<?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-34278498</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:32:04.715-07:00</updated><category term='Chinese New Year ((='/><category term='11th Month Anniversary'/><title type='text'>LoVe WitH aLL yoUr hEaRt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4017506114905063868</id><published>2008-03-20T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T07:31:32.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R-Jzy6CijRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/aQcKscjjbvo/s1600-h/s320x240.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179829839840054546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R-Jzy6CijRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/aQcKscjjbvo/s320/s320x240.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R-JzrqCijQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/exhG57SxD90/s1600-h/000asp80.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179829715286002946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R-JzrqCijQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/exhG57SxD90/s320/000asp80.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R-JyZaCijPI/AAAAAAAAAb8/f-5NdKhJs8c/s1600-h/s320x240.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179828302241762546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R-JyZaCijPI/AAAAAAAAAb8/f-5NdKhJs8c/s320/s320x240.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*more pictures pls visit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://rosyaffairs.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://rosyaffairs.livejournal.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*prices are negotiable*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/34278498-4017506114905063868?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4017506114905063868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4017506114905063868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4017506114905063868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4017506114905063868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-pictures-pls-visit-httprosyaffairs.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R-Jzy6CijRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/aQcKscjjbvo/s72-c/s320x240.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4190096117070689771</id><published>2008-02-19T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T08:11:23.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rosyaffairs.livejournal.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;time for a change(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-4190096117070689771?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4190096117070689771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4190096117070689771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4190096117070689771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4190096117070689771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/02/rosyaffairs.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4002642790809875589</id><published>2008-02-17T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T06:39:04.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R7hFsjEHJwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ecxe1waiBv8/s1600-h/1_752326148l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167957204036691714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R7hFsjEHJwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ecxe1waiBv8/s320/1_752326148l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cant believe i went &lt;strong&gt;PLAY&lt;/strong&gt; 2days in a row. that place, is getting, &lt;em&gt;real bored&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;friday was the celebration of Randy's 16th. and sat was supposedly to be movie-ing in town. ended up, PLAY again. many thanks to randy and robin. im really sick of PLAY. Randy, the crap, got himself drunk and started with his nonsense of playing with the ice. and we left, real early. Checked out &lt;strong&gt;TANTRIC&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;TABOO.&lt;/strong&gt; Tantric is like a totally not a place for us. And that underage kid manage to get into Taboo. it's still, a much better place than PLAY indeed. needa try something fresh please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i so wanna check out &lt;strong&gt;Timbre!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i think, im going &lt;strong&gt;INSANE &lt;/strong&gt;soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's been more than a week since i last seen or heard your voice. i wonder how's tekong for you now.definately a tough time. your army life is killing me.i miss you so. 5more days to go. i swear i'll give you a big hug when i see you this coming weekend. i miss you, love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/34278498-4002642790809875589?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4002642790809875589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4002642790809875589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4002642790809875589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4002642790809875589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/02/cant-believe-i-went-play-2days-in-row.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R7hFsjEHJwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ecxe1waiBv8/s72-c/1_752326148l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-2888534179462670469</id><published>2008-02-13T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:24:19.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today was the worst day since 2008 started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;firstly, late for lesson. and then asked to leave the class. no attendance marked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i think im the worst student so far. so many problems. kana chase out of class somemore!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sylvia: "you are not bad. just that you damn sway!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;super agree la. and on top of that. i can actually spilled a glass of warm water on my shirt and the tights when im just trying to pass cher her shawl. warm water somemore. addition, a surprised phonecall from school to see head of academic for some issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and just now. some mad idiotic guy actually followed me and did fucking weird things. wave to me, followed me, smiled at me and shout at me.wth.ended up, hide in the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now, tell me how &lt;em&gt;sway &lt;/em&gt;i am. but lucky enough, im still a student in NAFA!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this year, valentine's day is so gonna be without my love. but money is rolling in. even before the business starts, orders are really backing up. im gonna be the-girl-holding-basket-selling-flowers in town. haha. sounds fun. and together with dearest &lt;em&gt;honey &lt;/em&gt;SHIRLEY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R7HG-jEHJvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uyjecgj6qJ0/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166129025437345522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R7HG-jEHJvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uyjecgj6qJ0/s320/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now, if you see us in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do not hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do not fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;come forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and buy some flowers!! =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-2888534179462670469?