Bismillahirahmanirrahim..
Ai hanya orang-orang biasa sahaja. Lahir dalam keluarga yang sederhana tetapi luar biasa (setiap keluarga ada super-powernya tersendiri). Diberi nama Norazama oleh Encik Basri dan Puan Hasmi pada 15 Ogos 1987 di Mukah but grows around Sarawak and locality is Melbourne (berangan...) actually Maludam, Betong. Ai lebih senang dipanggil dengan nama Nor, tapi nak panggil apa-apa nama pun ai tak kesah sebenarnya asalkan tidak membawa maksud yang tak baik. Ai nampak serious, but trust me, ai can give you the sweetest smile ever hahaha. Banyak sahabat yang mula nak kenal ngan ai memang takut nak dekat. Bilamana olahan ai TERtunjuk.....hehehehe. Ai suka sesuatu yang berbentuk simple, tak suka yang complicated. Ai sayang yang sayang ngan ai. Allah Almighty, my parent, my family, my friends.
i do love my noe so much.. can never ever lost it..
thats its.. AI AM NOR
Made a wrong turn, Once or twice Dug my way out, Blood and fire Bad decisions, That's alright Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss "no way, it's all good", It didn't slow me down Mistaken, Always second guessing Under estimated, Look, I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please Don't you ever, ever feel Like your less than perfect. Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like your nothing You're perfect to me.
You're so mean, When you talk, About yourself, You are wrong. Change the voices, In your head Make them like you Instead.
So complicated, Look happy, You'll make it! Filled with so much hatred Such a tired game. It's enough, I've done all I can think of Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/p/pink/perfect.html ] Oh, Pretty, pretty please Don't you ever, ever feel Like your less than fuckin' perfect. Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like your nothing You're perfect to me.
The world stares while I swallow the fear, The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer. So cool in line and we try, try, try, But we try too hard, it's a waste of my time. Done looking for the critics, cuz they're everywhere They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair We change ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that? Why do I do that? (Why do I do that?)
[Yeah~, Ohh~ pretty pretty please, Ohh~]
Pretty, pretty please Don't you ever, ever feel Like your less than perfect. Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like your nothing You're perfect to me.
You're perfect, You're perfect Pretty, pretty please Don't you ever, ever feel Like your less than Fuckin' perfect. Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like your nothing You're perfect to me.