671578714868033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/7659671578714868033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2007/04/waiting-for-your-bahaha.html' title='waiting for your.... bahaha'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-9221556199200870752</id><published>2007-04-19T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:55:22.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED</title><content type='html'>hey balls. new video. check it out. im updating my blog cause again, im dead bored. im actualy really lazy to post blogs and stuffs. well, i have nothing else to do, bitch. jfvhisdnv;oasdv;nasdughsdanviaslj. can any one spare me a music html code that doesnt show what is it playing? meaning no visual music media? anyone? please? i thought of changing background but, im too lazy to take photos and upload it as background. someday i guess. when things get out of control, in the boring way. haha. anyway, im bored baby! YEAH BALLS! school is stressing me out. o levels are coming real fast. and im slowly going back to the line. im not thinking of getting involved in relationships. yeah fuck that for now. after o's, let see how it'd goes. im putting my band aside as well. but still hanging out with my friends everyweek end. isnt that fair enough? heh. MY FUCKING GUITAR IS AT FUCKING BELLA LUNA STUDIO!! -_____-" i miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-9221556199200870752?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/9221556199200870752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=9221556199200870752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/9221556199200870752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/9221556199200870752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2007/04/bored.html' title='BORED'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-6013327997974957689</id><published>2007-04-17T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T01:16:42.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahahaha. this is kinda funny</title><content type='html'>helllllo. im blogging! far off yeah? mofos. as you can see, im posting a blog cause IVE BEEN CALLED EMO FOR THE FIRST TIME. hahaaha. weird lah. never experienced it before. i can say its quite interesting. haha. seriously interesting. i really wound like to know who tagged that. not gonna beat him up but, wanna take a good laugh. feel like making friends uh, but nah.... haha. he doesnt really know me. like what do you expect from just a stupid blog? hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hey friends do i wear black band shirts? with the bands of "from first to last, my chemical romance, see you next tuesday, thursday, saosin, silverstine, blablabla" all the fucked up bands? own answer=fucking no. do i wear tight black jeans with band buttons on it? own answer= fucking no. do i go to gigs and headbang to music like " alesana, saosin, silverstine blablabla" own answer=fucking no. does my band cover bands like that? own answer=fucking no. i know what i play, but you dont. AND YOU WILL NEVER FIND OUT. i realised scene kids are trying to be deathmetal nowadays. from avenged lamefold to job for a cowboy. ever heard of that band? that band suck. its all over the scene, if youve never heard of that band, dont even think about asking me cause, what did you called me?? emo eh? ohh... does emokid listens to DnB, house, ambient music?? does emokids listen to stone roses? huh?? does emokids has interest in trigger finger and synthesizers??? huh??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;give me five reasons why you called me emo. cause i look like one? hahahaha. that will be damn weird. what kind of eyes are you using? update your brains mofos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MAT! NAMA BAIK??!!! MANA BELI???? hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-6013327997974957689?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/6013327997974957689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=6013327997974957689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/6013327997974957689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/6013327997974957689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2007/04/hahahahaha-this-is-kinda-funny.html' title='hahahahaha. this is kinda funny'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-116989060592743144</id><published>2007-01-27T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T17:36:45.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sighs of sighs</title><content type='html'>well well.... hello people. im feeling dead bored right now. im ground for a day. i cant go out on SATURDAY. sheeeesh. cause yesterday i went out and came back late. but its worth it i guess. no other nightmare can beat staying at home lying down with a just a macbook with no one to talk to cause probably everyone is out cause its SATURDAY!!! darn. well... sigh, boredom. anyway, i went out yesterday cause we were celebrating syafiq's and ayuk's birthday. i met them at town. then head off to far east to eat but didnt cause i want fastfood. hehe. standard uh. only syafiq and ayuk were the one to eat. haha. birthday boy and girl. more like wedding. hahahahah. -___-" after eating went to the bridge to "you know what lah eh" lepak. then decided to walk around. after that head off to cityhall. they planned to walk all the way to cityhall, apparently it rained yesterday thank god for saving my legs from wearing off while walking to cityhall from orchard. so we took the bus, i fell asleep. they woke me up and i stunned. okay shut up. while walking towards memo, we met up adlan and guess what at the same time he was caught stealing a bar of chocolate. HAHAHA. the uncle was like "eh why you take me snickers? come here comer here." hahha. at last he decided to pay. hahaha. silly sia. haha. then me, adlan and yan went to mcdonalds to buy goodies, but at last they had free food over at supreme courts place. the place wear you can find many steps and its exactly next to padang. everyone else met over that place. there  were like two class of 30 students there. haha. then we ate and ate and ate till im full to death. then they played with flour and throw to one another. me and adlan survived. fina tried to throw at me but i have good legs i ran down the steps with full speed like speed demon. kuahahaha. blablabla, unfortunately they've already planned what are they going to do to me when my time comes. darn darn darn. while we were running around like mad cow diesease, security came to chase us away. haha. everyone grabbed their bags and ran away. i turned back cause adlan left his cigs there. HAHAHA okay shut up. i ran to take the box of cigs and lighter. nyahahaha. the i heard the man shouted "eh you!! come here!! you heard me, i know!!!" hahaha. but i ignored and run away. hahaha. the place was damn messy filled with plates and flour all around the place. hahaha. after everything. we went to esplanade to chill and watch typewriter's performance. what a nice indie rock band. hahaha. then i went home at 12. felt really tired. had a fast bathe. played psp right before i sleep. that was one of my best days of my life. well its worth it. cause later on im going out. hahahaha! i told my mom im off studying outside. HEHEHE. see you again. bye loves. and oh. i'll post some pictures.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_2413.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_2411.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-116989060592743144?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/116989060592743144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=116989060592743144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/116989060592743144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/116989060592743144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2007/01/sighs-of-sighs.html' title='sighs of sighs'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-116902351924661244</id><published>2007-01-17T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:45:19.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn damn damn</title><content type='html'>helllo people..! it has really been awhile huh? eyeahyeahyeah. kinda lazy actualy. heh. anyway, im bored so i decided to type and work off my fingers for fun. waha. who went muse yesterday??!! killerwhale ah. the show was fucking awesome. and of course, stockholm syndrome was the greatest. unique heavy madness shit. well... it was fun yesterday. fahmi wants to treat us swensons. O YEAH!! hahaha. power uh fahmi. drummer maut. hahaha. better off buy me a new guitar right? sheeeesh lah. haha. anyway, im using a new lappy. eyeahyeahyeahyeah macbook the greatest. now i can lie down on my bed while online. woweee. the thing is, being online is getting boring and boring. not like usual. this is unusual yeah. hah. i prefer reality then online. who's with me please tag and say "gua caya sama lu!!" hahahahahahahaha. if you want ah. if not, find a matrep phrase that make sense of supporting me. hahha. REALITY!!!!! i feel like changing this layout BUT eyeahyeahyeah kinda lazy ya know. i guess im gonna change the song only. you guys want noisy song or soft song?? hahaha. its my pleasure to pleasure you. ah diam ah baxter. and yeah, my band's gigs have been great since the first gig at gas haus. i prefer our first gig. i can say it was our best performance. not the second nor th third. please come to the arts house on 17 march. i can bet you its going to be awesome. maybe we're going to cover BMTH. eyeahyeah. and maybe we'll be playing two new originals. who's lucky enough to catch it. haha. well, that is all i wanna say today. see you guys around. i'll be posting again next year. hahaha kidding lar. hehe. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-116902351924661244?