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2888534179462670469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=2888534179462670469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2888534179462670469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2888534179462670469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-was-worst-day-since-2008-started.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R7HG-jEHJvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uyjecgj6qJ0/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-3938315382121717491</id><published>2008-02-10T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T06:45:01.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;chinese new year is always &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad, bad, bad&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;river hangbao is way too crowded and smelly. chinese new year, as expected, boredom. where all the relatives will bombared with tons of stupid questions and those so unfamiliar faces. money keeps me going. partying on day1 and singing session on day 2. fucking gambling over at dan's place on day3 and lost all my red packets! yes,&lt;strong&gt; ALL!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's how, i spent &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;of my red packets. so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;valentine's day coming soon, in another 4days time. this year, am so a loner. love's out in field camp for 12days. there goes the valentine's celebration and fucking hell, im attached. which it seems, im doesnt. thanks to army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R68NKjEHJuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/P3rPyR9MfQs/s1600-h/080220081965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165361772479588066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R68NKjEHJuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/P3rPyR9MfQs/s320/080220081965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you honey.&lt;br /&gt;pls come back soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-3938315382121717491?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3938315382121717491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=3938315382121717491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3938315382121717491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3938315382121717491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-is-always-bad-bad-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R68NKjEHJuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/P3rPyR9MfQs/s72-c/080220081965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-6049382942925808808</id><published>2008-02-05T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T01:12:14.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cant believe i woke up as early as 7 am to attend the freaking Contract Law which starts at 9am and bus down to school, alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;attended lesson with gly and aozi. were much slacking through rather than paying attention. attendance is the critical thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dimsum-ed with skinny. home, and spring cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shopping done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;spring cleaning done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;plans made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hair done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;contact lens done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im all ready for cny. Reunion dinner tml and love is booking out in the morning!!! =DDDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fuck arthur soh, for the lesson tml from 1 to 3pm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R6goA1GIu7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/U7Pajps7aT4/s1600-h/DSCF1911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163420967498202034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R6goA1GIu7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/U7Pajps7aT4/s320/DSCF1911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R6goA1GIu7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/U7Pajps7aT4/s1600-h/DSCF1911.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im so gonna club club club, on new year's eve day1 day2 day3 and throughout!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GONG XI FA CAI!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-6049382942925808808?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6049382942925808808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=6049382942925808808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6049382942925808808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6049382942925808808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/02/cant-believe-i-woke-up-as-early-as-7-am.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R6goA1GIu7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/U7Pajps7aT4/s72-c/DSCF1911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-2176105226876220609</id><published>2008-02-04T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T07:32:56.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it doesnt seem, a singe bit, appealing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;your wealth, your flirty lifestyle, your branded bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you live your own life, and i live mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stop flashing your money around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;irritating bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i've got friends. what got you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;steamboat for the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-2176105226876220609?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2176105226876220609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=2176105226876220609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2176105226876220609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2176105226876220609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-doesnt-seem-singe-bit-appealing-at.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-1788703762541331215</id><published>2008-02-02T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:58:57.