<?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-4088286718548988308</id><updated>2012-01-20T17:15:05.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manipulator of the crowds, you're a dream twister</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>350</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-7382023165963342330</id><published>2011-11-21T03:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T03:41:10.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt; / 3</title><content type='html'>Feeling so emo and sentimental right now so i guess i'll just let it out here. No one reads this space anyway, right? Anyway, watching a drama now and i realised that dramas really just suck me into this space where i am so attached to the characters it makes me so emo and sad, as well as getting pissed off and annoyed. I don't think anyone watches dramas quite like me... And then when i watch dramas about romance and how sweet the guy is to the girl, gets me thinking about whether or not i'll ever find someone like that in real life or if i'll just grow old lonely and alone. Everyone wants their fairytale ending and i guess some people get it earlier than others? I guess i'll just resort to my favourite form of solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Os are over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-7382023165963342330?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/7382023165963342330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/11/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7382023165963342330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7382023165963342330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/11/3.html' title='&lt; / 3'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-2814674567736172269</id><published>2011-11-10T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:32:14.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD I AM SO ANGSTY RIGHT NOW I CAN'T EVEN.... UGH MY GOD anyways, this wld usually prolly be on my tumblr BUT SINCE SHE FOLLOWS ME I have to rant here UGGGGGHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-2814674567736172269?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/2814674567736172269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-my-god-i-am-so-angsty-right-now-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2814674567736172269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2814674567736172269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-my-god-i-am-so-angsty-right-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5545726786394190267</id><published>2011-10-14T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T19:39:18.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O's are in ten days weeeehoooooooooooooooooo T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5545726786394190267?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5545726786394190267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-are-in-ten-days-weeeehoooooooooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5545726786394190267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5545726786394190267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-are-in-ten-days-weeeehoooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-3328435795324765004</id><published>2011-09-16T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:24:37.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet peeve</title><content type='html'>Haven't been here in ages. Ah, time flies. before we know it its september and os are in about a month. Need to actually start mugging cause i've never really studied studied before. And art. Goshhhhh, totally flunking it yaaaa, didn't even finish my boards... Yeah, i deserve to fail ok. Anw, here to rant!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, totally hate it when people use really bad and broken english??!!!???!! You've studied english for most of your lifetime??!!?!?!?!??!?!?!??! Ah, pet peeve seriously. Like, i'd did my work. OMG PLS. K sorry but i had to get it off my chest. Such an angsty day today. Oh well. Need to work hard and get good results ya 10 points k weeehhhooooooo. And i have to start now. K wait, maybe tomorrow AHHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-3328435795324765004?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/3328435795324765004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/09/pet-peeve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/3328435795324765004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/3328435795324765004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/09/pet-peeve.html' title='Pet peeve'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-6301064009752798286</id><published>2011-06-30T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:26:55.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months</title><content type='html'>School has started, feeling so damn drained from everything. And i have to freaking chiong my art..... Ah, totally stressed out by all the subjects and i'm supposed to get a b3 for all my subjects or higher? Value adding to myself of something like that. Time to hit the books and study like there's no tomorrow. Ah, 4 more months. I can do it, right? no more playing, no more hanging out late after school. It's time to get down to business and study the hardest I've ever studied. Art is totally killing me and i'm pretty scared for the results... Haven't really been doing well for art so..... yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side tracking, the holidays were awesome. Korea was awesome. Staying home the entire day was awesome. Ah, totally love holidays where i can just relax and, relax. Ahahaha, i should probably get out of this sedentary lifestyle but... It's so shiok for me to let go of. Just lying down on the bed, rotting my life away feels pretty good. Even though i know it isn't. Ahahahah, ok time to get back to work. Just needed to get a breather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-6301064009752798286?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/6301064009752798286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/06/4-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6301064009752798286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6301064009752798286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/06/4-months.html' title='4 months'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-2169108818923372373</id><published>2011-05-03T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T00:02:50.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i really just can't stand myself. but ohwell. life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-2169108818923372373?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/2169108818923372373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-i-really-just-cant-stand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2169108818923372373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2169108818923372373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-i-really-just-cant-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5771501329514800678</id><published>2011-04-23T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T23:21:46.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously i cannot take it. Thank God for this site where i can rant and no one judges me (or at least i think so) Anyway, ITS NOT FREAKING ME THAT IS CHANGING THE PLANS. ITS MY MUM. And heck, is it wrong finding a freaking cheaper alternative. Anyway, it's not about the money cause its fine with them? Gahhhh, whatever lahhhh. On a lighter note, i'm going to Korea in june yipeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5771501329514800678?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5771501329514800678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/04/seriously-i-cannot-take-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5771501329514800678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5771501329514800678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/04/seriously-i-cannot-take-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5744271067991630962</id><published>2011-04-15T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:27:47.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5744271067991630962?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5744271067991630962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/04/give-me-fucking-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5744271067991630962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5744271067991630962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/04/give-me-fucking-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-4839297727729931079</id><published>2011-04-11T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:22:16.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you don't want to stay, then please, get the fuck out of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-4839297727729931079?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/4839297727729931079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-dont-want-to-stay-then-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/4839297727729931079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/4839297727729931079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-dont-want-to-stay-then-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5016829615519854094</id><published>2011-04-04T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:40:34.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eowfjirehrieofghrevge</title><content type='html'>chinese, chinese, chinese, chinese, chinese, why the fuck are you making me feel this way. Urgh, feeling so demoralised. If only I listened in chinese class over the past few years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only.... But what is life if it is not filled with regrets. We all wish we could stop time and take a breather, but time stops for no man, in the end you just have to move along with life, accepting whatever is thrown into your path however good or bad it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5016829615519854094?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5016829615519854094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/04/eowfjirehrieofghrevge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5016829615519854094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5016829615519854094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/04/eowfjirehrieofghrevge.html' title='eowfjirehrieofghrevge'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-6056063528266051737</id><published>2011-03-30T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T21:53:25.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyah, give up on you lah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-6056063528266051737?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/6056063528266051737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/03/aiyah-give-up-on-you-lah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6056063528266051737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6056063528266051737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/03/aiyah-give-up-on-you-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-8223512799350988152</id><published>2011-03-19T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T22:36:18.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>I'm freaking bored oh my goodness. I have stayed home the entire day doing nothing but just eating and lying on the bed and watching telly and using the computer. This holiday has been nothing but eating and lazing around and being miserably sick. Nothing productive has been done this entire week and I feel like a huge ass sloth or slob or as we learnt in English class, flaneur. Its freaking Saturday already aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, haven't even gotten down to start on any of the assignments due on Monday. Bravo, bravo. Congrats to myself. I bet I'll be rushing like mad tomorrow but for now, I don't care and I don't really want to. Ah, procrastination is horrible, I can't even stand myself. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i feel like stuffing my face with food EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT EVEN HUNGRY oh my gosh i should just take a knife and stab myself several times to wake up and and STOP EATING. I keep complaining I'm fat but I'm not doing anything really to curb my horrible diet and to freaking stop eating. So then I keep eating and eating and eating my days away till I really become a huge ass fat ass (a bigger fat ass than I already am) and all I can do is wallow in my helpless, miserable, self pity. Hardy har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I really want to eat ice cream and chocolates and cup cakes and cookies and ahhhhhhhhh. Stfu nicole before I shoot you. My life is in a huge mess and the only solace I can find is in my food. (ok my life isn't really in a mess, I just made that up) Ok enough said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-8223512799350988152?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/8223512799350988152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/03/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8223512799350988152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8223512799350988152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/03/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5712766123378223427</id><published>2011-03-17T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:35:12.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oiufiqherigviothgivhwihbstsbrobtsgt. Everything is my fault yaaaaa. I cannot be bothered already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5712766123378223427?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5712766123378223427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/03/oiufiqherigviothgivhwihbstsbrobtsgt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5712766123378223427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5712766123378223427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/03/oiufiqherigviothgivhwihbstsbrobtsgt.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5155770824270406080</id><published>2011-03-02T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:16:56.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only you knew</title><content type='html'>i don't want to care anymore. aiodfjeorfhrehvohsorehgsehtithdfksbeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5155770824270406080?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5155770824270406080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-want-to-care-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5155770824270406080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5155770824270406080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-want-to-care-anymore.html' title='if only you knew'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5777273959483937953</id><published>2011-01-11T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:37:32.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FML I AM A FAT ASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5777273959483937953?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5777273959483937953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/01/fml-i-am-fat-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5777273959483937953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5777273959483937953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/01/fml-i-am-fat-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-1320545863975291079</id><published>2011-01-10T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:23:43.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm pissed. whatever lah whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-1320545863975291079?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/1320545863975291079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1320545863975291079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1320545863975291079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-348212588094390333</id><published>2011-01-01T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T02:08:13.