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:: CATWOMAN ::

.Nurazreen. Azreen. Az.
.b_rokster75@hotmail.com.
.21 years. 15 January 1985. Capricorn.
.SHOPAHOLIC.
.KukuzRuffbabezInc.
.The Only Child.
.Batman's Beatiful One.
.Pampered. Affectionate. Vivacious. Mad. Dunno how to swim. Dunno how to cycle.


:: LOVES ::
Myself. Kukuz. My Batman. Abg Erza. Nora. Goatees. Toned Chests. Broad Shoulders. Nice Eyes. My Bed. My Hair. Chocolates. SHOPPING. FOOD. Cooking. Eating. Farting. Make Up. Late night car-rides. Long Bus Rides. Taking Pics. Crapping. Friendster Surfing. Investigating. Spending time with My Batman. White Tigers.


:: LOATHES ::
My Batman having to serve NS. Vegetables. THE Anneh. Mapleks. Apeks. Cockroaches. Lizards. Train Rides. Fruits. Crowds.

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:: ON MY PLAYLIST ::
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Californication - Live at Slane Castle


:: MY LOVED ONES ::
.Kak Efah.
.Beca Girl.
.My Kukuz.
.Poison Man Eater.
.Cow Udders Lover.
.Mystique Murmur Woman.
.My Batman's Lil Sis.
.Invisible Scream Siren.
.Wonder Legger Woman.
.Chan Meiling.
.Mr Fantastic.
.My Big Daddy Pimp.
.Elektra.
.Dee.
.Nadia.
.Emil.


:: TREASURED MEMORIES ::
.June 2005.

.July 2005.

.August 2005.

.September 2005.

.October 2005.

.November 2005.

.December 2005.

.January 2006.

.February 2006.

.March 2006.

.April 2006.

.May 2006.

.June 2006.


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Saturday, May 27, 2006

SINCE YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY IS BIG ON EATING, GO ON! EAT! EAT! EAT!!!!!! EAT ALL YOU WANT!! EVERY SINGLE DAMN THING, EVERY SINGLE DAMN OCCASION, MUST INVITE EVERYONE TO EAT TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EVERYONE IS SO FREAKING RICH IS IT????????????? ALWAYS GO EAT, EAT EAT!! NOTHING BETTER TO DO IS IT???

EAT UNTIL ALL OF YOU BECOME FAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BLOATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BETTER STILL, I WISH THAT ALL OF YOU WILL CHOKE TO DEATH WHILE EATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MAD RIGHT NOWWWWW!!! DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY MY BOYFRIEND HAVE TO TAG ALONG JUST TO EAT. ISN'T THERE ENOUGH FOOD AT HOME TO EAT???????????????

NOW I CAN'T SPEND TIME WITH HIM!!! ALL BECAUSE ALL OF YOU LIKE TO EAT!!!!!!!!! EAT!!!!!!!!!!!! EAT!!!!!!!!!!!! GO LA. CHOKE TO DEATH!!!



















































































































The long space in between was because I was thinking. I came across another girl's blog. Like me, her boyfriend is currently serving NS. I have been reading her blog for some time now. Simply because she is going through what I am going through.

I think there should be an interest group set up for girls with boyfriends in the army. Hehehe.

On a serious note, I recently read an entry of hers. I copied and paste the entire rant of hers up there. I shall not name names though because it isn't nice to do so and she is entitled to her own opinion.

It got me thinking... Ansari's family is like that too. They often eat out together. As one big family. Granted, sometimes I get upset and whine away each time he has to commit to such things when he books out while I have to be home. All bored. I mean, an entire week of waiting for him to book out, the anticipation, all gone down the drain because he has family commitments to fulfill.

Admittedly, when I read whatever the girl posted, I thought it wasn't nice of her. Personally, I would not wish such things upon Ansari's family. Or other people's family for that matter. It's really a mean thing to say.

Guess life isn't a bed of roses. Nothing is ever fair. You win some, you lose someone. Because Ansari and me are not married yet, it is difficult for me to tag along for such occasions. And that is where I lose out on precious time with him.

But I don't ever let anger consume me to wish upon other people like that.

Oh well, food for thought for tonight. I miss Ansari :(

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