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R6PpVFGIu6I/AAAAAAAAAbU/2OhnjKMOWtQ/s1600-h/300120083449+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162226146251160482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R6PpVFGIu6I/AAAAAAAAAbU/2OhnjKMOWtQ/s320/300120083449%2Bcopy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;big 20th was a blast. many thanks to all of my loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;honey shirley, danielC and flabby with a small surprise when the clock strike 12. Dearest V and C with the pizzahut and the party stuff ouside my house early in the morning before school starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and the birthday treats at foo house in the night, was simply a blast. im blessed with fab friends, family and my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear &lt;/span&gt;with the &lt;strong&gt;GUESS wallet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RobinCC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;got me the &lt;strong&gt;black BIKINI&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ShirleyYX &lt;/span&gt;got me a pair of &lt;strong&gt;GORGEOUS heels&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DanC &lt;/span&gt;got me &lt;strong&gt;CASIO gold watch&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wins&lt;/span&gt; baked a &lt;strong&gt;lovely choco cake(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Randy&lt;/span&gt;, with the most effort with the wrapping of pressie and that &lt;strong&gt;ANNA SUI perfume.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Allester&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;strong&gt;topshop CASH card(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cher&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;strong&gt;SLEEPING grown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vivi &lt;/span&gt;with the &lt;strong&gt;RALPH LAUREN polo tee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hazel &lt;/span&gt;with the &lt;strong&gt;CONTACT LENS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sis &lt;/span&gt;with the &lt;strong&gt;50bucks red packet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parents&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;strong&gt;BRITHDAY treats.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and so sweet of dear, with a phonecall all the way from his camp. with him and his bunch of bunkmates and the birthday song(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that was a unforgettable night. many loves people(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im offically a &lt;strong&gt;fucking 20 now&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;have a fun-filled weekends(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-1788703762541331215?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1788703762541331215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=1788703762541331215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1788703762541331215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1788703762541331215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-20th-was-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R6PpVFGIu6I/AAAAAAAAAbU/2OhnjKMOWtQ/s72-c/300120083449%2Bcopy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-7929719679895291751</id><published>2008-01-28T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T07:05:30.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Birthday in another 2days time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dad and mum gonna be there(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cant imagine im turning 20, so soon. and the digit, 2 is fucking hell!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and friends! get drunk with me on the wednesday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's my fucking 20!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R53u9lGIu5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/zROXIdxKCaA/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160543489733737362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R53u9lGIu5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/zROXIdxKCaA/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;till then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-7929719679895291751?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7929719679895291751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=7929719679895291751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7929719679895291751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7929719679895291751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/01/birthday-in-another-2days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R53u9lGIu5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/zROXIdxKCaA/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-6292839101495364070</id><published>2008-01-24T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T02:54:44.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not a blasting night. but simply awesome, with the correct group of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Veron YAP, Jonathan, DanielC and Shirley. it's still, not a place for us i guess. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R5hoTlGIu0I/AAAAAAAAAak/2ziV_lrGBQ0/s1600-h/P1010383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158988058737556290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R5hoTlGIu0I/AAAAAAAAAak/2ziV_lrGBQ0/s320/P1010383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she's the hottie who shares the same surname as me! Yappies(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R5howlGIu1I/AAAAAAAAAas/NEwbe6-jqp8/s1600-h/P1010363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158988556953762642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R5howlGIu1I/AAAAAAAAAas/NEwbe6-jqp8/s320/P1010363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;best people in my life(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R5hrrlGIu3I/AAAAAAAAAa8/P83RQurzPX4/s1600-h/P1010378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158991769589300082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R5hrrlGIu3I/AAAAAAAAAa8/P83RQurzPX4/s320/P1010378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R5hrrlGIu3I/AAAAAAAAAa8/P83RQurzPX4/s1600-h/P1010378.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;laugh at Shirley's mini eyes pls. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R5hsA1GIu4I/AAAAAAAAAbE/KTSuW7FTmZU/s1600-h/P1010360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158992134661520258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R5hsA1GIu4I/AAAAAAAAAbE/KTSuW7FTmZU/s320/P1010360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HOTTIES!! (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R5hqNFGIu2I/AAAAAAAAAa0/8PKFGN8t1QI/s1600-h/P1010390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158990146091662178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R5hqNFGIu2I/AAAAAAAAAa0/8PKFGN8t1QI/s320/P1010390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okayy. dinner time! ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;have a great weekend peeps. meeting love tml!! hohoho =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/34278498-6292839101495364070?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6292839101495364070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=6292839101495364070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6292839101495364070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6292839101495364070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-blasting-night.