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/116902351924661244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=116902351924661244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/116902351924661244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/116902351924661244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn-damn-damn.html' title='damn damn damn'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-116232611930264084</id><published>2006-11-01T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T04:21:59.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Dying Days</title><content type='html'>helllllllo readies. it has been quite a long time since i wrote a blog. so hi. days have been great. friends are the best. kill the rest. kill emotion. rave with happy hardcore. hahaha. well, hari raya was enjoyable, got lots of money. hehe. but im still not that happy. heh. went to cousins house and all. urgh, too bad i didnt get to go out with my classmates. DAMN. i have already planned with my other friends. sorry guys, some other day maybe. went jamming for a few days. originals are in the making. gig is coming soon. and yeay, i bought a new deck for my skateboard. DARKSTAR YAW. ahaha. it gives me the confidence of doing huge gaps. hahaha. wahhhh. i went skating just now, one hell of a day. im gonna get a new truck as well and new pair of shoes. anyone have any debit card so that i can buy shoes from US site??!!! anyone! give me a hand please!! hahaha. sigh, i cant think properly. i feel like something is preventing me not to think. i seriously have no idea what is it... its like, a problem hiding from me. i've been talking to shaany these few days. a great great friend. at least i can share my problems with someone. haa haa. the time is, 3.45 am in the morning. and everyone is already asleep. i feel so emo. hahahaha. ok shhss. hmmm. today, jamming session at bella luna studio. 2 hours have to pay. maybe some minor jamming are free. wanna lepak there for awhile. playstation 2, watch dvds, etc. feels like a rockstar. hahahaha. btw, anyone has two huge pick-ups guitar with low strings holder guitar??? any colour, i dont care. can i borrow for my gig? im too lazy to use my heavy dumbcunt guitar. and it suck. thats it for today. sorry guys. currently i cant think properly. fucktard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOsG0xHchCA" width="400" height="325" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_2274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new deck. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_2268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufyan Mirza, baby brother yaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-116232611930264084?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/116232611930264084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=116232611930264084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/116232611930264084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/116232611930264084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-dying-days.html' title='In Dying Days'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-116073780737279203</id><published>2006-10-13T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:03:09.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Legs Are Like CinCao.</title><content type='html'>helllllllllllo readies. woooooooooo. just ended bathing. im feeling rather sleepy after one whole day of skating. overnight at somerset skate park. making the fool out of ourself. we conquered the skate park from night till morning. fucking tired. but it was fucking fun. lots of things happened. actualy we're making a skate video but the fucking skate park switched off the lights. so the camcorder cant record clearly so we had to wait till sunrises. it suck. cause by the time when sunrises, the battery will be weak enough to take only one photo. sheeeeesh. so much for making a skate video. so at night we skate here and there. practice out things. learn new trick. once you land a trick, you conquer your board, your board didn't conquer you. all skate till i cant walk. alamak dah mcm Chet Thomas uh. eh kau ni. i had only five bucks in my wallet. tel who the fuck can survive one night with only five bucks. sheeesh, that five bucks includes my bus fare. and some cigs. and some drinks. so yeah, that was how i spent my five bucks. went 7/11 bought a donut. too bad i can only afford one. shitto. then there was this group of gigging people. some people i know from a gig lah. haha. they were sitting down on benches and tables. and we were sktaing all night long. suddenly something happened to one of their friends. and went i came near them, i noticed that he was posessed. so i ran there to help hold him cause he was like really aggressive. so fuck, a friend of mine knows what to do. numerous of people were holding him cause that thing was really strong. my brother sat on him. haha. my friend spoke out the azan in that guy's ear, then suddenly that thing starts talking. that thing said: "why do you have to disturb me in my house" in malay. so i asked them, where did they went to before that. they said they went to this creepy looking house and do kuda kepang. then i was like, bahhhh. of course lah, confirm kena one. hahaha.so that thing stayed in his body for really a while. a friend of him asked question to that thing. about why that thing wants to disturb that guy. blablabla. and so on. then, that thing came out after some silat performances by itself but it came back cause to remind that group not to disturb that house and him again. so they agreed. and they lived happily ever after. the end. then we continued skating. tenny and kevin went home cause they had to work the following day. they rode motorcycle home. blablabla blablabla blablabla. im lazy to write and i know you're lazy to read. =) then went off from that skate park around 8am plus i think. was feeling really really tired that i fell asleep while waiting for bus 65. after that i slept in the bus almost one hour i think. from somerset to tampines. woooo. then head off to sas hideout. slept again. smoke for a while then i ended at home. didnt sleep at home. was online. till now. haha. hello. im live, here at blogger. ah fuck you. here are some goodies below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_0314.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_0350.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_0325.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OW9sMx-T0xU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OW9sMx-T0xU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nQheBXXjQM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nQheBXXjQM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-116073780737279203?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/116073780737279203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=116073780737279203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/116073780737279203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/116073780737279203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-legs-are-like-cincao.html' title='My Legs Are Like CinCao.'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-116002583765381576</id><published>2006-10-05T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:29:27.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It!</title><content type='html'>hello aye readies. ey! guess what?! n levels almost over yo! hahahaha. i just cant wait after n's. im having papers this week. two more papers left. maths paper2 tmr and DnT on the next monday, i think. well, i should say, n level was no scary than what i thought it should be. haha. i felt no fear during the paper, but there was a little fear before the papers. the feeling of "oh damn can i do it? can i really do the n level's papers?" stuffs like that lah. but i felt like there's nothing going on when i was doing the papers. hahahaha. it was just like the feeling of shit. really. i wonder why i felt that way. sheeeshkebab. well, english paper was ok. maths paper1 was super easy. geography, i dont wanna talk about it. haha. physics was super easy. chemistry, haiyahhhhh cik siti........ ignore that. tmr maths paper2, i have to study today. maybe after this. do paper2 all the way. woo. im listening to deathmetal songs now. hahaha. headbang yo! hahahaha. i feel so excited. cant really wait after n levels. i wanna work. get money. then go shopping. first thing i'll buy is, a pair of trucks and a new deck for my skate board. yeayness. after that i'll buy myself a pair of shows. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TINI TING TONG TAK NAK BAGI SUDAH. AKU NAK BELI BARU, YANG TAK BAU. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt; maybe globe shoes. grip maut. hahaha "mampat punya" matrep accents. oh yeah, then i wanna buy this shoe online, direct import siols. hahaha. it will worth it cause nobody wears it. nyaha! then, shopping for clothings. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO MORE STRIPES FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt; i want more polo tees and more shirt designs. i want more skulls! hahaha. i want more black jeans and even more fade jeans!! i want a new bag! i want a new hair!! woohooo. long hair it is then. hahaha. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want ABRB album!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; woooooo. im going crazy already. hahahaha. im not doing those things alone. i dont need no girlfriends. all i need is, my skate friends yo!! and my close friends too. they are the bomb in my life yo!! hahahahahaha. this is the feeling when i was in secondary 3. the memoriable momments in my life. and i hope this year its better off. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one girl made this year memoriable for me. i appreciate that more than a million. arigato kosaimas to that girl.&lt;/span&gt; whats next? i know!!! skate thon will make this year go wild for me. and gig performances!! oh yeah bebeh. here we come. hahaha. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to all heavy headbangers and all violent moshers, we are coming to enchance your life.&lt;/span&gt; woooo....! wahhhh. cant wait lah!!!!! BYE LAH!!! bye love....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-116002583765381576?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/116002583765381576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=116002583765381576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/116002583765381576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/116002583765381576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It!'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115916500596813626</id><published>2006-09-25T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T14:16:45.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED!! by ida</title><content type='html'>i've been tagged by IDA.&lt;br /&gt;FULL NAME: Muhammad haikal bin monster&lt;br /&gt;NAME BACKWARDS: retsnom nib lakiah dammahum&lt;br /&gt;MEANING OF NAME: a serial killer&lt;br /&gt;NICK NAME: Nordy Baxter&lt;br /&gt;OHSCREEN NAME: yo momma&lt;br /&gt;PLACE OF BIRTH: i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;NATIONALITY: Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT LOCATION: in my room&lt;br /&gt;STAR SIGN: AquaTroopers&lt;br /&gt;RELIGION: Islam&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT: 1.70?? i dont know&lt;br /&gt;WEIGHT: 47 ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;SHOE SIZE: NINE&lt;br /&gt;HAIR COLOUR: black&lt;br /&gt;EYE COLOUR: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;HU DO EUU LOOK LOIKE: who me? cookie monster&lt;br /&gt;INNIE OR OUTTIE: outie babi&lt;br /&gt;LEFTY OR RIGHTY: Right!!&lt;br /&gt;GAY , STRAIGHT, Bi OR OTHERS: Straight lah chibai&lt;br /&gt;BEST FRIENDS: my classmates, dinie, fahmi, sofie, ida, whoduh, sharin, deeya&lt;br /&gt;BEST FRIEND U TRUST MOST: same&lt;br /&gt;BEST FRIEND OF THE OPP SEX: sofie&lt;br /&gt;BEST BUDDIES: fahmi, dinie, adlan, sharin, axel&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIEND OR GIRLFRIEND: who do you from me????&lt;br /&gt;*CRUSH*: rarely get this&lt;br /&gt;PARENTS: what for you want to know?!&lt;br /&gt;ENEMY: my left hand&lt;br /&gt;FAV ONLINE GUY: sharin&lt;br /&gt;FAV ONLINE GURL: sofie, ida&lt;br /&gt;CRAZIEST FREN:My classmates&lt;br /&gt;ADVISE FREN: no one&lt;br /&gt;LOUDEST FREN: sharin&lt;br /&gt;PERSON U CRY WIP: nobody. alone&lt;br /&gt;ANY SISTAS: lily lelot&lt;br /&gt;ANY BRADERS: afiq boulala&lt;br /&gt;ANII PETS: rabbit. i call him MIRMOT&lt;br /&gt;ANY DISEASE: no lah&lt;br /&gt;PAGER: never had oone&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL MOBILE NO.:&lt;br /&gt;PHONE: 6------6&lt;br /&gt;Hp: 9------0&lt;br /&gt;LAVA LAMP: used to&lt;br /&gt;POOL OR HOT TUB: both lah&lt;br /&gt;A CAR: yeah&lt;br /&gt;YOUR PERSONALITY: i dont know?&lt;br /&gt;DRIVING: soon i guess? haha&lt;br /&gt;ROOM: YEAH&lt;br /&gt;WHAT`S MISSING: uhhhh.. everything&lt;br /&gt;SCO0L: east view sec, the school of matrep&lt;br /&gt;BED: double-decker&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIP WIP PARENTS: what the hell is wip seh? ok&lt;br /&gt;BELIVE IN URSELF: sometimes i don't&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE IN LOP IN FIRST SIGHT : not at all. but love at first fight, yes. =)&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LISTENER: depends who is talking.&lt;br /&gt;GET ALONG WELL WIP PARENTS: yeah&lt;br /&gt;SAVE E-MAIL CONVOS: email? nahh&lt;br /&gt;PRAY: yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE IN REINCARNATION : NO my lord. oh fuck&lt;br /&gt;MAKE FUN OF PEOPLE : yeah&lt;br /&gt;Like to talk on the phone: not really. prefer sms.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: after ive enjoyed teenage life&lt;br /&gt;Like to drive : yeah&lt;br /&gt;Motion Sickness : ANIKUAN?!&lt;br /&gt;Eat stem of broccoli : no&lt;br /&gt;Eat chicken with fork : no i dont know how to use fork&lt;br /&gt;Dream in color : a rich man. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ROLE: ghetto child, brother,student?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with stuff animals : no&lt;br /&gt;Next to you : the window&lt;br /&gt;On the walls of your room : dusts&lt;br /&gt;On your mousepad: a cutting mat&lt;br /&gt;Dream car : trueno&lt;br /&gt;Dream date : martha focker&lt;br /&gt;Dream honeymoon spot: jaybee. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Dream husband or wife: yo momma&lt;br /&gt;bedtyme : inconsistent&lt;br /&gt;Under your bed : boogie man&lt;br /&gt;Single most important question: who am i....&lt;br /&gt;Bad time of the day: alone in the night&lt;br /&gt;Your worst fear: uh... none i guess. haha&lt;br /&gt;The weather is: normal&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2.05am&lt;br /&gt;DATE: whats todays date??&lt;br /&gt;Best trick did on someone: cant remember&lt;br /&gt;Theme song: suicide silence - distorted thoughts of addiction&lt;br /&gt;Hardest thing about growing up : BE A MAN. DO THE RIGHT THING.&lt;br /&gt;Funniest experience: a fart that was callings nat's name&lt;br /&gt;Scariest experience : umm.. i dont know&lt;br /&gt;Silliest thing you have ever said : i dont know&lt;br /&gt;Most desperate and funniest thing i have done to get the opposite sex : i dont know&lt;br /&gt;Scariest thing while you are with your friends: i dont know&lt;br /&gt;Worst feeling: im not appreciated&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: after i land my first double kickflip down.&lt;br /&gt;Choose 6 people to do this:&lt;br /&gt;1) adlan&lt;br /&gt;2) hadi&lt;br /&gt;3) shaany&lt;br /&gt;4) BIBIK!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;5) ahli bintang&lt;br /&gt;6) NASYRA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115916500596813626?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115916500596813626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115916500596813626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115916500596813626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115916500596813626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/09/tagged-by-ida.html' title='TAGGED!! by ida'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115850273174618805</id><published>2006-09-18T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:55:37.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is gay</title><content type='html'>hello readies. got really bored, so decided to write. actualy im kinda lazy. hahaha.well, n levels are coming real fast. is there time left to study? nobody knows. have i start studying? nobody knows. is there fear in me? nobody knows. gahhh. i feel so dead. i feel like im not myself. i feel lost. i feel like ive been burnt in the tongsampah. ok, im emo ok. wtf.. haiyahhhh cik siti. i dont know what else to do but only to write a blog. and i think it's for good. like, stories from the past when im already old. but misery from the pass is useless. like what im doing now. sheeeesh. anyway, prelims are officialy over. finaly, got the hold of examinations in hall. hothotheat ok. i fell asleep during SS paper. how cool is that? sigh. this is what i get as a small teenager. there's no school tmr. and my mom dont know anything. so i wanna head to skate crew's place to sleep and hang out. much more fun then go dating and shits. i dont need hugs and kisses or what the fuck from girls. i just want the best 'girl' friend. ok wait, why the fuck im saying this. i need or i want? i dont know. anyway, hanging out at that skate crew house is much more fun than anything else. imagine a computer with superb sound system and turn on a song real loud the the windows vibrate. heh. great yeah? nothing is much more fun than shooting a bangla who's washing the floor with a palletgun. nothing is much more fun than skating around with 24 people in the troop. nothing is much more fun than going home late at night or even early in the morning. i know there's something out there much more fun. its either im waiting for it, or it is waiting for me. the future will still be unknown. happy or sad? i dont know? we'll see. sigh. if only im in heaven. heaven is a halfpipe. in heaven there will be a DJ, spinning love all night long. now, im just waiting for tmr. i'll go out in the morning with unforms, then i'll change at stairs. bringing my deck too. after that head off to tampines street 11. cant wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda having love sick. thats why i feel like im not myself. i cant forget someone special. its too hard for me. i admit, im a loser. i cant get the hold of it. sometimes, i asked myself:"why did i get myself into this?" there's many regrets. im keeping it all by myself. there's many secrets, that i dont wanna tell. i'll tell if onyl someone can break through it. its difficult, dont try if you have no confidence and dont try to be someone else. when will this love sick end? i dont know. maybe when i die and i reach into heaven. cause that person will be the first thing that i'll ask for no matter what. i know im crazy, but hell yeah. who cares. OR, someone else will cover me from the emo-world. lead me to hxc-world plus happyiness. i dont care if she looks like hello-kitty, doraemon, pocket monster, digimon or whatever. as long im going the right way and i'll like sharing things with that person. the only thing is, who? im so fucked up to search for it. im searching while im sitting down on a walk-a-later. we'll see how it goes. i just want to get help from someone to get me out of this black-hole, or that special person to come back to pick me up and let me join that person. osdfighsdfihjosdifhasdfohgasdonghsodihgsdpihjasdhsdfh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is kinda emo i know.&lt;br /&gt;if you read all of this......&lt;br /&gt;fuck, you're my true friend.&lt;br /&gt;anything, talk to me on msn.&lt;br /&gt;this is killerwhale.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna sell ikan bilis at orchard road in no time.