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy new year~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the first few moments of the new year with the best people in the best place i love you all!! Can't wait to see you guys later............... when i wake up HAHAHAHAH i love you guys. Thank you for all the love hahahahhahhahaha your nonsense pranks jacking ignoring and great imagination WAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA ONCE AGAIN I LOVE YOU GUYS SEE U WHEN I WAKE UP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-348212588094390333?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/348212588094390333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-spent-first-few-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/348212588094390333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/348212588094390333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-spent-first-few-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-7299204879817459300</id><published>2010-12-19T03:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T03:20:08.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not  boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is  not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight  in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts,  always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-7299204879817459300?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/7299204879817459300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-is-patient-love-is-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7299204879817459300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7299204879817459300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-is-patient-love-is-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-2649967090387800617</id><published>2010-12-12T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T21:41:41.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM bffs come back quick!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-2649967090387800617?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/2649967090387800617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/12/hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2649967090387800617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2649967090387800617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/12/hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-3589372441526931967</id><published>2010-12-08T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:34:18.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abcdefghiiiiiiiii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TP97F3UgORI/AAAAAAAAAhs/enh18Jndaxk/s1600/tumblr_ld3pf12cDK1qddlojo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TP97F3UgORI/AAAAAAAAAhs/enh18Jndaxk/s400/tumblr_ld3pf12cDK1qddlojo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548288606623250706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-3589372441526931967?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/3589372441526931967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/12/abcdefghiiiiiiiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/3589372441526931967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/3589372441526931967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/12/abcdefghiiiiiiiii.html' title='abcdefghiiiiiiiii'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TP97F3UgORI/AAAAAAAAAhs/enh18Jndaxk/s72-c/tumblr_ld3pf12cDK1qddlojo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-4517784538126355951</id><published>2010-12-06T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:52:18.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TPvDNP6HDoI/AAAAAAAAAhk/w2k62pqPaB8/s1600/tumblr_lcjwxlBAOA1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TPvDNP6HDoI/AAAAAAAAAhk/w2k62pqPaB8/s400/tumblr_lcjwxlBAOA1qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547241998412877442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-4517784538126355951?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/4517784538126355951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/4517784538126355951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/4517784538126355951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TPvDNP6HDoI/AAAAAAAAAhk/w2k62pqPaB8/s72-c/tumblr_lcjwxlBAOA1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-3601713305471308270</id><published>2010-12-03T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:36:59.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Person i want to talk to isn't there for me to talk to. Sigh where are you. I miss you :( :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-3601713305471308270?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/3601713305471308270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/12/person-i-want-to-talk-to-isnt-there-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/3601713305471308270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/3601713305471308270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/12/person-i-want-to-talk-to-isnt-there-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5220722112571142886</id><published>2010-12-03T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:33:50.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freaking annoyed. oh well mumma, i still love you wahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5220722112571142886?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-3238802402786262143</id><published>2010-11-20T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:22:07.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should stop feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;wphielfharhgiorthgtbhkjfgnlxhbiodhgirtgjbsnglnxvgfbd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/pekchek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-3238802402786262143?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/3238802402786262143/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>CAMP TMOZ&lt;br /&gt;T_________________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye aircon, nice showers, enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;AND BYEBYE AUNTY NANCY T___T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-7274931017059166569?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/7274931017059166569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/11/camp-tmoz-tt-goodbye-aircon-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7274931017059166569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7274931017059166569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/11/camp-tmoz-tt-goodbye-aircon-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5890544697621333170</id><published>2010-11-08T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:22:10.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before i go any further with my drama i have to say I FREAKING LOVE YOO AH IN OMG MY NEW FAV ACTOR HES SO VERSATILE OMG AND HE'S SUCH A CUTIE AND HE'S SO FREAKING DEEP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH OMG AND JOONGKI I LOVE YOUR ROLE IN THIS DRAMA TOO I FREAKING LOVE THE BOTH OF YOU AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH that is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5890544697621333170?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5890544697621333170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/11/before-i-go-any-further-with-my-drama-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5890544697621333170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5890544697621333170'/><link rel='alternate' 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ONE WHOLE BOOK omg srsly ill die and the stuff she did was good so i hafta be creative too oh my goodness ill die ok i will ask my sister for help HA HA HA HA HA hi sissy even though youre so mean to me i love you so much please help me for my art next year mwah mwah xxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-8621978127132076986?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/8621978127132076986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/11/being-art-student-is-terrible-ha-ha-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8621978127132076986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8621978127132076986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/11/being-art-student-is-terrible-ha-ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-2579464603876413034</id><published>2010-10-25T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:41:07.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than ever</title><content type='html'>Simply put, I miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-2579464603876413034?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/2579464603876413034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-than-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2579464603876413034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2579464603876413034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-than-ever.html' title='more than ever'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1528761338543140991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1528761338543140991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-8238716975214752411</id><published>2010-10-12T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:34:17.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my birthday was on Sunday thank you everyone that wished me and thanq dece rowenny linh junwei mark debs joy pris and jamie for coming over to surprise me!!! SIGH and thanq for making me take a long car ride ah wahpiang!! why you guys always late!! OH THANKS FOR THE DIANA CAMMMM HEEE HEEE HEEEE thank you love you guy very much. OK BACK TO STUDYING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-8238716975214752411?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/8238716975214752411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-my-birthday-was-on-sunday-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8238716975214752411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8238716975214752411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-my-birthday-was-on-sunday-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5520386282539207860</id><published>2010-09-30T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:54:18.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;Aussie or ltc............................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5520386282539207860?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5520386282539207860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/howwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5520386282539207860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5520386282539207860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/howwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-7999038870937159558</id><published>2010-09-20T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:33:40.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch you aint got shit on me</title><content type='html'>Mmmmn since Elizabeth keeps reminding me to do the post i will WAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok what i want in a boyfriend. First and foremost, he has to love me and my family and treat us well. Cause family matters. Secondly, he has to be a Christian cause religion matters. What if he has to put the tablet thing in the house and burn incense. No, sorry i cannot tolerate that. Thirdly, AT LEAST average looking. A little above average...... But not handsome. SIGH ok i have my reasons. Hmm, four! He has to be able to listen to my nonsense and crap and not complain. Even though i think its prettttttty hard. Fifthly, he shouldnt be fat. As in fat fat fat. Like maybe lean and skinny or like an average guy wahahah. Ok and not too muscly oh man it'll probably be gross. Sixth, mmmmn, doesnt have to be rich exactly. Uhm average maybe? what matters is the heart so no, i don't really take it into consideration. Seventh! Ok the last one. HMMM he should not be THAT tall. Tall yeah but not looking like a giant next to me wahahahahahahahhahah. Ok so basically i want a pretty average boyfriend who loves God and love my family and me HWAHWAHWAHWAHWA. Ok sorry this is a nonsense post heeee heeeee heeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and a voice like Joongki or Onew would be good. It'd make me happy everyday and i'll call him constantly, and tell him. 'i called just to hear your voice' wahahhahaahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-7999038870937159558?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/7999038870937159558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/bitch-you-aint-got-shit-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7999038870937159558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7999038870937159558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/bitch-you-aint-got-shit-on-me.html' title='bitch you aint got shit on me'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-8829487991885824437</id><published>2010-09-19T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:26:16.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S o r e &lt;span&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;F e e t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;By Ivy Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how difficult it is for a girl to chase after a guy? Sometimes, or should I say most of the time, it is easier to say it then to do it. I’d always tell my friend that if I see a cute guy that I like, I’d chase after him with all my might. But when you actually showed up, you made me so speechless and paralyzed that I even forgot what my own name is. Baby, you were the best part of my day. Everyday, the only class that I looked forward most to was driving class because, of course, you were in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;For a seventeen year old girl, I was starting to take that class late. It was embarrassing at first but the day you showed up in my life, everything that was embarrassing became lucky charms. I was glad I signed up for that class and not a class over the summer. If I did then I wouldn’t have met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we didn’t talk to teach other that often, every word that you spoke to me, I cherished them like they were infinitely more valuable than jewels. I remember how I’d tell the other classmates that I collect can tab and you would remove yours ahead of time and leave them on the table, waiting for me to pick them up myself. But I, on the other hand, was anticipating for your delivery of those tabs. And when I didn’t ask you, you threw them away with disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those time you fell asleep in class while we were watching videos on road safety? I don’t think you can recall those memories but I certainly can because I spent the majority of my time watching you. The way the bridge of your nose perfectly formed a perfect slope, or how pale and beautiful your skin were, or how those thick black rimmed glasses fitted over your closed eyes. And when my eyes weren’t staring dreamily at your face they would adore your socks filled with cartoons, such as Doraemon or some cute bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were on break time during driving class, you’d gather around with your friends and you guys would play cards. The sad thing was, you weren’t good at playing thirteen. I remember one time when I came back from the restroom and you asked me to help you play. I was so nervous, standing behind you and bending over your shoulders so I could see the cards you held with you white hands. Acting like I wasn’t nervous, my stomach wasn’t twisting and churning, or my cheeks weren’t turning red, I managed to spoke coherent phrases, telling you what to do. You, on the other hand, got frustrated and told me to play for you. You face was so adorable that I couldn’t help but smiled secretly to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every. Single. Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never failed to make my day a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good things don’t last for a long time. Happiness will eventually cease and everything will eventually come to an end. And it was the last day of driving class. It was for a good three weeks that I got to spent with you. And today, was the last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to class fifteen minutes early. As people slowly piled in, I kept my eyes out for you but you were no where in sight. When the teacher finally let us entered the class room, one by one the students came in. There weren’t many of us, really, maybe around ten or eleven. Class was starting and the teacher starting to call roll and you still weren’t here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited intensely for five minutes, thinking that you wouldn’t show you. But finally, there you were, entering the classroom wearing an outfit that you didn’t normally wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During normal school days you would wear a pair of light khaki pants, a white polo shirt, and socks with a pair of black and white slippers. That of course, was your school uniform, minus the cartoon socks and slippers. But today was Saturday and you weren’t in your uniform. You showed up looking more stunning than ever. That blue and white cap on your head, those black pair of skinny jeans that fitted loosely on you, the white t-shirt that snuggled your perfect body, that pair of black tennis shoes moving along with you feet, all of those would considered to be normal. But to me, they weren’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s obsession. Everything looks perfect on you because I’m so obsessed with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During test time we were forced to sit next to each other. For once, I was glad I was being forced. I couldn’t help but stared at you the entire time, of course I managed to finish my test but I wasn’t sure if I passed it or not. It was until later when I found out that I barely did. You, fully unaware of my staring eyes, aced the test like how you normally would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you’re so gorgeous, failing a test means nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people would ask: do you like him just for his looks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they would really want to know the answer, I would say no but they won’t believe me. How should I say this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say beauty captures the attention but it is the personality that keeps the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me ask you, without beauty can one capture another’s attention as easily as those with beauty? If it takes a long time to capture one’s attention then when will personality have its time to shine? Wouldn’t it be too late by then? And isn’t it unfair for those without the beauty to try harder than those with beauty? Beauty is not a talent nor is it a skill, so why those with beauty are treated a lot better? What rights do they have that those without beauty don’t? Beautiful people are born beautiful; they didn’t do anything to earn those features. And as they grow older they branch out into three categories, one is beautiful with a bad personality, one is beautiful with a good personality, and the last one is beautiful with an undetermined personality. Of course, there are times when those three branches can intertwine but they will eventually alternate back to their original positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I knew about you, you were in the second category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when one is obsessed with another, the second category is the only one visible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I wanted time to slow down, class eventually ended and it was time for goodbyes. I stared, smiled, and waved sadly at you as I got into the car to leave. You waved back at me with a sad smile, knowing that we wouldn’t see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four years of driving, I still hadn’t managed to drive correctly. In school they taught me that it takes five years for a driver to master his driving skills. I wasn’t even anywhere near half way and it was four years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you add lousy driver and rush hour together, you get chaos on the other side of the equal sign. I was driving home from work, like any other day, except I decided that I would be smart and leave an hour early so I wouldn’t have to deal with rush hour. But little did I know that rush hour was usually an hour BEFORE I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic was CRAZY. Cars were everywhere and I was stuck in the middle of no where. Tapping my nails impatiently on the center of the steering wheel, I waited. Finally the car in front started to move slowly and I lifted my foot off the brakes, just letting my car ease slowly forward when the bastard in front stopped abruptly. I slammed on the breaks but that resulted in slamming my head on the honks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, it wasn’t a good thing. When I lifted my head up while rubbing my forehead, I saw the guy from the car in front of me get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked away like nothing was wrong but pretty soon he knocked on my window. I acted like I was listening to the radio music too loudly and didn’t hear him so I started to nod my head like crazy. And pretty soon I was shaking my hair like a wild rock star that plays the electric guitar. But do you know what sucks about my car? It doesn’t automatically lock when you change the shifts. And usually, I don’t lock my car door, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he opened the door and yelled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me miss!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Girl. Excuse me miss girl. Excuse me miss girl. Excuse me miss girl. Come here sit down let’s talk,” I sang to the song while staring at the opposite direction where the guy was standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Last Farewell, baby baby—“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yah! Can you stop singing to those gay Big Bang songs?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare he insult my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whipped my head instantly to face him and holy cow moly holy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It. Was. You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally fainted on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seemed like you recognized me but you acted like you don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse, why did you honk at me?” you asked in the most polite way you could conjure up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um—ac-accident.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stared at me weirdly. Then you shrugged and started to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turned around in response to my call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you happen to be—?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah. It’s been a long time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! Hahahaha—“ I laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, it’s been a long time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a long silence between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you wanna go get a drink?” you asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and we managed to park our cars nearby. The nearest coffee shop was a block our two away so we had to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what have you been up to?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shrugged. “Just driving around, going to college and such. You?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Same.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still the same heart with the same feelings toward the same person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Find any girl yet?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nah. But there is this cute girl that just transferred to my university.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish she would transfer out soon so I can transfer in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How about you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Haven’t seen any cute guy in four years.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except this one in front of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I change my mind, do you wanna stop by my house? I have something to give you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited for rush hour to clear as we walked around the area just catching up with each other’s lives. When all the cars were gone, we went to get our cars and I followed yours to your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You live here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I live a few blocks down!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really? How come I’ve never seen you? I take a walk down there every day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Me too! When do you take your walks?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In the morning at six.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, no wonder. I take mine at five,” I chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’d been walking all four years and we never once did encounter each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Haha, what a coincident. Anyway, wait here, let me go get something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on the couch as you ran into your room to get whatever you wanted to get. As I waited I looked around and noticed how tidy and clean it was your house was. Then it dawned to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only a guy with a girlfriend would be able to keep his house this clean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here they are!” you shouted happily as you ran back out. “I never gave them back to you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You handed me a stack of papers. They were the notes that I let you borrowed before the written exam for driving class on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I thought you might want them back. Haha.” You rubbed the back of your head, like how you always did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh. Just these?” I asked sadly. I thought you wanted to give me something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But little did I know that those papers were special to you. They were the first things I ever gave you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah. Haha, what else would there be?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing. Anyway, I gotta get going. My parents are waiting for me at home for dinner.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, okay. Well see you next time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hadn’t seen each other in about a month or so and I was missing you like crazy. I was tempted to go visit you but I didn’t want to encounter a situation like seeing you with your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself ready for my daily walk. I decided to walk in the opposite direction where your house was, just in case you would be walking at the same time, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you were, walking with her. You guys approached me as I stood there, not knowing if I should run or stand there and wait. And when my mind finally made its decision, I turned to face forward again and ran. I ran and ran and ran. I ran as I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so stupid and foolish of me but I cried anyway. I wasn’t happy to see you with another girl. I didn’t think if it was a misunderstanding or if it was real. I didn’t care. I just ran and cried as I heard the distant sound of your voice calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never called me by my name before. Never ever. Every time we talked you just spoke to me like you didn’t even know my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that day, you called me name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on running. I ran until my feet were sore but I kept on going. I didn’t want to stop to face you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having a crush on someone is hard, especially if he doesn’t really think anything of you. You feel stupid and foolish. You think to yourself if it’s really worth it. You see yourself as being really immature and childish about it. You barely even know him and yet you cry a thousand tears over him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was out of breath, I slowed down to a walk. I didn’t hear you calling myself name anymore so I assumed that you stopped chasing. But somehow, magically, you showed up &lt;em&gt;in front&lt;/em&gt; of me, running towards me. I gave up and kept on walking forward, not even looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you stopped in front of me and breathed heavily as you used your big body to block my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want?” I mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why did you run away?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wanted to run for today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then why didn’t you stop when I called your name?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Didn’t hear. Ran too fast.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop lying. You’re running away from me. Do you know how sore my feet are from catching up with you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How did you show up in front of me anyways?” I kept on mumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shortcut. But enough of that, I know you’re running away from me, just like how you did four years ago.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean four years ago?” I asked, looking into his eyes for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That last day of driving class. You wanted to tell me that you like me you never did. You just ran away from your feelings. And when we met again a month ago, you wanted to tell me, also. But you didn’t.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t like you. What the hell are you talking about?” I grumbled as I looked away from his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aren’t you tired from running away from your feelings? Aren’t your feet sore from all that running? Mine are really sore from chasing after you. Do you know how sore they are these past four years and one month? I ran after you everyday. Every morning I wake up at five just to take a walk with you but never once did you show up at your usual route. Then this morning it finally dawned to me that you’re avoiding me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you knew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you stop running? Both of our feet are sore. Why don’t we just let them rest?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But you have a girlfr—“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s my baby sister.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A baby sister mistaken as a girlfriend. What a typical misunderstanding you see in every girl’s mind. But a girl can’t think straight when she likes a guy. Everyone and everything around him becomes an obstacle to her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you wanna go soak our feet?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smiled happily as you heard those words. Hand in hand, we walked back to our house with our sore feet, the ones that had been running from and chasing after each other for four years and one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-8829487991885824437?