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R5hoTlGIu0I/AAAAAAAAAak/2ziV_lrGBQ0/s72-c/P1010383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-7237243868105201720</id><published>2008-01-21T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:15:35.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Nicole Yap Pei Yee Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are influential and persuasive. You tend to have a lot of power over people.Generally, you use your powers for good. You excel at solving other people's problems.Occasionally, you do get a little selfish and persuade people to do things that are only in your interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;incredibly TRUE =DDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-7237243868105201720?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7237243868105201720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=7237243868105201720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7237243868105201720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7237243868105201720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-nicole-yap-pei-yee-means-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-7308548555570639930</id><published>2008-01-17T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:51:40.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Been bombared with tons of bad news one after another.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;turning point in my life. i hope, it's just words to frighten me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2008, aint have a good start after all. Not getting anywhere better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R47bnJa6tuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/noYeIZ-78E4/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156300088975996642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R47bnJa6tuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/noYeIZ-78E4/s320/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;many thanks hunk! tissue, cigg, temple trip and late night teh ping. much loves, hot guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R47cMJa6tvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NFBMzNRKYCc/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156300724631156466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R47cMJa6tvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NFBMzNRKYCc/s320/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R47cb5a6twI/AAAAAAAAAac/1CiTZysa4fA/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156300995214096130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R47cb5a6twI/AAAAAAAAAac/1CiTZysa4fA/s320/DSC00412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8 roses spoke a thousand words. thanks lovely shirley for that. although i only took one but still, i love you more than anything else!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;loves to hazel for the prayers and flabby for the encouraging words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look on the bright side of life. it's my birthday soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/34278498-7308548555570639930?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7308548555570639930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=7308548555570639930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7308548555570639930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7308548555570639930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/01/been-bombared-with-tons-of-bad-news-one.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R47bnJa6tuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/noYeIZ-78E4/s72-c/DSC00383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-735712740374448055</id><published>2008-01-15T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T06:21:16.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PISSED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;extremely. received a bad news&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(to me)&lt;/span&gt; that dear might not be able to book out this weekend. get caught for smoking. wtf!! i can see you like, only next weekend? alright. im going to faint now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;worst still, im requested to meet Mr Tan, head of arts mgm, tomorrow in sch for you-know-that-thingy stuff. &lt;strong&gt;i shld just die now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-735712740374448055?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/735712740374448055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=735712740374448055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/735712740374448055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/735712740374448055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/01/pissed-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-3471072505250680120</id><published>2008-01-13T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T08:02:53.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I see a change in me. &lt;strong&gt;A total working slave now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So basically, I've been working my wits off for the past week. Indeed, life is really bored without love besides me. And he stayed in for 5.5 days. Now, this is seriously driving me crazy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Work kills time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;School's starting tomorrow. Work everyday after school. Hyp is just located at Bugis Junction!! March Thailand trip is so so turning me on!! I'm gonna &lt;strong&gt;work work like a slave&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;save save like there's no tomorrow!&lt;/strong&gt; yup! that's it. I will work hard on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pamper myself couple of days back. So in love with my current look now. =DDD and hello to V and C, I'll see you all 5days a week now. This is driving me insane. haha. Shirely too, everyday!! do look forward to it (((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R4o1b5a6ttI/AAAAAAAAAaE/baf3YfeGAJw/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154991476865414866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R4o1b5a6ttI/AAAAAAAAAaE/baf3YfeGAJw/s320/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;turning 20 soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-3471072505250680120?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3471072505250680120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=3471072505250680120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3471072505250680120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3471072505250680120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-see-change-in-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R4o1b5a6ttI/AAAAAAAAAaE/baf3YfeGAJw/s72-c/DSC00381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-2618945833288329293</id><published>2008-01-02T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:00:58.