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye love.... =(((((((((((((((((&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please help me little monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115850273174618805?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115850273174618805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115850273174618805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115850273174618805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115850273174618805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-gay.html' title='this is gay'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115709904895924814</id><published>2006-09-02T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:24:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers day shits.</title><content type='html'>hello readies. hello children of the world. and hello you. lets talk about teachers day that was yesterday. woke up late in the morning. i was supposed to wake up at 6 and go out at 6:30. but i ended up waking up at 6:30. so i dont feel like going to school, but what the heck. i went out. i texted sofie. she didnt reply, cause she was asleep and DIDNT GO TO SCHOOL. hahaha. thought of skipping school with her. so i went to school, took the faster bus that is 15. then i was quite too early to reached school. with my stone face, met hadi. he smiled at me, then i smiled weirdly back. ahaha. i was half dead while sitting down in the canteen. then met the other troopers. blablabla. went to class. i slouched on the table and almost fell asleep. then mr.farizal came into the class. i was like "yeay" sarcasticly. hahaha. what the hell. we have to do a stupid excercise that goes, bla bla bla and bla. nat was mr.farizal's assitance. hahaha! then after he left the class, atun gave me this popping thing cause we were giving mr.farizal a suprise party with CHOCOLATE CAKE. oh that really woke me up. haha. mr.farizal opened the door slowly. and peeped into the room. hahaha. shit! then we went outside to get him and popping sounds were all over the place. some of my friends brought the party spray thingy. then he ended up being so colourful. haha. i got hit too ok! shitass wancok. after that, we ate the chocolate cake. haha. sorry guys, i ate three plates. and also mr.farizal's cake. cause he didnt want it what! so i eat lorrrr. hahaha. i decided to turn on music using my mp3 plugging into the class kentalan sound system. hahaha. drum n bass bebeh. hahaha. some indie songs. O YEAH.....! had fun lah. our troopers walked around the school to wish the teachers we know a happy mother fucking teachers day. ahahaha. we went back to class cause we were tired. after resting, we got bored. then i decided to turn on loud music cause they wanna mosh in class. hahaha. i turned on funeral thirst. then adlan started running into nat. then i ran and stepped on a chair and jump into the moshpit. power ke ape seh. hahaha. hardcore dance for awhile. i look stupid in class. hahaha. lucky there was no wankers in that class lah. some dont know what's mosh, but i hit them and they start hitting into the pathetic mosh. hahaha. stupid...... then mr.farizal came into class. after that, he dismissed the class at ten. woohooo. went to bubble tea shop to get our set meal. then we ate under a blog. we were more like bangla workers after doing our work. hahahaha. argh what the heck. then i, dinie and fahmi. followed zakhir's punkrock band jamming in simei. hahaha. we three got bored and decided to dance with the song that they played. blink182 beb. hahaha. down down down down.... then got this funny emo band played. hahahah!! fuck uh. with female vocals. haha. sheeeeesh lah, im actualy laughing right now. hahah. there was one part they tried to play hand of blood by bullet for my valentine. hahaha.i first heard the guitar then i laugh while looking at dinie who was infront of their room while i was infront of the other room. then when the vocal's part start, dinie said that girl sitting down suddenly ran to the microphone and spit out a pityful gore. hahahah!! i cant imagine ok! dinie and fahmi ran towards me and start laughing cause they dont want to let the emo band see then laugh crazily. hahahaha. we were laugh like hell. hahah. shitass funny guitar sounds. hahah. amatures mah... im so action sia. hahah. fuck you haikal. blablablabla. was raining heavily that time. had to stay put for awhile. then fahmi and i decide to head to dinie's house to play xbox. haha. then after that, they head off to my house at night. played xbox too. hahahaha! they actualy came to see my baby brother. hahaha. then dinie wanted to computer games. so i suggest him to play red alert2, command and conquer. dinie lost in the first round. hahah! *kirov airship* die die die!! hahaha. then he rushed building the stuffs in the second round. ahaha. after the games, they wanted to go home. walk to the bustop with them. and came back home. so thats all for yesterday. hahaha. boring!!! i wanna sleep. haha. bye love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115709904895924814?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115709904895924814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115709904895924814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115709904895924814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115709904895924814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/09/teachers-day-shits.html' title='teachers day shits.'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115658713674824420</id><published>2006-08-26T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:12:16.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARN TIRED..</title><content type='html'>hello readies. whoaaaa, actualy im like, having no strength to press the buttons on the keyboard already. i feel like my eyes are dropping out of the sockets. haha. powerXcore sehh. haha. well, today was quite a tiring day. i had EL prelims in the morning in school. until, 12.25pm. still the same time as normal schooling periods. but i have to stay in the darn hot hall, just to do two darn EL papers. power ke ape seh. while i was doing paper 2. i fell asleep before reading the comprehension passages. then i woke up panicly. haha. don't laugh ok. hahahaha. i was sitting right infront of the hall that almost the whole people in the hall can see me infront. looking stupid, i continued reading. heh. with lines on my face. and blury vision. ARGH FUCK LAH!!!!!!! somebody is disturbing me while im typing this blog!!! fucking annoying LAH!!!!!!!!!!! hold on..... sheeeeesh. where was i? oh ok. after few minuts laterrr. the paper ended. i was walking like zombie towards my bag. then, my friends and i head to pondok for a while. lepak matrep style. hahaha. skipped friday prayers. =O!!! then, i and fahmi decided to head to asnim's house to check it in, check it out NEED FOR SPEED MOST WANTED. haha. i didnt really know how to play it on PS2, cause i usualy played on pc. so i messed up the first race. haha. im a shitty driver lah. after playing the game. we head of to east point to meet riyoma[i dont know how to spell lah eh]. then turned back where we came from. -__-" fucking waste of energy. they decided to play blind mice at a playground. hahaha! persuaded me to play, then i played cause i was bored. hahaha. i made new friends lah. they're sure friendly. haha. met syira...... wah i cant remember all the names. i can only remember syira. hahahah!! ah diam uh. syira is friendly. she talked to me for a while. haha. and yeah, she's pretty cute. =X. but..... haaaaaa.. its not the right time, plus she's older than me. HAHAHA! wtf..... lets get it on my child! we played blind mice and some catching game. hahah. was quite fun actualy. childhood days!!! how i wish im still a small cute kid. haha. ade gituu... but it was enjoyable playing at the playground with new friends lah. laughter all over the place. haha. i wanna hangout with them again. friends are great. hahaha. we played till night. note: i have not came back home yet. i was playing with a t-shirt and my school pants. hahaha. siam uh. i slenger ok. the only one in uniforms. oh well, wtf right. then they decided to play carpark catching. ahaha. was completely out of battery after that. had some drinks and head home. i reached home at 11:30. i missed the ceremony at home. about my new brother. oh ya! i have a new baby brother. cool ain't it? hahahha. he's so cute lah... the way he sneeze. i recorded the sneeze in my hp. hahaha. you gotta watch, too bad those who dont see me that often cant watch. =P hahahaha. so, after that i bathe. and realized that, the toilet lights were already like blinking quickly. so, feeling like i was in MOS, i dance in the toilet. hahahah!! FUCK YEAH!! hahahah. after bathing and dancing, huda texted me. but was actualy was thinking of texting sofie but.... nah, she wont be able to reply... =(.. so i end up here.. and shaany was online. talked for awhile before she went to bed... my baby brother is sleeping, like a baby. *HE IS ONE!!! YOU FUCKING MORON*. eh dah lah kel, malam2 pun nak marah. suck my dick and call me daddy lah!! hahahhaha. riyomaaa riyomaaaa. hanyut uhhh. hahahaha. ok lah! wanna go to bed. im bored and tired. bye love....... *LIVE ON MY CHILD............*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i really miss the little monster...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115658713674824420?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115658713674824420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115658713674824420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115658713674824420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115658713674824420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/08/darn-tired.html' title='DARN TIRED..'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115583698110526129</id><published>2006-08-18T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T00:23:47.