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/8829487991885824437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/s-o-r-e-f-e-e-t-by-ivy-ho-do-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8829487991885824437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8829487991885824437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/s-o-r-e-f-e-e-t-by-ivy-ho-do-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-7637457964923025037</id><published>2010-09-19T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:23:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TJXWbmamXNI/AAAAAAAAAhY/7nnX84Tc3V8/s1600/tumblr_l7swocMUyc1qzwaddo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TJXWbmamXNI/AAAAAAAAAhY/7nnX84Tc3V8/s400/tumblr_l7swocMUyc1qzwaddo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518552688069336274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; text-align: left;"&gt;       &lt;div style="border-top: 0px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 22px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-bottom: 10px; padding-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-7637457964923025037?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/7637457964923025037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7637457964923025037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7637457964923025037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TJXWbmamXNI/AAAAAAAAAhY/7nnX84Tc3V8/s72-c/tumblr_l7swocMUyc1qzwaddo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5355656939786277199</id><published>2010-09-18T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:49:18.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>impulse. I do too many things on impulse maybe if i thought things through then did them life would be better and life would be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again its ok cause lifes never been better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5355656939786277199?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5355656939786277199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/change-is-inevitable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5355656939786277199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5355656939786277199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/change-is-inevitable.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-1928249156093903820</id><published>2010-09-17T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:41:03.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"when it hurts so much you cant breathe, thats how you survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way. so the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is strive for honesty. the very worst part of grief is that u cant control it. the best we can do, is to let ourselves feel it when it comes. then let it go when we can. the very worst part is the minute you think your past it, it starts all over again. and always everytime, it takes your breathe away. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-1928249156093903820?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/1928249156093903820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-it-hurts-so-much-you-cant-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1928249156093903820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1928249156093903820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-it-hurts-so-much-you-cant-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-3202373773822147310</id><published>2010-09-15T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:24:32.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Between sunset and sunrise; an ever changing board that finally settled right in between. The middle is where the heart hurts the most, where the pain is dragged across the floorboards leaving stains that appear unwashable by time. Always fixable but never fixed, to be able to move forward but have nothing to turn back to. Its the impression failure has left upon you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-3202373773822147310?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/3202373773822147310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/between-sunset-and-sunrise-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/3202373773822147310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/3202373773822147310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/between-sunset-and-sunrise-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-6862725356825829363</id><published>2010-09-15T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T17:32:41.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never felt so alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-6862725356825829363?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/6862725356825829363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-never-felt-so-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6862725356825829363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6862725356825829363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-never-felt-so-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-6322651281053996214</id><published>2010-09-14T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T18:08:13.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love God, Love people, Love life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wonder what life would have been if i wasn't a Christian. Perhaps i'd be a vulgar person. Spewing profanities like there is no tomorrow, profanities in almost every single sentence i say. Or maybe someone without a purpose, a dream. Also, i wouldn't be as peaceful and calm and nice. I'd be a very temperamental person. Being really nice and calm and seconds later i'd erupt into a bad mood. And little, small things would be able to set me off, counting on the temper i have now, i wouldn't be surprised. But, i'm glad i'm a Christian.  Being in the presence of God just.......................................... feels great. There are no words to describe that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ON THE OTHER HAND.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i will wait till in 25 to get a boyfriend. HA HA HA HA HA and as Pst Lia said, maybe i should see how he treats his friends and people around him. Not someone who's nice to you and only you. HEE HEE HEE oh welll......... I have 10 years to go so.... HAHAHAH yeah. Mmmn, End Of Years are coming. I will start studying and paying attention in class...... No matter how short my attention span is. I will sleep at 9pm every night and force myself from using the laptop/computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-6322651281053996214?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/6322651281053996214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-god-love-people-love-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6322651281053996214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6322651281053996214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-god-love-people-love-life.html' title='Love God, Love people, Love life'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-2246449002475620674</id><published>2010-09-13T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:31:11.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-2246449002475620674?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/2246449002475620674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2246449002475620674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2246449002475620674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-766591824570689576</id><published>2010-09-11T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T02:17:41.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh the life in me wont let You go&lt;br /&gt;You're in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're in my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-766591824570689576?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/766591824570689576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-life-in-me-wont-let-you-go-youre-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/766591824570689576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/766591824570689576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-life-in-me-wont-let-you-go-youre-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-2218785503115744063</id><published>2010-09-10T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:26:59.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my God closer to me than the air that i breathe</title><content type='html'>Why do we turn to God only when we're in dire straits or in need when we should pray everyday? Why do we thank God only when good things happen or when in want when really, we should thank God we're not living in poverty and in sickness. Really, we all want the best for ourselves and will stop at nothing to get it. God, i love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-2218785503115744063?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/2218785503115744063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-are-my-god-closer-to-me-than-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2218785503115744063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2218785503115744063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-are-my-god-closer-to-me-than-air.html' title='You are my God closer to me than the air that i breathe'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-1693565318601352641</id><published>2010-09-06T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T02:28:36.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'You dont know how much i fucking care"</title><content type='html'>'I never thought I would be capable of loving someone. I love how you smile even when there’s no reason to smile. I love how you make me feel like there’s hope in this crazy world. I love how you float in and out of my thoughts every single moment that I’m not with you. Most of all, I love the way you make me feel.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-1693565318601352641?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/1693565318601352641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-dont-know-how-much-i-fucking-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1693565318601352641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1693565318601352641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-dont-know-how-much-i-fucking-care.html' title='&apos;You dont know how much i fucking care&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-912852797682016427</id><published>2010-09-04T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:41:49.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when september ends</title><content type='html'>Mmn, school hols have started which means theres a break and then we're back to studying for 5 weeks then its our end of years. Mmn, i hope i study hard and i'm pretty satisfied with my results for this term...... ok not for english. i passed my english math and science heh heh heh but i failed chinese and poa but then again expected. No? Humanities and Art results aren't back yet.... I hope i pass though. If i do.............. i will be v v v v v v v v v v v v happy heh heh heh heh heh on the other hand. School has been alright i guess. October is coming in 3 weeks heh heh heh my birthday but then again i can't actually celebrate it SINCE exams are after my birthday. i think. oh well whatever. i should be concentrating on my studies so i don't retain right. OH YES i passed my sciences its such a miracle considering the fact that i didnt really study i just memorised the physics formulas and read abit of chem then GOODNIGHT ha ha ha ha ha i am very happy oh well. ah, time to go now heh heh heh ta~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-912852797682016427?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/912852797682016427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/912852797682016427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/912852797682016427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake me up when september ends'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-642102635708135544</id><published>2010-09-02T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:46:20.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abcdefghiiiiiiiiiiii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TH9_9zx5RpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/xJ05Hven48A/s1600/46576_114786768576702_100001361370726_86466_5670617_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TH9_9zx5RpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/xJ05Hven48A/s400/46576_114786768576702_100001361370726_86466_5670617_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512265168773006994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(qt p2s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... i went back to marymount on tuesday. All the teachers there remembered me~~&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Quek - AIYOH SO LONG ALR YOUR HAIR STILL LIKE SIAO CHAR BOH *fiddles with my hair, REPORT TO ME YOUR SOCIAL STATUSES. Hee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;Ms Loh - AIYOHHHHHHHHHHHH hao xiang shou le leh HUH WHR GOT AHAHAHAHAH ke shi mei zhang gao ah&lt;br /&gt;Ms Goh - Eh i need to go alr im in a rush hi hi hi how are youuuu how are your sisters? still in new zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH they're so nice they still remember me especially miss goh she was my p2 teacher hwahwahwa so then we headed down to town with alicia and nic lim and claire hwahwahwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was a class outing yesterday to east coast~~ he he he he he whatever it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and mcs's principal has changed SO POOR THING they dont have half days and so many guy teachers now like 5?! There was only 1 or 2 when i was p6!! OH AND I JUST REALISED I DIDNT SEE MRS LOH THE ENG HOD THE ONE THAT PULLED MY SKIRT UP CAUSE SHE SAID I WORE MY SKIRT TOO LOW ha ha ha who can forget. OH WELL gonna watch otomen ADIEU AMIGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-642102635708135544?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/642102635708135544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/abcdefghiiiiiiiiiiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/642102635708135544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/642102635708135544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/abcdefghiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title='abcdefghiiiiiiiiiiii'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TH9_9zx5RpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/xJ05Hven48A/s72-c/46576_114786768576702_100001361370726_86466_5670617_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-610303268336291788</id><published>2010-09-02T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:49:34.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TH-Ann02MvI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ErUp-ZTWs3c/s1600/tumblr_l78i9mp1mu1qzwaddo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TH-Ann02MvI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ErUp-ZTWs3c/s400/tumblr_l78i9mp1mu1qzwaddo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512265887118668530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://artpixie.tumblr.com/"&gt;artpixie&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-610303268336291788?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/610303268336291788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/via-artpixie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/610303268336291788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/610303268336291788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/09/via-artpixie.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TH-Ann02MvI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ErUp-ZTWs3c/s72-c/tumblr_l78i9mp1mu1qzwaddo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-2536281014845529750</id><published>2010-08-30T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:24:51.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D: Eh! L lost weight recently leh&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhhh... So?