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And so, it's a brand new year. In a blink of an eye, 2008 has arrived. Like so fast and steady. Alright and I've spent my new year eve squeezing with the crowd, black people and those endless ah bengs and ah lians at a park somewhere near Esp. Watching fireworks. And yes, just fireworks. Cant imagine I'll squeeze into the crowd and watch those fireworks. The sweats and the aftermath spraying of foams turned me off totally. Lucky, the train was not that packed on our way home. But afterall, it's uttely sweet to watch the whole session of the fireworks with my love =DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Time flies. I'm turning &lt;strong&gt;20&lt;/strong&gt; soon, end of this month. Hello! It's fucking fast ok. Damn, age catching up on me. The first digit, no 2 is scary &lt;em&gt;real scary&lt;/em&gt;. And it got me thinking. I'm gonna and must to, behave and think maturely. It's a new step into another phrase of my life. Selfish is out of the question. Like what v said, &lt;em&gt;which i agreed totally&lt;/em&gt;, making my love ones and people around me happy is the important thing now. Bringing happiness to others and myself, be it in the materialistic way or non-materialistic way, will somehow make my adult life better. And foremost, I should like spend money lesser on unnecessary stuff. Savings!! yes, savings!! target, at least savings of 500 per month from my own hard earned money and abit from allowance. Work more and spend less. Expenses from my own, and lesser allowance from parents. Hello, it's a fucking 20. Totally impossible to always stick out my hands and ask money from parents. Ya, i should have more passion for my work now. I should turn into a working slave now. Total madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;School starting soon. Age catching up on me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More work and spend less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bye people.&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/34278498-2618945833288329293?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2618945833288329293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=2618945833288329293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2618945833288329293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2618945833288329293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-so-its-brand-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-7779174746496940926</id><published>2007-12-31T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:05:07.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2007 is coming to an end in another several hours time. It's time to bid goodbye to the long and weary 2007. It has not been a good year for me. Facing problems in so many areas and misunderstanding from all aspects never seen to ease. Always a job-hopper, school results not satisfying, problems here and there. Somehow, I just detest 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Additional, I've become a no life girl. Clubbing nights lesser. One matures as grow and aged. I hope this do apply to me. Smoking, is still part of my life. And I'm turning 20 soon. Age is like catching up on me. It's like so scary when my age starts with the digit 2 and no longer in ones. Alright. More independent, more mature, more sociable, more hardworking, more savings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) Car liscene, here i come!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2) Savings!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3) MDIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4) Good grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5) Better job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6) Better lifestyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7) Slimmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8) Overseas trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9) A car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10) Everything goes my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May everything goes smoothly!! Loves ya all =DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-7779174746496940926?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7779174746496940926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=7779174746496940926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7779174746496940926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7779174746496940926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-is-coming-to-end-in-another.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-3906986699573988227</id><published>2007-12-28T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T20:17:42.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Christmas eve was well- spent with Dear. Much more happening as compared to last year. Shopped at Vivo with dear and his friends. Bumped into Robin, Hazel and Cheryn. They headed to some club at tanjong pagar later at night. Wheras me, had baileys with milk over at dear's friend place. And then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT WAS CHRISTMAS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gift exchange, as usual, over at Vivi's place. Thank God! Eventually, I dint end up with Robin's present. I'm cursed in receiving his "elegant" present for like 2 years in a row. So I got Pierre's present this year. Some cream or whatever-you-called-it for the shaving thingy like i-dont-know-what-is-it. So I gave it to dear and indirectly, I got Dan's present. &lt;strong&gt;Chocolate and candy(:&lt;/strong&gt; And Dan got ended up with Robin's present. Im sure he's gonna enjoy his calendar whole year round(: Ohyes. My dearest Vivi got me a pair of Cookie Monster shoes with my name engraved at the side. So cool la!! (((= We all left in the evening. Watched "Alvin and the Chipmunks" with Robin and Hazel. That show was awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Met up with Robin, Hazel and Vivi after my work in town the next day. It was boxing day. Vivi's treat to Coffee Club and we catched up with life. Topic was revolving around army and club and upcoming birthday celebration. Yoga seems cool and it indeed catch all of Hazel's attention. She like need to lose weight seriously! Poor girl. She should head my advice and go to some intro-marriage-centre to get yourself a boyfriend or husband as you wish. Not to clubs where the guys are always &lt;em&gt;LIKE SHIT!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was then work and work. Love's booking out tml. Argh!! cant wait cant wait!! ((= Fabulous Sunday seems so happening la. Shall check it out soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2007 is coming to an end soon. and 2008 is creeping up on us so fast and steady. Looking back at my archives, some stupid resolutions I made for 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My new year resolutions will be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) Give me swee swee strike 4D $4000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2) Good lover cum girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3) Become thinner! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4) $$ fall from the sky (I'm waiting for this since Sec1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5) Quit smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6) Better job (tired of being a job-hopper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7) Perm hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8) Overseas trip with buds + BF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Apparently, none came true! Except for the part that later end of 2007, I've really learnt to be a better lover and of course thinner &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Robin's definately can tell the obvious. ha!)