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad days!</title><content type='html'>hey hey readies. its been awhile aye? haha. shaany is going to bed so i got bored and decided to write a bloggggggggg. so, lately, days have been like udhgoasdhgouisdh. you know what i mean lah. killerwhale uh. many stupid stuffs happened. like shitto!! EH GUESS WHAT?! i got a new hp, its still motorola E398 but it has different features. its a prototype ok!! its features are, the screen is laterally inverted, there's long scratches on the screen and on the keypads too. plus, there's no lights on the screen to see or read text msgs in the dark. POWER KE APE SEH?! ok stop. well, my cellphone is spoiled because somebody threw my cellphone to about 5m away and landed fucking hard on the road's curb and smashes into eohadfighdfh!! the somebody is suprisingly, someone you know. you know him well enough if you read till here. that guy is, myself. =) i didnt know lah what happened, sheeesh. i was bored and listening t music while thinking about something else. personal lah, no need to know! then i blast my top of and threw my hp. hah! power right? how dumb of me!! but.... i can get a new phone sooner or after. haha! maybe i did that on purpose? or not. who knows.. its hard to text, especialy texting shaany at night. and i have to read mirror inverted texts. hahaha. its ok lah shaany, i can read it. i dont care about the trouble much. its great talking to you. dont worry. haha. whoa, like this i'll be dyslexic in no time. hahaha! sheeeeeesh no way ok! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly!!! me and my friends, adlan, nat and yusri almost get caught of truancy and smoking in school. haha. what the hell. we skipped DnT lessons, which is 5 periods long ok!! haha. then we left DnT block and head off to classroom. we had troubles getting the class keys. STUPID DUMB ASS!!! then we smoke inside the class uh. nobody was inside. so yeah. wtf lah. smoking is bad! dont smoke ok?! you smoke i'll beat you up. then minutes later, got off to head to DnT lessons again. after we reached inside, izzudin was holding this paper with our names. hahaha! Mr.Lim wanted to send us to the principal. fuck shit! but we argued. hehe. i said i didnt went out, but instead i went to DnT's workshop level 2 to talk to a friend. haha. the rest made thier own stories lah. hopefully we're off the hook by tomorrow... haha. that blur teacher of course!! that didnt made my day too uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkk, my band went jamming at bella luna studios for two long hours. had a great time cause it has been a long time since we last jammed. so yeah, played some new songs. kind of fun. drums are killerwhale ok! but fahmi, FUH. power uh. he improved well enough. haha. a good standard. we cant paly if there's no fahmi as the drummer. haha. its the fact! wah fahmi kembang! hahaha! great job you guys. vocals pun dah maut. hahaha. chey adlan! semua skali lah aku puji. hahaha! after jamming for two long hours, we lepak at the studio with friends, axel, yan, fad and all lah. the local band 'No Direction' was there too. we watched videos. NOT PORN UH. hahah. band videos lah. NFG. hahaha. quite old band lah. haha. long time ago already. funny clips made me laugh. buahahahapleh. and many more. smoke there as well. gulong sembarang, but still can smoke uh. hahaha. after that went home, at a meal. then i end up here. HI! bye love....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115583698110526129?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115583698110526129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115583698110526129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115583698110526129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115583698110526129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-days.html' title='bad days!'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115485882178545092</id><published>2006-08-06T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T18:07:01.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello readies!! well, got bored so decided to share. eheh. today, went out with friends. at first i thought of going gigs. but nyehhhhhhh, i feel like not going plus i got not much cash. so decided to hangout with my friends. first i hanged out with asnim and friends. crack stupid jokes and some shitass pranks. hahaha. threw a battery from third floor i think. hit something loud and we were trying to hide cause lots of people were walking below. haha. then chill at citylink. watch all the semangat dances moves. hahah. funny lah. haha. then we went to esplanade's library. read some british bands book. old school indie clothings. haha. after that i went off to meet my other friends to watch fireworks. they were in the library too. haha. went to peninsular plaza. walk here walk there. stole chocolate panda biscuits. i wanna save money lar!!! hahaha! ah diam uh. aku tau aku kental. then after that went back to esplanade to catch fireworks. packed with full of bullshits lah. matrep kerepek ah. then we decided to find a place to sit/lie down. haha. went to the end of esplanade. found the huge patch of grass. so we took out newspapers and sat. waited for the fireworks for quite a time. i lie down. listening to indie, drum and bass, emo shits hahaha, all the soft songs lah. it simply brings the sighs cause i was thinking of someone. eheh. "awwww, here it goes". ok, few minutes later sudden explosion made me terperanjat tortoise. haha. potong steam uh. the took some photos. sarcasticly amused. hahaha. "wahhhhh, wooooooo, ahhhhhh, ooooooooo." that kind of stuffs. O yeah...... haha. after the fireworks ended. we walked to raffles mrt station. lucky not crowded. i started a stupid "kicking leg" joke. then all start messing around. haha. went home. so fucking tired. shakila accompany me at night. hahaha. crack stupid jokes sia. hahaha. mat golf kapeee! haha. then went of to sleep after watching a funny video in youtube. SOFIE!!!! I GOT A GOOD ONE FOR YOU!! hhaha. come online lar!! hehehe. bye love..... there's photos below. enjoi bebeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_2001.jpg" border="0" height="400" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_2002.jpg" border="0" height="400" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_2004.jpg" border="0" height="400" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_2031.jpg" border="0" height="280" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_2027.jpg" border="0" height="280" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_2033.jpg" border="0" height="280" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115485882178545092?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115485882178545092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115485882178545092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115485882178545092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115485882178545092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-readies-well-got-bored-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115427916226429887</id><published>2006-07-31T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T01:17:07.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a story of a girl... emo? haha</title><content type='html'>the sun went down&lt;br /&gt;with practised bravado.&lt;br /&gt;twilight crawled across the sky,&lt;br /&gt;laden with foreboding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as time went on,&lt;br /&gt;our love suffered great torture.&lt;br /&gt;with the ground and sky, up and down me,&lt;br /&gt;i regret till the day, i assemble my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were lost, not found, no directions.&lt;br /&gt;can't be relocated as one.&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel a mosh in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;feels like im lost in poker cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt strong after a breather.&lt;br /&gt;i made me cellphone like buttons of heavens.&lt;br /&gt;with some parts of heart left,&lt;br /&gt;i decided to give another try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stretch my body, touch the ground.&lt;br /&gt;take a deep breath. pulls out with flames.&lt;br /&gt;great eager intrude. mind challenges comes my way.&lt;br /&gt;slowly, we were soften by words of the heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know, i still have time to shape my heart.&lt;br /&gt;with friends, they provide jellybeans.&lt;br /&gt;to shape my heart back where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;it was unidentified after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl, running around, with butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;garden of the great blue heavens.&lt;br /&gt;her voodoo smile melts my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i still can sense her, with no eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart, cant be heard.&lt;br /&gt;cant be felt, its a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;she stopped my heart, its good.&lt;br /&gt;feels good. orgasmic good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl, skipping around, with birds.&lt;br /&gt;underneath the tall rowed trees.&lt;br /&gt;tripped and fell, cause of one bird.&lt;br /&gt;smile went off, skipping shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a small piece of heart left.&lt;br /&gt;i picked her up, carried her.&lt;br /&gt;with my heart back online.&lt;br /&gt;i smiled saying dont worry, i still i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a small piece of heart.&lt;br /&gt;i still gave all of it. feels worth it.&lt;br /&gt;should i do it? oh fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;fake confidence. hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with rumours from my own mind.