&lt;br /&gt;D: Your old flame eh why you dont care whenever i see J look skinnier i get concerned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH D I MISS YOU LEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmn, results this term have been good. For my standard, well yeah. OKAY well considering the fact that i only passed two subjects last term. Failed only my chinese and poa. hwahwahwahwahwa it was expected anyway so i don't really care. But...... i haven't gotten back my physics and humanities so i'm kinda scared. BUT OH WELL. I'm happy. Ok i've gotta go finish my art la la la adieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-2536281014845529750?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/2536281014845529750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/d-eh-l-lost-weight-recently-leh-me-uhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2536281014845529750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2536281014845529750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/d-eh-l-lost-weight-recently-leh-me-uhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-6531083916751251797</id><published>2010-08-29T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T12:54:56.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i couldn't remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/THnmx_Y459I/AAAAAAAAAgw/ytCaOUi2AAU/s1600/45423_431110802730_823822730_4832325_5581416_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/THnmx_Y459I/AAAAAAAAAgw/ytCaOUi2AAU/s400/45423_431110802730_823822730_4832325_5581416_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510689365568317394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pretty athlete hehehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been annoying sigh and the YOG is over SIGH all the hotties are gone but then again i will live without hotties right heh heh heh i have to stop spazzing over hotties sigh life doesnt revolve around hotties right oh well i will live and DEAR PRIS AND DEBS AND JOY I MISS YOU ALL VERY VERY MUCH T_T see you soon i hope OH and on a lighter note............... I PASSED MY MATH WOOHOOOOOOOO ok ill stop here till then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-6531083916751251797?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/6531083916751251797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-couldnt-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6531083916751251797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6531083916751251797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-couldnt-remember.html' title='i couldn&apos;t remember'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/THnmx_Y459I/AAAAAAAAAgw/ytCaOUi2AAU/s72-c/45423_431110802730_823822730_4832325_5581416_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-3659770322932167998</id><published>2010-08-29T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T01:45:02.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISAPPOINTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-3659770322932167998?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/3659770322932167998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/3659770322932167998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/3659770322932167998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-287050537712497399</id><published>2010-08-26T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T13:44:36.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 Corinthians 13:7-8&lt;br /&gt;7Love bears up under anything and everything that comes, is ever ready to believe the best of every person, its hopes are fadeless under all circumstances, and it endures everything without weakening. 8Love never fails, never fades out or becomes obsolete or comes to an end. As for prophecy (the gift of interpreting the divine will and purpose), it will be fulfilled and pass away; as for tongues, they will be destroyed and cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away, it will lose its value and be superseded by truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-287050537712497399?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/287050537712497399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/1-corinthians-137-8-7love-bears-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/287050537712497399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/287050537712497399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/1-corinthians-137-8-7love-bears-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-2562320949018361507</id><published>2010-08-26T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T13:43:57.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know those people you meet and you start liking them even though you can’t really figure out why? You’ll disagree on something important with them and you think, “This is wrong, this is wrong.” They do something bad and you think, “This is wrong, this is wrong.” Your personalities don’t actually really mesh well and you think, “This is wrong, this is wrong.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, somehow you keep liking them and you compromise and you rationalize and you excuse and you defend. For some reason, often a shallow one, you keep liking them even though if you were honest with yourself you’d admit that it’s a horrible idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those kinds of people make it so much sweeter when you find someone where all you can keep thinking is, “This is right, this is so very right.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-2562320949018361507?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/2562320949018361507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-those-people-you-meet-and-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2562320949018361507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2562320949018361507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-those-people-you-meet-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-2641399798156400970</id><published>2010-08-20T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:46:38.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>". . . There are just certain people in this world that you meet and instantly hit it off with. The chemistry blows through the roof. It's intense, like this gripping fire that just won't you let you go. You feel as though you've known them for a long time, like an old friend who managed to travel with you life time after life time. The conversations are great, perfect. The interactions are intimate, personal. You tell that person everything about yourself, every little secret. You're not shy, you're liberated. Then, on the other hand, there are other people in this world that you meet and instantly you can't stand them. Just the mention of their name and you cringe, you curse. Every move that person makes, you feel disgusted and angered. They could be eating and you could nitpick that they chew too loud, scrap their food too hastily. You become introverted, you don't speak because you feel it's a waste to share yourself with someone like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And then there are certain people you meet, where at first you believe they are one way when in fact they turn out to be more than you ever expected of them. How behind a pretty face — is a dark soul."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-2641399798156400970?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/2641399798156400970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2641399798156400970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2641399798156400970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-4852907815211160041</id><published>2010-08-20T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:04:34.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only the liar knows hes lying</title><content type='html'>I can see the hatred you harbor for me so clearly why do you still act so friendly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-4852907815211160041?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/4852907815211160041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/only-liar-knows-hes-lying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/4852907815211160041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/4852907815211160041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/only-liar-knows-hes-lying.html' title='Only the liar knows hes lying'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-8605997586250708286</id><published>2010-08-19T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T18:58:48.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt; 34567</title><content type='html'>"Somewhere along the line, things just began to change and fall apart into pieces. I don’t know how or why, all I know is that it did. I hate it more than anything, but it’s life and I’ve got to learn to accept that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-8605997586250708286?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/8605997586250708286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/34567.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8605997586250708286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8605997586250708286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/34567.html' title='&lt; 34567'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-1879392301887089780</id><published>2010-08-15T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:00:23.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEED TO BREATHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-1879392301887089780?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/1879392301887089780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-to-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1879392301887089780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1879392301887089780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-to-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-2732843278136249750</id><published>2010-08-15T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:45:19.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..-. --- .-. --. . - -- . -. --- -</title><content type='html'>My head is swarming with expectations and opinions from others. I feel as if my head is about to just explode from the pressure. I can't even hear myself think anymore. What i want to do, i cannot. What i do not want to do, i must. Everything i do feels controlled. What i've done wrong, you rebuke. What i've done right, you do not care. Time does not heal all wounds. I am tired drained and empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-2732843278136249750?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/2732843278136249750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2732843278136249750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2732843278136249750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='..-. --- .-. --. . - -- . -. --- -'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-4401206971238792834</id><published>2010-08-12T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T07:40:53.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superman</title><content type='html'>'Feelings can't be suppressed in a tightly-sealed box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, it surrounds you... overwhelms you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the snow falling from the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is just there, freely fluttering around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is receive the love with an open heart and a soul free of any hindering masks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be happy...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop reading fics. Sighhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-4401206971238792834?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/4401206971238792834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/superman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/4401206971238792834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/4401206971238792834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/superman.html' title='superman'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-7803055559927301252</id><published>2010-08-11T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:57:24.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold nostalgia chills me to my bones</title><content type='html'>'Can you please turn away whenever you smile? Because whenever I take a glimpse of your happiness, I feel a little bit jealous. Just like you, I crave to be happy. But then, that would mean that I had to be with you, for you are the equivalent of all the smiles this world has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you also please stop looking at me as if I were the only person you see, that as if I were the only entity that exists? Because whenever I meet your eyes, I feel a little bit conscious. I drown little by little in your gaze and melt like a piece of ice cube thrown into the sea. I become too mesmerized that I end up forgetting my sorrow, my guilt, and the reasons behind these clenched fists burning in fury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your voice is enormously enthralling. I begin hearing only you and become deaf to the rest of the universe. I become unresponsive to the call of revenge, to the cries of those whom I've driven into their graves. Your presence is like an irresistible temptation, like a sweet apple – one bite equals bliss, another bite equals doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can you please avoid letting even the tips of your fingers touch my skin? I burn with your warmth. You are like the bonfire lit in the middle of an icy forest. I am the frosty wind. I am afraid that my gust might extinguish your fire.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, i freaking love fics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-7803055559927301252?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/7803055559927301252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/cold-nostalgia-chills-me-to-my-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7803055559927301252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7803055559927301252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/cold-nostalgia-chills-me-to-my-bones.html' title='cold nostalgia chills me to my bones'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-8197546366419515984</id><published>2010-08-09T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:40:37.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKADA MASAKI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TGAhUNQphTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Ed-ES3FfQX8/s1600/tumblr_l6s1ieGzwO1qc9gnf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TGAhUNQphTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Ed-ES3FfQX8/s400/tumblr_l6s1ieGzwO1qc9gnf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503435375687337266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI HANDSOME &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-8197546366419515984?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/8197546366419515984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/okada-masaki.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8197546366419515984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8197546366419515984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/okada-masaki.html' title='OKADA MASAKI'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TGAhUNQphTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Ed-ES3FfQX8/s72-c/tumblr_l6s1ieGzwO1qc9gnf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-501875557977022061</id><published>2010-08-08T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:42:26.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause we're better together</title><content type='html'>National day tmoz yipee this means tmoz will be the fourth day ill have off school since i skipped school on friday heeeee lifes great and oh i rly want to go watch the diving segment of the yog huhuhu too bad i cant /: but at least i got to go for the yog opening ceremony rehearsal yesterday heh heh heh it was pretty good i liked screaming for countries wahahaha oh i caught salt today heh heh heh its rly nice i liked it alot why do people say it isnt and avatar is pretty ok why dont people like it oh well heh heh heh ok its 1142 now i should stop here byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-501875557977022061?