&lt;/span&gt; So, it's serious time for me to like get realistic resolution for 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vivi, " It's said to believe that whatever you did on the first day of 2008 will somehow determine your luck for the rest of the year. Lucky and it shall be a lucky 2008."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I pray hard. 2008 pls treat me better. For 2007 is really a tough and tearful year for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;till then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-3906986699573988227?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3906986699573988227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=3906986699573988227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3906986699573988227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3906986699573988227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve-was-well-spend-with-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-1876141753081312463</id><published>2007-12-24T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T19:38:26.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The holiday season is here, once again. And 2008 is drawing so near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Been so busy with work for the past few days and now, finally xmas is here. The season of joys and gifts exchange. Tradition is still on. Gifts exchange with the best people tml. Ha. Excited!! Somehow, it turns out to be a tradition for me to always ended up taking Robin's present too. Im so gonna request for a re-exchange if im ended up with yrs again this year!! ((= Body shop is having a bigg sale ok my dear friend!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The feelings so great to be in season mood. Have fun tonight my dearest!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R28pSJa6tsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tdlEGxR_DL8/s1600-h/Merry_Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147378290850969282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R28pSJa6tsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tdlEGxR_DL8/s320/Merry_Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im so so excited to meet the best people in my life tml!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;((((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-1876141753081312463?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1876141753081312463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=1876141753081312463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1876141753081312463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1876141753081312463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-season-is-here-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R28pSJa6tsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tdlEGxR_DL8/s72-c/Merry_Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-7833206029560391566</id><published>2007-12-16T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T06:43:47.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life's been very fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Had an early gift exchange with Love on Wed. Towned, dinner and gifts. Bought Levis for him. And im very happy with what I received. Love's being very sweet by getting me that black patent bag and CK Eternity 100ml perfume(: Ha. &lt;em&gt;Showoff.&lt;/em&gt; and we enjoyed ourself totally. loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seoul garden with Love and Family on thur. My mum's treat to Love for his enlistment was on fri. A very satisfying meal and a sleepless night. Woke up at 6am the very next day. A rather sad and unbearable moment thus the tears. Army's aint good at all. It lesser the times we meet and those phone calls. But good thing is, he's gonna book out on &lt;strong&gt;WED!!&lt;/strong&gt; ((((((= ha. public holidays and that explains why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And it was work the next few days. Sick and very very sick of current job. I wanna get new job like office hours. those 8to 5 pm. like so much better. Enough time to shop after work and home to bed. Nur's getting on my nerves too. The workplace and everything just makes me sick of travelling to work. Plus, expenditure is increasing tremendously. Lucky. I opened a savings account recently. Time for me to like really really save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and no work from monday till thur. Yes, happy!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;******************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R2U2dOmFJFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/WNmXYNdfAJw/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144578025102582866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R2U2dOmFJFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/WNmXYNdfAJw/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy 20months and 19days. Been 3days since I last seen you. I wonder how's army life? Must be pretty tough. And very terrible to shave and go bald. A phone call a day is making my life hard. Worst still, no one's there to hear my working grumbles and complains and take my nonsense. Oh, i miss you so. Good thing is, you gonna get book out on WED!! Im so looking forward to it. Seeing you bald and spending 2days with you. That's the only thing that im very looking forward to. Love, i hope this 2years of yr Commando life will pass fast. And everything will go smoothly for you. All the best for yr army life. I love you(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-7833206029560391566?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7833206029560391566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=7833206029560391566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7833206029560391566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7833206029560391566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/12/lifes-been-very-fulfilling.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R2U2dOmFJFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/WNmXYNdfAJw/s72-c/DSC00300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-1644395964372602015</id><published>2007-12-10T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:02:20.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;life has been revolving around Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;town, and town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that day it was a rather weird combo to town. With me, love, robin and allester. But it turn out to be pretty ok where we window shopped at brands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then, lotsa movies with love. we watched all the movies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;30days of night, enchanted, golden compass, hitman, mad detective, tattooist........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;headed to &lt;strong&gt;PLAY &lt;/strong&gt;on sat. Not really that good. left early. I'm sick and tired of that place.  