&lt;br /&gt;with glory from my own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;with a small piece of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;am i waiting for death, or glory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she will decide. hopefully yes.&lt;br /&gt;she will control. hopefully easy.&lt;br /&gt;she will share. hopefully more.&lt;br /&gt;she will provide. hopefully love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, i'll rest in moshpits.&lt;br /&gt;just before a significant time.&lt;br /&gt;bye love......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115427916226429887?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115427916226429887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115427916226429887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115427916226429887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115427916226429887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-story-of-girl-emo-haha.html' title='this is a story of a girl... emo? haha'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115399873826927526</id><published>2006-07-27T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:12:18.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a postage.</title><content type='html'>hey ho readies. it has been quite a long time i post a blog; cause my pc is in the hospital now. haha. well, life as a teenage small boy can be stressfull. studies are hardcore. prelims are coming. like next week! wtf. i only start studying last week. im so dead meat. what am i gonna be when i grow up. clueless. sheeesh. hmm, im sick now actualy. spit out blood. i can find blood in my flem. so YEAH. fucked up uh. fever sucks. coughing sucks too. dry cough kills my mood. CURSES!!! life as a teenage small boy uh. heh. kau punya beberd lah!! sorry uh, stress uh. need a breather. i feel like dying. oh god bless uh with food and drinks given to us from the name of Allah. amen, eh salah. amin. wish me luck for prelims and you're loved by me. haha. good day mates..... bye love. oh yeah, here is some shots of baybeats. enjoi. poptart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_1959.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_1956.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_1953.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_1952.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_1951.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_1946.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_1939.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_1938.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_1937.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/IMG_1936.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115399873826927526?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115399873826927526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115399873826927526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115399873826927526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115399873826927526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/07/postage.html' title='a postage.'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115305723499679005</id><published>2006-07-16T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:40:35.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hadi!! ok lah i'll do.</title><content type='html'>Name 20 people you can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't read the question(s) until you've named the 20 people. At the end of this, choose 5 people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;1.Dinie&lt;br /&gt;2.Fahmi&lt;br /&gt;3.adlan&lt;br /&gt;4.sofie&lt;br /&gt;5.hadi(-__-")&lt;br /&gt;6.alistar&lt;br /&gt;7.riduwan&lt;br /&gt;8.nat&lt;br /&gt;9.beng&lt;br /&gt;10.zakhir&lt;br /&gt;11.sharin&lt;br /&gt;12.whoduh&lt;br /&gt;13.asnim&lt;br /&gt;14.arithzwan&lt;br /&gt;15.tenny&lt;br /&gt;16.axel&lt;br /&gt;17.faris&lt;br /&gt;18.yann&lt;br /&gt;19.farhan&lt;br /&gt;20.hafiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet [14]?&lt;br /&gt;school? schoolmates. haha&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you didn't meet [1]?&lt;br /&gt;shake hands and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;What if [9] and [20] dated?&lt;br /&gt;i'll call them gay asswipes! hahhahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;Would [6] and [17] make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;no. they will be gay&lt;br /&gt;Describe [3].&lt;br /&gt;HAH! hi nama saya ahmad. HAHAHAHAHA! main2 lah. indie rock and roll!&lt;br /&gt;Is [8] attractive?&lt;br /&gt;he's short. more like kumbang. HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Describe [7].&lt;br /&gt;*slow loading*&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any of [12]'s family member?&lt;br /&gt;not at all. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if [18] confess to you that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck lah you!&lt;br /&gt;What language does [15] speak?&lt;br /&gt;great qns. haha. malay, chinese and english.&lt;br /&gt;Who is [9] going out with?&lt;br /&gt;uhh. no idea.&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you spoke [13]?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;What is [2]'s favourite singer/band?&lt;br /&gt;rufio? hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date [4]?&lt;br /&gt;WOW. coincidence. yeahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date [1]?&lt;br /&gt;hahahha!! ape niiiiiiiii. im not gay.&lt;br /&gt;Is [15] single?&lt;br /&gt;nope. he's attached&lt;br /&gt;Is [19] your good friend?&lt;br /&gt;skate friend. the SAS boss. haha&lt;br /&gt;What's [10]'s last name?&lt;br /&gt;mohd k? HAHHHAH&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever be in a relationship with [11]?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK!? im telling this the last. im not gay.&lt;br /&gt;School of [3]?&lt;br /&gt;EVSS.&lt;br /&gt;Where does [6] live?&lt;br /&gt;tampines&lt;br /&gt;What's your favourite thing about [5]?&lt;br /&gt;funny asscrack laughter. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen [2] naked before?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! no&lt;br /&gt;How old is [16]?&lt;br /&gt;he's 15 this year. oh randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people to do this&lt;br /&gt;WHOEVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115305723499679005?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115305723499679005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115305723499679005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115305723499679005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115305723499679005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/07/hadi-ok-lah-ill-do.html' title='hadi!! ok lah i&apos;ll do.'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115245987576514887</id><published>2006-07-09T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T01:11:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>susi asked me to do this. hahahah</title><content type='html'>7 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME:&lt;br /&gt;- short&lt;br /&gt;- crazy&lt;br /&gt;- hardcore&lt;br /&gt;- rowdy&lt;br /&gt;- skate&lt;br /&gt;- slenger&lt;br /&gt;- jackass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 THINGS THAT SCARES ME:&lt;br /&gt;- get stuck a bunny eating grass in a huge field&lt;br /&gt;- allah al-mighty&lt;br /&gt;- assholes&lt;br /&gt;- zombie&lt;br /&gt;- psycho&lt;br /&gt;- losing my leg&lt;br /&gt;- being rundown by a bullet train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 RANDOM MUSIC AT THE MOMENT:&lt;br /&gt;- Suicide Silence - distorted thoughts of addiction&lt;br /&gt;- Bad Brains - banned in DC&lt;br /&gt;- Through The Eyes Of The Dead - between the gardens that bathe&lt;br /&gt;- DJ tiesto - traffic [hahhahha]&lt;br /&gt;- Chiodos - the word 'best friend' become redefined. love.&lt;br /&gt;- Afroman - because i got high&lt;br /&gt;- The Stone Roses - i wanna be adored &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 THINGS I SAY THE MOST:&lt;br /&gt;- fuck&lt;br /&gt;- woou woooo&lt;br /&gt;- killerwhale uh&lt;br /&gt;- STEADY MANGKAH!&lt;br /&gt;- what the hell&lt;br /&gt;- siololololol&lt;br /&gt;- uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 PEOPLE TO DO THIS:&lt;br /&gt;- i dont know uh, anyone uh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115245987576514887?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115245987576514887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115245987576514887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115245987576514887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115245987576514887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/07/susi-asked-me-to-do-this-hahahah.html' title='susi asked me to do this. hahahah'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115237482571442517</id><published>2006-07-08T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T01:11:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom as usual</title><content type='html'>hello readies. my my, guess im bored so i decided to write. firstly, N level is just around the corner and im still in the same old atittude. i have to force myself to study. but the thing is, im lazy. its natural to everybody am i right. just cant get over it. study makes me bored, but yet its worth it. but if i get board, i'll think of other things in my mind. that leads to unfocusness. if i get everything i want, i'll definitely concentrate on studying cause i have nothing to think of what i want to get. so yeah. if only............... ok nvm. i already got the list i want in my mind. hey, try guessing what's the first thing on my list. hehe. back to storyline, had a boring day lately. have not been going out. eh wait, oh yeah, went skating on friday with SAS skaters. hide out at tampines street 11. we have our own fun box there. so yeay. had quite a fun time yesterday. a friend's hand bleed cause got cut by on of the funbox's nails i think. bleed like hell. alot. i tried some new tricks. land some uh. looking forward to search new ones. woopie! mom asked me to be home before six but reached home at nine. so yeah. mom nagged, i ignored. switched on the pc. haha. until late night. anddddddddd today, was a really boring day for me. i was finding solutions for my infected pc. then nat gave me one solution. i followed. now, my pc. i dont know lah ehhhhhh. still ok or not. hahaha. oh fucked up. i was on the pc since morning. i went online at around 6pm. so fucked up. ok mom is nagging right now. i rebel. blablabla. irritaion. gosh, my social life just suck now. asking myself what's the point of living. sheeeeesh. my aims are so simple yet im still unfocus. fuck fuck fuck, cant get the things i want. makes me feel like shouting. bye love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Acx4zzR-7w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Acx4zzR-7w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a videoclip of me. my body like ulat. haha. almost banged into the lady holding a baby after landing that BS 5-0. damn damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115237482571442517?