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/501875557977022061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/cause-were-better-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/501875557977022061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/501875557977022061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/cause-were-better-together.html' title='Cause we&apos;re better together'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-8351715003852815893</id><published>2010-08-04T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:41:40.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a blog and not being able to speak your mind on it totally defeats the whole purpose of having a blog. No? Ah, school's been great i'm happy. Heh heh heh and i went to get my ic done. Gosh. I feel so old i cannot stand myself OH WELL no choice heh heh heh ok bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-8351715003852815893?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/8351715003852815893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/having-blog-and-not-being-able-to-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8351715003852815893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8351715003852815893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/having-blog-and-not-being-able-to-speak.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5039603760338692272</id><published>2010-08-02T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:24:54.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orly</title><content type='html'>It's monday and i already feel so drained and tired.... i must catch up on sleep. Rah. Oh i'm gonna make my ic soon SIGH i feel so old. OH WELL. Anyway. My phone is being annoying today it keeps hanging argh gosh it's annoying me i should send it to the service centre soon. Mmn, soon but maybe i'll just be procrastinating. Ah, we're free on friday and sat sun mon tues there's no school yipee i have time to sleep and chill and sleep more heh heh heh oh but then again this means cts are coming and boy am i screwed OH BOY and im still here blogging and reading fics instead of doing work really i just cannot understand what the heck math is talking about i do not get the formulas for sine rule and cosine rule and oh man im so screwed plus that obtuse angles blablablabla shit oh well on the other hand i may be able to pass heh and maybe ill pass my chinese cause there my tuition teacher to help me yipee on the other hand i just realised i havent dnt the homework...... gah just kill me now ok maybe not i still want to live ok sorry for this awfully long post that maybe people wont understand cause there isnt much punctuation ha ha ha oh hai pris debs joy i miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5039603760338692272?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5039603760338692272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/orly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5039603760338692272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5039603760338692272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/orly.html' title='orly'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-2248830730091268816</id><published>2010-08-01T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T16:04:54.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy first august&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-2248830730091268816?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/2248830730091268816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-first-august.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2248830730091268816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2248830730091268816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-first-august.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-7862993962884245784</id><published>2010-07-28T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T18:07:22.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny how one's impression can change so drastically after such a short period of time. I don't know, maybe that's just how i feel but then again really, how can one's impression of another change so drastically. From being good friends to someone who cannot stand the sight of the other. No, i don't understand. Someone please elaborate. Also, i cannot stand the fact that elihfbvjbioeyfureigreperqwihejsfcbjhdvbfd,vfvbjdfnbvsidgfidfhuoewygorigeqpiwhdajbcfsdnmbvdvndjsfaghfiegfgugiourytoeurpwuojckldsnvkdbx v,mxcnvx,bvbv,bvmxcbv please tell me how to understand it. And also the fact that idhjefgkjdbvndzlwjfalehfkrnbfkdnbklvszdlkhfiorhghdfbnfdklznvzklfnvzhfihogitbn it drives me crazy how diufhahvjbvkalufvoaghihaevifhdvb. Ok sorry this post isnt making much sense i'm just rambling on and on about how jfbgjkfbvohrgihfghreihrhvgbvnjknaefh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;DONT FUCKING SAY YOURE LAZY WHEN REALLY YOURE GOING OUT WITH OTHERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sureeeeeeeeeeee, i've got my flaws. the fact that i'm so whiney and noisy the fact that im short and fat the fact that im so annoying the fact that i talk to much etc. But then again, life goes on. I really just.... can't be bothered anymore. Sigh, i'm tired. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-7862993962884245784?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/7862993962884245784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-funny-how-ones-impression-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7862993962884245784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7862993962884245784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-funny-how-ones-impression-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-4275604783838203472</id><published>2010-07-28T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:58:52.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_jHzIqCmI/AAAAAAAAAfg/V1Iu4suTe3s/s1600/tumblr_l5vtul2c341qziulwo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_jHzIqCmI/AAAAAAAAAfg/V1Iu4suTe3s/s400/tumblr_l5vtul2c341qziulwo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498863393167772258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://fuckyeahinception.tumblr.com/post/838943689/theforger-alisharlp-thearchitect"&gt;fuckyeahinception&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-4275604783838203472?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/4275604783838203472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/via-fuckyeahinception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/4275604783838203472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/4275604783838203472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/via-fuckyeahinception.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_jHzIqCmI/AAAAAAAAAfg/V1Iu4suTe3s/s72-c/tumblr_l5vtul2c341qziulwo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-6808840063102795986</id><published>2010-07-28T15:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:48:52.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-6808840063102795986?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/6808840063102795986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-know-you-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6808840063102795986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6808840063102795986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-know-you-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-6253624076680380747</id><published>2010-07-27T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:06:35.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE69sP7vBzI/AAAAAAAAAfY/3ueIidHPm0o/s1600/tumblr_l6419pssBj1qzwaddo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE69sP7vBzI/AAAAAAAAAfY/3ueIidHPm0o/s400/tumblr_l6419pssBj1qzwaddo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498540762954925874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://artpixie.tumblr.com/post/859589042"&gt;artpixie&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-6253624076680380747?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/6253624076680380747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/via-artpixie_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6253624076680380747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6253624076680380747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/via-artpixie_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE69sP7vBzI/AAAAAAAAAfY/3ueIidHPm0o/s72-c/tumblr_l6419pssBj1qzwaddo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-1671459050216773143</id><published>2010-07-27T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:03:39.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE6853YUgdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/SMiYy3LpvZQ/s1600/tumblr_l63y6nq43w1qzwaddo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE6853YUgdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/SMiYy3LpvZQ/s400/tumblr_l63y6nq43w1qzwaddo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498539897370477010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://artpixie.tumblr.com/post/858700991"&gt;artpixie&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-1671459050216773143?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/1671459050216773143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/via-artpixie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1671459050216773143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1671459050216773143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/via-artpixie.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE6853YUgdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/SMiYy3LpvZQ/s72-c/tumblr_l63y6nq43w1qzwaddo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-7719910968383328918</id><published>2010-07-27T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:53:10.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_content"&gt;                                                                         &lt;div class="post_title"&gt;Someone posted this about Inception on Livejournal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;While we were watching an inception being performed on the screen, Nolan was performing an inception on our minds. From the very beginning of the movie (once Cobb begins to explain the dangers between reality and the dream world), Nolan has planted the notion in your mind, through Leo’s character, that it was all going to end up being a dream. So by the time the end comes around, you’re like, “Well, yeah! I knew that was going to happen!” But you only “knew” because it had been put there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how Arthur says, “If I tell you not to think about elephants, what are you thinking about?” This mind fuck is much like this except it was presented to us directly. It was slipped in smoothly so, much like a parasite (as Cobb describes), that thought grew in our minds. This is why many have deemed Inception as “predictable”. In all honesty, though, I believe Nolan wanted us to think it was all a dream, thus distracting us from the fact that it was reality. His intention wasn’t to end it all as a dream. His intention was to make us THINK it all ended in a dream.”&lt;/p&gt;                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-7719910968383328918?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/7719910968383328918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/inception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7719910968383328918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/7719910968383328918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/inception.html' title='Inception'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-6817982604804448765</id><published>2010-07-27T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:46:25.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STFU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's tiring enough please stop your nagging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-6817982604804448765?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/6817982604804448765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/stfu-schools-tiring-enough-please-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6817982604804448765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6817982604804448765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/stfu-schools-tiring-enough-please-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-8960825542669512894</id><published>2010-07-26T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:06:48.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;'Sometimes i think the human heart is just simple shelf. There's only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edgeand you are left to pick up the pieces.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will never be a bed of roses. You win some, you lose some. Obviously i've lost more than i've won. But that's ok. Life goes on. Love life, Love people, Love God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-8960825542669512894?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/8960825542669512894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes-i-think-human-heart-is-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8960825542669512894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8960825542669512894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes-i-think-human-heart-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-2887369630641268791</id><published>2010-07-21T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:26:01.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amused</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH  /dies laughing. Thanks for pouring your heart to me. It..... really made my day. (by making me burst out laughing like some idiot) OH WELL. Ok la i show you this guy's picture hwahwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TEb1H2ktJpI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3GnlzO_Gp38/s1600/LUMMAMAMAMAMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TEb1H2ktJpI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3GnlzO_Gp38/s400/LUMMAMAMAMAMA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496349910509627026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA ok. School's been good. I'm happy. But then again, tired. Sigh, goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-2887369630641268791?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/2887369630641268791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/amused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2887369630641268791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2887369630641268791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/amused.html' title='Amused'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TEb1H2ktJpI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3GnlzO_Gp38/s72-c/LUMMAMAMAMAMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-1723446763026460589</id><published>2010-07-20T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:58:10.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youre the apple to my pie</title><content type='html'>it's 8:57 p.m. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-1723446763026460589?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/1723446763026460589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-apple-to-my-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1723446763026460589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1723446763026460589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-apple-to-my-pie.html' title='Youre the apple to my pie'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-2869210669332170802</id><published>2010-07-19T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T17:23:18.