Saturday, June 25, 2011

I Do... I Do... I Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do...

You know he's the one when he's willing to remove old sticker residue from your bedroom door.

Note to single men out there:
Try to ascertain if the girl you're dating had a thing for celeb posters in her teens. Then only you make THE DECISION.

Call me Nora from now

Neither you nor me can make out the picture above. The only description I can give is 'LOVE'.

Here, I strengthen the bond with my best-est best friend.

Here, I make new friends. Many new friends.

Here, I re-discover the art of pushing (what I think was) my limits.

Here, I gain back my confidence that was almost diminishing.

Here, I sow the seeds of happiness (hello, adrenaline overload each and everytime).

Here, I learnt that 3 years of personal training sessions at the gym was really no fun.

Here, I get a rush once the smell of sweat a.k.a. toilet water stench emits from my body.

Here, I learnt that there are still many non-Malays who are smart, rich, humble and can speak Bahasa Malaysia very well. Respect.

Here, I learnt that the rich may not necessarily be snobs.

Here, I learnt that rich Malays also speak Bahasa Malaysia like the rest of us from the 'hood. Eceh.

Here, I had to unleash a little bit of my inner flirt because the trainers are rather cute/hot. Gatal, tapi sapa tak semangat kalau ada cute butt jerit nama you "Come on Nadia, go deeper you can do it!". Takpe kot belum kahwin ni. Jeng jeng....

Here, people are so nice they think I'm only 26 years old.

Here, I got a new name - Nora. Best jugak la. Perasaan sangat ayu gitew.

But here, I am sometimes be a b*tch because there's another real b*tch whom I would love to strangle to near-death.

Moral: Do not simply touch people's biceps. Dibenci orang.


(An unlikely ending but I sudah ngantuk sikalang muehehe)

Monday, June 20, 2011

Penatlah. You guys keep shooting the messenger. WHERE GOT ROAD??

Kan email ada boleh hantar direct saja dekat orang yang kena buat tu. Kenapa nak pass jugak kat orang yang tak tau apa-apa ni jugak? Bukan tahun 1983 kenapa pakai manusia nak sampaikan mesej kat orang lain. Hidup dalam era lain ke apa kau ni?

*shitty monday mode*

Saturday, June 18, 2011

2 Weeks of No Tyres, Sandbags and Sandpipe Will Be a Big Loss :(

(L-R): My number one fan (bahhaaaa), Mr Zooman who was torn between to-continue or not-continue for July, Mr Friend who experienced miang rumput on bring-a-friend day. (Missing in pic: Mr Tunang who looked so nervous pre-workout and I love you sayang for giving this a try)


I know that I'm a late adopter. I know that if it wasn't for wanting to get back in shape in time for KL Marathon, the wedding, and the emergence of online deals services I wouldn't have probably signed up for this. I know that if it wasn't for Ki-Moira giving me her neverending moral support (that I can do this) I would have probably bailed after the first session.

I know now that I made the right choice. Hooyah!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Your (Best) Friends Really Define Who You Are

Diet begone. Big lunch. No bootcamp today. Lain kali kita kena tapau LG saja la bro. Rosak.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Inilah bahana membelog melalui talipon sambil bawak kereta

*See posts below*


I May Have Mentioned This a Million Times Over But Like I Care

My life is so blessed to have this one person who sticks around, giving me endless support through happy and unpleasant times, despite my 'personality disorder'. I'm a difficult person and that's not really news.

I lef yu BFF. Good things will always come upon ya because you are an awesome person.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

I May Have Mentioned This aY Million Times Over But Like I Care

My life is so blessed to have this one person who sticks around, giving me endless support through happy and unpleasanr atimes, despite my

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

I Probably Should Invest in a Caravan, Not a Real Property

I'm not sure if it's just me being weird as usual or the best solitary moments would always be when I sit alone in the car with the engine switched off. It feels even better at night and if there's a slight drizzle, the sound of little raindrops shielding me further away from all the worries of the world.

If I ain't being weird maybe it's the car. Maybe it feels like home because it's mine. Maybe because it has seen me through some happiest times and scenes of emotional breakdowns. Maybe because it has never let me down.

Yes, I bet it is because it has never let me down.

A note to everyone of us :)

Thursday, June 02, 2011