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115237482571442517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115237482571442517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115237482571442517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115237482571442517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/07/boredom-as-usual.html' title='boredom as usual'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115203573019140368</id><published>2006-07-05T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:42:19.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a normal day</title><content type='html'>hello readies. hello children of the world. here, the almighty Nordy Baxter speaks as of the rise of boredom in the land area of gorgon. ok stop. hi. guess what? im bored. i know you can see that. and again, im suppose to sleep but i kept looking at my pc lethargicly. IDA! tell me how did you keep yourself from being stuck onto the computer.?? haha. my only way is to play a puzzle game with my pc. wanna know how? ok here it goes. first, look out the window of your room. the higher your house the better the game gets. after that, look for an empty space on the ground. 1st storey lah! look at the floor for what?!?! ok, then take your whole pc, then try your best to throw aiming at the empty space you had found. after that, take the lift to the first floor and go to the empty space. sit down next to your pc, and start doing the mind blowing puzzle. it can be hard sometimes. if you give up, i can only give you one tip. the tip is, ask your mom to buy you another puzzle game. =). enjoy. ok lets talk about my day ey? ok. monday was a holiday, didnt fucking went out cause i dont know where to. planned to jam at first but nahhhhhh. adlan cant make it. so next time. i stayed at home, played online games to keep myself busy. PS: done my hw but wrong questions. hah. fucked up uh. but its good uh. i did more, so kind off like, practicing. eheh. i finally realised that math isnt that hard. its easy in fact. i think its because now i have to sit right infront that keeps me attentive. ITS GOOD YAW. hahahaha. ok continue about monday holiday, did nothing but just online from morning till night. talked to huda the great on msn. hahaha. then next day, hmmm. school starts, woke up late as usual. took the new bus 21. yeay. then enter the school gate right on time bebeh. school was boring, but math was not that boring cause i can understand. woou woooooo. then, after school, went straight home. sleep for ahwhile. then came on line. till now. HEHEHE. im bored lah. that is all i can say. i usualy talk to "someone" uh. almost everyday, but now its like, not a single word each day. i was quite used to talking to her uh. and now i feel lost cause she's not talking to me that often. boredom everyday. miss her alot. really really really missed her alot. hope my wishes can come true. well, i guess i have to hold on tight and see what passes by. ride the punani bebehs. haha. thats all for today. bye love. life is a bore now. sighhhhhhhhhhhh. woou woooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115203573019140368?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115203573019140368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115203573019140368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115203573019140368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115203573019140368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/07/normal-day.html' title='a normal day'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115183267254104861</id><published>2006-07-03T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:04:09.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's Evening.</title><content type='html'>hello readies. hello to the children of the world. may wishes come true, while the bad gone off. im feeling bored, so i decided to write. and yeah, new layout. woou woooooo. look at my fucking short hair. haha. god, smoking kills. dont smoke, dont be like me. im cutting down anyway. seems difficult if you got classmates who smokes. all the malay boys in fact. sdofihgsodifhfdhdfhjdf. its hard uh. need help. anyone? please? i beg? yeah? no? hmmmm. sundays are always resting days for me. seldom out. sometimes skate. i wanna talk about yesterday cause nothing happened today. so yeah. went to a gig at substation yesterday. went with axel and friends. i met andre at afgan's bustop. then we wait for the kiddies. hahaha. arrived after 10mins? i think? then head off to afgan. they buy cigs. then back to the bustop. wait for bus 12 for only how many minutes only. a long ride to cityhall. so, lepak uh in the double decker bus. sit at the back. listened to music. blablabla. kiddies were amazed by a big spider. haha. found in the bus. -__-". blablablabla. then, 45mins later, reached cityhall. walked to subs. i and andre bought tickets first, went in, mindfuckingboy was making noise. so we went out. some of the kiddies went to eat. the rest of us, stoned at the staircase. wooou wooooo. then later on, we went in cause 44 was playing. met sharin and dhiya. so yeah. 44, they're good happy hardcore band. grooved to the beat. haha. after that, crusties took over the stage. fast punk beats made the crowd go iosdahgohgdfjh. but some only uh. i was at the side looking at the bands only. crusties people are oldschool shits. haha. blinded humanity played. what crazed vocals. haha. more like oldschool hardcore. after that, got this noise band made out of two guitarist. they're more like ambience noise. quite cool actualy. i like zai kuning. they got nice new noise. hahaha. after that more crusties. some of them fought because someof them being pushed in the moshpits. like iasdgiasdhguioasdgh. for god's sake its a mosh. not whatever you think. obviously there will be pushes and stuffs what... haiyah this kind of people. anger management. skindhead and crusties. haha. after that, there was this man, named rahmat haron, a psycho poet, took over the stage with one of the zai kuning's noise maker. he was saying out poems loudly. half way, he took off his pants. and everyone can see his DANGling dick. so fucking annoying. he was like running around, lying on the floor. looked like being possesed. really. then after that, he took off his shirt too. then i was like, "MAK KAU!!!!!!" then i laughed crazily. hahaha. he kept running around asking people what is fuck. hahahha. then got this man demonstrate "fuck" to the crazy poet. hahaha. direct demonstration uh. hahaha. anyway, i think that man i a psycho uh. but i dont know. maybe its the art of poetry. hahahah. WHO KNOWS? HAHA. he's from malaysia actualy. dreadlocks hair. with a misai of course. HAHAHA. "malaysio ho!" mat malaysia's accent. haha.then decided to go home. decided to miss secret seven. was disgusted by that stupid man uh. took twelve straight to 'paris'. fell asleep in the bus. then woke up at 'paris'. buahahahapleh. went home. then went online. then i fell asleep. bye love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/man_karat/sdfhdfhdfhs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a photo of that crazy man. i dont dare to take a photo of him naked. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115183267254104861?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115183267254104861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115183267254104861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115183267254104861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115183267254104861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/07/sundays-evening.html' title='Sunday&apos;s Evening.'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115159715395396462</id><published>2006-06-30T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:05:53.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burn school and start skating.</title><content type='html'>hello people of the world. gosh, im suppose to sleep now. forcing myself awake. i know its bad. haha. its just that, im bored and i simple cant sleep. emotional breakdown uh. haha. being alone can suck snorlax balls. huge balls. alright ok, ok alright. today!! hmpdfkoghdiofh. went to fucking school. went quite well in the first place but not untill geography pops in my head. geog class spoiled my whole day. my life just cant get any better. mr.jeffry aw ,*aw aw salakau, singapore bobechiau!