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as it burns through me</title><content type='html'>It's monday afternoon/evening and i'm already feeling so tired/lethargic. Urgh, i wonder how i'm gonna survive the rest of the week. 2 tests tomorrow. Math and POA. I think i rly have to study... But poa rly just confuses me. I don't know how on earth i'm gonna make it through. About 10 weeks to end years i'm pretty scared i really dont want to retain. English and two other subjects. science english and maybe math or art please!! Or maybe chinese since i'm getting back chinese tuition HARHAR. Ok time to...... save more pictures watch a movie and study!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s SHINEE'S ALBUM IS RLY GOOD ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-2869210669332170802?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/2869210669332170802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-it-burns-through-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2869210669332170802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2869210669332170802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-it-burns-through-me.html' title='as it burns through me'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-83466451155001695</id><published>2010-07-18T04:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T04:27:31.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyho</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone it's 4:24 right now i am just about to doze off but just before that i have to tell you that i changed my blogger template woooohooo ahah it's been ages right i know hwahwahwa ok sorry i spent rly long (like 15 minutes) HAHA so yeah whatever. I'm going to bed night night sleep tight ph yeah school's been fine heh heh heh and i've been reading rly good fics that evoke all my emotions making me feel sad and happy hwahwa and suddenly i have a fetish for sad movies that make me cry SORRY but i know it's knida weird hehe ok i'm rly tired and the laptop is running out of battery so byebyebyebye night~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-83466451155001695?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/83466451155001695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/heyho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/83466451155001695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/83466451155001695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/heyho.html' title='Heyho'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5044743878779699458</id><published>2010-07-17T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T15:06:20.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5044743878779699458?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5044743878779699458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5044743878779699458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5044743878779699458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/family.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-466843637011345162</id><published>2010-07-15T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T16:25:06.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i remember wanting to be the first one to wish you happy birthday</title><content type='html'>Went home alone today SIGH my life so sad but whatever i've been feeling so lethargic in class all i can think about is sleeping. I'm home and i'm sleepy. Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-466843637011345162?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/466843637011345162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-remember-wanting-to-be-first-one-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/466843637011345162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/466843637011345162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-remember-wanting-to-be-first-one-to.html' title='i remember wanting to be the first one to wish you happy birthday'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-9034536327148064831</id><published>2010-07-14T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:04:36.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taeri</title><content type='html'>Been reading a fic and i can't believe i cried over it. Sigh, it was just so.... heart wrenching. I bth. But i can't believe i really cried over the image i pictures in my head. Mmmn, imagine it was a movie of some sort. I think i'd be bawling my eyes out ahahahaha. These days i've been wanting to watch those sad movies or read some sad fics to just evoke emotions within myself and make myself cry. Ahahah i know it's nonsense but i just feel like doing it. Plus i want to know how it feels waking up with swollen eyes. Ahahaha, i guess..................... i'll try some day. WAHAHAHAHA. Ok sorry i'm just rambling on and on and on here. Btw, life's been a blast so far. Nothing.... much has happened. I'm happy ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-9034536327148064831?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/9034536327148064831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/taeri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/9034536327148064831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/9034536327148064831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/taeri.html' title='taeri'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-721894541129628019</id><published>2010-07-13T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T17:29:32.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;“Do you know what’s crazy?” She found herself uttering as her gaze became lost at the skies above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Do you realize that our whole lives; every decision we’ve made, all the roads we’ve chosen—good, bad, big and small… everything has led us to this very moment in time&lt;/em&gt;“&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/4088286718548988308-721894541129628019?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/721894541129628019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-you-know-whats-crazy-she-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/721894541129628019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/721894541129628019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-you-know-whats-crazy-she-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5805388362919265276</id><published>2010-07-13T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T17:26:25.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor</title><content type='html'>Schools&lt;br /&gt;                    been&lt;br /&gt;                                         tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5805388362919265276?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5805388362919265276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/taylor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5805388362919265276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5805388362919265276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/taylor.html' title='Taylor'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-6937299651471268726</id><published>2010-07-01T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:52:13.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>잠시만 goodbye~</title><content type='html'>It's already thursday and it's gonna be friday tomorrow. Oh goodness time really passes fast. It's gonna be a week since i've started school and i'm really tired. Schools been really draining thee's just so much to do and now that i've changed my math teacher, i have to do homework EVERY SINGLE DAY. SIGH oh well at least i'll pass right? hwahwahwa ok i'm rly tired i need to sleep now hehe NIGHT NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-6937299651471268726?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/6937299651471268726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6937299651471268726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6937299651471268726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye.html' title='잠시만 goodbye~'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-3172794355113773107</id><published>2010-06-29T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:02:56.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More than you'll ever know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-3172794355113773107?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/3172794355113773107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-than-youll-ever-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/3172794355113773107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/3172794355113773107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-than-youll-ever-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-3280078061419367360</id><published>2010-06-29T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:11:29.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idlsjhcfldvbdfsof</title><content type='html'>School has started i've been feeling really tired after school and all i can think about is going home to sleep. Sigh, plus i'm in a different class for math and chem. Which is better i guess. I hope i'll actually get to sec 4E and not retain....... SIGH. there is lit tomorrow i cannot find my book i think its in the locker but maybe not i'll double check later. It's 9:08 and i'm already feeling so lethargic sigh i guess i should go sleep now. Oh yes, i met Nicole Lim and Emily and Suraiya today yeah it is a happy day hehe and freaking hell they've got like so many boyfriends before i was just like WHUUUUUUUUT. Plus their parents know about it. Seriously....? Nic Lim has had 4 and Emily has had 5 i dont even have one.... I bet if i had one and i i told my parents they'd totally kill me or smth HWAHWAHWA. ok i'm tired i am going to sleep already SIGH SO EARLY but i'm rly tired time to sleep hehe byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-3280078061419367360?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/3280078061419367360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/idlsjhcfldvbdfsof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/3280078061419367360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/3280078061419367360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/idlsjhcfldvbdfsof.html' title='idlsjhcfldvbdfsof'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-869843142078754440</id><published>2010-06-26T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:34:06.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been reading fic after fic after fic SIGH IF ONLY ..........................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-869843142078754440?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/869843142078754440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/been-reading-fic-after-fic-after-fic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/869843142078754440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/869843142078754440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/been-reading-fic-after-fic-after-fic.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-4595580325993312196</id><published>2010-06-26T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T14:32:02.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmn, saw b2st yesterday heeee heeee heeee yoseob and doojoon and kikwang HEHE anw the holidays have been great even though i've been lazing around everyday and not doing anything productive. Been reading fics everyday heh i guess im back to reading. I need a new school bag my parents never got around to bringing me out to buy one so i'll use the old dirty one. Whatever. The weather is so hot now but im at home under the fan and my room is so cooling so whatever wahaha anyway im just rambling on and on about whatever comes to my mind heh oh i just remembered there was POA on friday oops i didnt go i forgot and tomorrow is the last day of holidays im quite sad cause then now my parents are gonna nag at me non stop to start studying and not flunk my exams and at least get to sec4 right. Anyway i hope i start studying this term and i dont want to retain or drop to normal. Uhmmmmmmmmmm, and i need to go to a jc i guess heh i dont want to go to a poly but im scared ill do damn badly for my a levels sigh anyway ill be 20 in 5 years and oh my gosh thats frikkin fast then i'll be working and bla bla bla heh ok sorry for rambling im going back to reading byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-4595580325993312196?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/4595580325993312196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/mmn-saw-b2st-yesterday-heeee-heeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/4595580325993312196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/4595580325993312196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/mmn-saw-b2st-yesterday-heeee-heeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-1536500379048136576</id><published>2010-06-24T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:12:07.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though all else falls away, still i'll praise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-1536500379048136576?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/1536500379048136576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/though-all-else-falls-away-still-ill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1536500379048136576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1536500379048136576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/though-all-else-falls-away-still-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-6401596242273493184</id><published>2010-06-22T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T21:23:24.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to actually feel comfortable without the foreigners. The time spent with all of them no doubt, is fun. But not seeing them for such a long time lets me get closer with the other Singaporeans i know and actually spend time with them. The holidays are coming to an end and undoubtedly i am feeling pretty sad but i'd rather have a few days of holiday rather than nothing right? Life's been good really, watching shows that are not actually korean but rather english. Also, been meeting pris so many times a week i'm starting to get used to seeing her much hehe. But then again she told me she's gonna turn off her phone on weekdays and only turn it on on weekends and start studying so i'm pretty sad. But there's jamie (!!!!!!!!!) My very very very close 好朋友！hehe i think we should study hard tgt and not retain HEHE LETS GO JAMIE. Oh and i'm pretty much happy lazing around at home using the laptop and reading fics online which are really good. Ah, going back to reading. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-6401596242273493184?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/6401596242273493184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6401596242273493184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6401596242273493184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/huh.html' title='huh'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-8101293295648977038</id><published>2010-06-18T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T00:13:28.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LLLLLLLLLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;싫어요!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting in a week and three days. Sigh, sian. Means back to studying. Back to stress. Back to annoying teachers. Back to annoying people that hate my guts. Maybe i should move to New Zealand to join my sister? But then again, i'll miss mum and dad too much. And mum will never allow it. Sigh, but school there seems fun and i bet there are handsome guys there HAHA. I think i miss life there it was fun. And windy. And who can forget Andrea and Angela and Taylor and Matt(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Omg i srsly can't believe i still remember them. I think Taylor is frikkin handsome now and he has a girlfriend. SIGH. Plus if i go there i'll influence my cousins with singlish and we're all be speaking singlish together. But.... Theres going to be tyrone and kingston~ Ah, and csi is really exciting im going back to csi BYEBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-8101293295648977038?