*, gave us three sets of stapled worksheets. hte fucking thing is that. the three paper was jumbled up anyhow that includes three topics in the three stapled sheets of paper. you get me? so we had to like, take the staples off, and rearrange all the sheets according to the topics the we've learnt. i was like, wtf is this. purposely wasting our time unnecessarily to sort out the sheets of paper? then we have to do a worksheet within that half an hour time? sheeeeeesh. go wank himself lah dei.! i heard a bang on the table, i knew it was riduwan. haha. as usual. hahahaha. wancok stress uh. after school went straight home with izuddin. hoping for the new bus, but didnt get. haha. diam uh. was feeling so tired when i was in the bus. after i reached home, felt dead tired, then a friend called. asking me wether im tagging then along skating or not. so i said.................... YES. hahaha. so stripped myself and get changed. i ate like speed demon, then sped off to brontorsaurus park. wooohooo. yeah, skating made my day, my friends too uh. haha. had fun. crack some fuckingly stupid jokes. haha. killerwhale ones uh. laughed till i die. haha. after that, went home at 7 plus i think. then, strip myself naked while cooling myslef infront of my fan. hahahah. cooling OI!! hahahaha! bathe after that. eat again. watched tv. after that i end up here. you knowwwww, when boredom comes. thoughts are deceives. thought echoing in my head. results uh, cant sleep. boo yah! im tried. bye love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115159715395396462?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115159715395396462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115159715395396462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115159715395396462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115159715395396462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/06/burn-school-and-start-skating.html' title='burn school and start skating.'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115149648422503763</id><published>2006-06-29T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:37:26.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Boredom Comes</title><content type='html'>hello readies. i just woke up from sleep. dreamt about weird stuffs. example like dreaming about a small round rabbit eating grass in a huge super green field. no sounds of anything but only crunches of grass from that eating rabbit. wahaha. anyway, today i can say a normal day for me. but sleeping in the evening is actualy not normal. -__-". i reached home, threw my bag on the floor. saw my bro using the pc. then i stripped into only boxers and straight away jump onto my bed. note: i didnt bathe. slept at 3 plus? i guess? then woke up at 7 plus. let me share you guys what i dreamt just now. wootwoot. ok first, we're [403 malay boys] in the class as per normal. then got this unknown language speaking guy came into our class to announce that i had won 1000 bucks for achiving something, i cant remember. i understands what he said cause there was this translator beside him. hahaha. after that, i saw adlan wearing dunman's uniform cause he had transfered school. [weird] then i remembered nat was with someone i dont know. [nat, aku tak tau sape tu uh. haha. not what you think]. my dreams just couldnt get any better, but weird dreams. hehe. after that, i woke up from sleep. "woke up from sleep a say, O yeah! im still alive thank god" haha. then, i ate nasi goreng with two small chicken drumstick. drank one glass of milk, then went into my room. i ended up here. HEHE. PS: i have not bathe. wooot. and im in boxers only. HAHA. bye love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115149648422503763?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115149648422503763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115149648422503763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115149648422503763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115149648422503763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-boredom-comes.html' title='When Boredom Comes'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115131081144492693</id><published>2006-06-27T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:44:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first day of the last term.</title><content type='html'>hello readies. just woke up and i realized that nobody is at home. like jsdghulsdagilu. bored killerwhale. sigh. well well, there's nothing i could do. anyway, the first day of school after my burnt hoildays went really bored plus a SS test made me even more stress. god i suck in humanities. went to school with long hair, my form teacher looked at me like what seh. haha. ah fuck, have to cut my hair today. IM NOT GOING TO BARBER SHOP. end of the line. school sucks, everyone agree. i know. HEH. plus new sitting arrange suck big time cause i have to sit right infront. what the fuck lah, i can see, im not short sighted, i dont wear glasses. i guess i talked to much last term. HAM PIANG SAMI larrrrr. sigh. have to concentrate on N levels. study study study. no more guitar, no more skate [but i'll still skate], no more TV, no more chocolates[but im still in love with them]. my studies are quite in a mess now, trying to put it all back. stress galore. need a fucking breather. i'll enjoy after N levels, alone. sheeeeeeeesh. planing to work. maybe at taka [recommened by adlan] or maybe at the airport [recommended by fahmi]. try my luck then. give it a go at taka, then airport afterwards. shop till i drop after i get my pay[YEAY]. laptop? PSP? clothes? sneakers? skates? fuck yeah........ cant wait. but urghhhhhhh, N levels. fuck lah. then O levels. wanked up mannnnn. this is life. i got one. siololololo. well, boredom invades me everytime. even now. and fuck, spoiled my earphones. FUCK! pissing off. gotta buy new ones immediately. music is my fucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suppose to be asleep now. not feeling like sleeping at all. i dont really like sleeping at this kind of time. just kills my time snoring. craving for donuts!!!! ahhhhhhhh. i feel like shit after school. currently listening to Suicide Silence - distorted thought of addiction. bye love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115131081144492693?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115131081144492693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115131081144492693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115131081144492693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115131081144492693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-day-of-last-term.html' title='my first day of the last term.'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115125276443400647</id><published>2006-06-26T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T00:38:52.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not a good one for a start.</title><content type='html'>hello readies. currently in a killerwhale mood. dizzy since morning. today i ate only cereal and one plate of nasi bryani. i have to spring clean the house since yesterday. so im like, seeing dustbunnies everywhere i got. kind of cool actualy. i hate to spring clean the house cause its like too tiring plus dustbunnies are following me everywhere i go. i think i can feel dustbunnies in my nose now. dancing chachahca in my nose giving fucking 'haaaachoooos' everything. they're fucken annoying. you'll suffocate you you were me. anywayyyyyyyy, i have to move/throw away most of my things in my room and replace with new things. kind of good actualy. new things = YEAYNESS. my day went super bored. didnt talk much, only talk with whoduh on msn, but still, she's doing her HW. haha. kecoh uh. talking about hw, ok dont ask about my hw. EHEH. burn burn burn. no lah kidding. heh. the reason i decided to put up a blog is, to get rid from boredom and loneliness. can i say that? loneliness? yeahhhh. classmates are blogging, so decided to join. if not, im like left out when they talk about blogs. SO YEAY. here i am. writting. beginning to look through my life. doors closing wootwootwootwootwootwoot. im fucken tired right now. im suppose to get my bag ready for school but, nyeeeeeeeeeeeeeh tomorrow uh. hehe. im like, holding my pillow while writing this. coldness. sigh.... missing someone. heh. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115125276443400647?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115125276443400647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115125276443400647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115125276443400647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115125276443400647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-good-one-for-start.html' title='not a good one for a start.'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30229455.post-115122567373303777</id><published>2006-06-25T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T16:54:33.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello children of the world. speaks Nordy Baxter.</title><content type='html'>this is only the beginning, please be aware, blogs posted can be fucked up, violent shits, kental, dangerous and can say cute. pictures can be found anytime and blog will be update if only i have the mood to write. i appretiate you guys to tag but no bullshits or somesort. but like now, i feeling lazy to edit this fucked up skin. HEHE. i need a breather. doors closing wootwootwootwootwootwoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30229455-115122567373303777?l=nordybaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/115122567373303777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30229455&amp;postID=115122567373303777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115122567373303777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30229455/posts/default/115122567373303777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nordybaxter.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-children-of-world-speaks-nordy.html' title='hello children of the world. speaks Nordy Baxter.'/><author><name>ThatBloodyOracle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02319098762276920237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