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/8101293295648977038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/llllllllll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8101293295648977038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/8101293295648977038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/llllllllll.html' title='LLLLLLLLLL'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5007058220481178810</id><published>2010-06-16T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:30:05.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLCLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5007058220481178810?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5007058220481178810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/lclclclclclclclclclclclclclclclclclclcl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5007058220481178810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5007058220481178810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/lclclclclclclclclclclclclclclclclclclcl.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5734096047024237026</id><published>2010-06-16T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:26:27.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5734096047024237026?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5734096047024237026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5734096047024237026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5734096047024237026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-1871795117218256622</id><published>2010-06-15T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T02:11:16.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where your treasure lies, lies your heart</title><content type='html'>Rush to wait, wait to rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ankle level.&lt;br /&gt;Not waist level.&lt;br /&gt;Not shoulder level.&lt;br /&gt;Submerged, swimming in the river of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revival night was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When all else fades,&lt;br /&gt;You remain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-1871795117218256622?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/1871795117218256622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1871795117218256622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/1871795117218256622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='Where your treasure lies, lies your heart'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-193927721943802823</id><published>2010-06-12T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:02:22.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>victory victory victory korea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TBOvZrlat2I/AAAAAAAAAec/LtHh0JczxN8/s1600/n632818445_147954_8378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TBOvZrlat2I/AAAAAAAAAec/LtHh0JczxN8/s400/n632818445_147954_8378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481918027171280738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HEY ITS BEEN 3 YEARS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi so i haven't been blogging properly in ages. Anyway whatever cause nothing much has been happening in my life recently so i guess there isn't a need to blog about my daily life because nothing much is happening. Uhmmmmmm. So i've been hooked on glee for the past few days and i've been chionging the episodes like crazy. And i'm at episode 15 when i started on thursday, ah not bad. And suddenly i've been interested with soccer i mean good god why is this happening sigh and now that i dont have cable this is horrible cause i really want to watch it but unfortunately i can't because stupid channel 5 only screens 4 games and they screened 1 game yesterday so there are 3 more an i bet its gonna be the semi finals and the finals. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i met priscilla at serene centre to return dvds. After that we went to marble slab for ice cream (SUPER SHIOK OMG), then we went to macs and sat outside contemplating whether or not we wanted to stand at the back because we weren't any girls there and finally after 15 minutes of me asking (more like begging) her to go, we went and stood there for the whole game. Ah, macs atmosphere to watch football games is amazing everyone was like WHOAAAA (in a damn low tone cause they were probably all guys) Ah, it was great. Then we went home and now i really wanna watch the game between Nigera and Argentina but URGH i don't have cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, and yesterday i met Kes and we went to stuff ourselves with food at seoul gardens which in turn made us super full and causing myself to feel like puking (ok not the bulimic kind but the damn full i cannot take it all the food is going back up kind of puking feeling)... Ah, holidays have been really boring /: BUT THERES GONNA BE B2ST AND UKISS. Im happy. And i'm going out on monday and wednesday im happy. Alright i think this is long enough. No? Whatever i'm going to stop now bye ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-193927721943802823?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/193927721943802823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/victory-victory-victory-korea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/193927721943802823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/193927721943802823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/victory-victory-victory-korea.html' title='victory victory victory korea'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TBOvZrlat2I/AAAAAAAAAec/LtHh0JczxN8/s72-c/n632818445_147954_8378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-6962501450496046974</id><published>2010-06-12T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T00:51:59.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>I really miss yr. HAHAHAHAHAH OK SORRY. Im supposed to be missing Dece and Mark and Linh and Rowenny and Chynthia and Vivian right. But ah, i rlly rlly rlly miss yr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-6962501450496046974?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/6962501450496046974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6962501450496046974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/6962501450496046974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-2784621564208696142</id><published>2010-06-09T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:33:51.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harpie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUJU WAS FREAKING AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly don't have any biases but i miss Kangin lots. Okay maybe Heenim and Kangin are my biases. Ah, seeing Heenim working so hard on YS and FO2 and the group activities. I don't get why people bash him /: i love you forever heenim &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-2784621564208696142?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/2784621564208696142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/harpie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2784621564208696142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/2784621564208696142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/harpie.html' title='harpie'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-5990391452200816394</id><published>2010-06-03T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:23:27.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt; 34567</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TAc6R1YpubI/AAAAAAAAAeU/H5AwpBOpspA/s1600/tumblr_kytmlpvJ1A1qzcapto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TAc6R1YpubI/AAAAAAAAAeU/H5AwpBOpspA/s400/tumblr_kytmlpvJ1A1qzcapto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478411549782161842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha im gonna make it one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i can't possibly live without my parents. Even though they nag and scold and nag and scold and i get angry, the majority of the time we spend together is really laughing and joking and talking. My dad spoke to me about having a boyfriend and being a good friend the other day. I'm happy that my dad tells me this kind of stuff so i don't have bad relationships with my friends and worse still, a horrible boyfriend in the future. Plus telling the whole family jokes that crack us up. And my mum is the best. Calling me on the phone and speaking nonsense. And when i call her without a reason, she'll say, miss me ah? CANNOT BE. Ah, i think i don't want to be a foreigner. I won't have my parents to talk to and have fun with. I bet i'll be crying on the phone whenever i talk to them wahahaha. I guess i'll miss them and their nonsensical antics too much. Plus who will bring me out for lunch and dinner when i'm hungry. Who will take care of me when i'm sick. Wahhahaha my parents are the best i love them very very very much :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-5990391452200816394?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/5990391452200816394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/34567.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5990391452200816394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/5990391452200816394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/34567.html' title='&lt; 34567'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TAc6R1YpubI/AAAAAAAAAeU/H5AwpBOpspA/s72-c/tumblr_kytmlpvJ1A1qzcapto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-723752034090625072</id><published>2010-06-02T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:40:42.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahahahahahahaha</title><content type='html'>Ah, I'm really really bored now. I'm at ion waiting for Lynette so...... I guess because I have nothing better to do, I'm gonna blog. Ah, I've noticed how Kpop has been so frikkin popular these days. I don't even know why please. Its quite weird. But then again, suju is coming. Ukiss is coming. B2st is coming. Pretty much very very very very excited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, dece and chynthia have left leaving me with Linh Rowenny Mark and Vivian. Rahhhhh lonely. But then again at least I've got my csi and I've been watching it like crazy. Heh, I've finished two discs alr. What if I finish watching them all before they leave ah. Won't that be damn annoying. Ah, going to marks place w Vivian tmoz. Heh, they're all leaving alr!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, I'll blog more when I get home. Its easierrrrr ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-723752034090625072?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/723752034090625072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/wahahahahahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/723752034090625072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/723752034090625072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/06/wahahahahahahaha.html' title='wahahahahahahaha'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-4340962880253484993</id><published>2010-05-29T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T18:36:06.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i"m not afraid cause i'm with You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TADuC5o0zNI/AAAAAAAAAeM/MtrpUeiA6eM/s1600/tumblr_kxgcljGoAl1qztsrto1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TADuC5o0zNI/AAAAAAAAAeM/MtrpUeiA6eM/s400/tumblr_kxgcljGoAl1qztsrto1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476638880481725650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, its the holidays. Which means there won't be school for 4 weeks but we have to go back for cca and remedials. Which makes it seem less like a holiday but rather an extended weekend since we have to go back on tuesday and wednesday. Following that, there's cca. Ah, i don't actually intend on going but, i have to. Sigh. Otherwise preetha is gonna call my momma and then here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a lighter and much happier note, preetha told my parent's that i improved in many aspects so yes, thanq very much for all the praises. Sudeenly she didn't seem to be as bad as she usually is but still, there's still that tiny bit of hatred for her heh heh heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i watched dear john. Heh, I cried when the dad was in the hospital and was dying though. But not when they broke up and all. Heh, i don't know. I think i have a soft spot for dads dying and like when the kids are mean to their parents. Heh, i don't know. Even though i complain like crazy about them i still love them. Heh, it's...... I don't know. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i feel like moving to tumblr or livejournal or some other blogging site. But ah, i don't know. And i haven't seen the 2 village idiots in like a week? It's been a very long time if you count the fact that we practically see each other every day or every other day. Ah, and all the 好朋友s are leaving and leaving me behind in Singapore. Boooooooooooo. Ah, whatever. It's alright i'll find other people to go out and hang out with ^^ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, it's been a really long and wordy post.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, till next time.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-4340962880253484993?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/4340962880253484993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-afraid-cause-im-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/4340962880253484993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/4340962880253484993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-afraid-cause-im-with-you.html' title='i&quot;m not afraid cause i&apos;m with You'/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TADuC5o0zNI/AAAAAAAAAeM/MtrpUeiA6eM/s72-c/tumblr_kxgcljGoAl1qztsrto1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-844030020207411133</id><published>2010-05-26T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:56:29.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/S_0MVRyHZNI/AAAAAAAAAeE/3CAIKJoG54c/s1600/tumblr_l2pmg6RjGP1qzwaddo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/S_0MVRyHZNI/AAAAAAAAAeE/3CAIKJoG54c/s400/tumblr_l2pmg6RjGP1qzwaddo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475546281642779858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didnt do your best. Try harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088286718548988308-844030020207411133?l=supernicolez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/feeds/844030020207411133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-didnt-do-your-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/844030020207411133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088286718548988308/posts/default/844030020207411133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supernicolez.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-didnt-do-your-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004010739237337413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/TE_ycRP8ygI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bk0IUU-KH8M/S220/5771_1207405339818_1069213207_677989_5139567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNK23RF2f-0/S_0MVRyHZNI/AAAAAAAAAeE/3CAIKJoG54c/s72-c/tumblr_l2pmg6RjGP1qzwaddo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088286718548988308.post-8620221183438564767</id><published>2010-05-25T03:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T03:40:56.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..-. --- .-. --. . - -- . -. --- -</title><content type='html'>It's 3:35am and i'm wide awake. Urgh, i really really really hate the feeling of being sick. Slept at like what, 8? and i woke up at 2 cause my sister was using the computer really noisily. Ah, and then i'm feeling hungry now. Probably cause i didn't take dinner. And i can't go back to sleep. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chynthia came over in the afternoon yesterday. Heh we went to eat ice cream and i came home feeling like i could faint any moment. Urgh and i'm really famished now. And i want to eat my dad's maggi meeeeeeeee. But i can't possibly wake him up to ask him to cook for me right. ): Boo, i dont know what to post about anymore. 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