needa new chilling place instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tattooist yesterday. Not bad, i would say. And love got freak out as usual, turned his attention away from the show to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;towned too. Love is gonna my christmas pressie ready and we will exchange it on wed. he's getting enlisted on friday. Like so fast and he will turn bald, to a new home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;perhaps, town again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i need to prepare christmas pressie for love, soon.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;have a good day peeps((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-1644395964372602015?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1644395964372602015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=1644395964372602015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1644395964372602015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1644395964372602015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-has-been-revolving-around-love.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-1736798319578382966</id><published>2007-12-04T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:53:35.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Freaking handphone bill cost me a bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fucking 3oobucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dad got so pissed off that I have to pay it all by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so broke. Christmas round the corner. And the season gift for Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No club, no drink, no late nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On super budget now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10more days. And Love gonna get enlisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need to settle hp bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas pressie for Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That gorgeous dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Makeup kit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shopping spree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hair extension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Settle debts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-1736798319578382966?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1736798319578382966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=1736798319578382966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1736798319578382966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1736798319578382966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/12/freaking-handphone-bill-cost-me-bomb.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-1141874348369737731</id><published>2007-12-02T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T07:35:53.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R1LQXO_3MuI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TnWUaCcs8gQ/s1600-R/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139399222364680930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R1LQXO_3MuI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ls9kLRIM2ZE/s320/s320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLAY &lt;/strong&gt;is always more happening than ZOUK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and the music will goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dance, do you wanna dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fashionista. no one ugly allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gimme gimme, gimme gimme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and Winston, "tired la you!" I feel like I'm 170 yesterday when standing next to him. The air lower is always fresher(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PLAY PLAY PLAY!! ((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-1141874348369737731?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1141874348369737731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=1141874348369737731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1141874348369737731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1141874348369737731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/12/play-is-always-more-happening-than-zouk.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R1LQXO_3MuI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ls9kLRIM2ZE/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-1761886241023201791</id><published>2007-12-01T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T19:13:08.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Holidays aint good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No school and I miss my bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been always &lt;strong&gt;WORK &lt;/strong&gt;and nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Been working with &lt;strong&gt;SHIRLEY YX.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now I see you everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;New outlet at Bugis is sucha bore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so so so &lt;em&gt;BROKE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Smoking seems to be a quit for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No $ = No smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need a smoke, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello smoking kakis! Come find me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love's enlisting soon. &lt;em&gt;REAL SOON&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now he's the one relaxing at home while I rotting myself at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No work from tue onwards till Love enlisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;VCD days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hellooo ZHAO JIN&lt;/strong&gt;!! Wanna go tan tan tan again? I miss your craps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stop working your wits off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Already a skinny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Will drop by Central Mall with bread and bubble tea for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Random pic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R1DQYu_3MtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0NFYbmd9ENo/s1600-R/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138836298181063378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R1DQYu_3MtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NHrIBlT_u9I/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weekends again.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy peeps.&lt;br /&gt;love ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-1761886241023201791?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1761886241023201791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=1761886241023201791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1761886241023201791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1761886241023201791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/12/holidays-aint-good-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R1DQYu_3MtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NHrIBlT_u9I/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-6807836071378504563</id><published>2007-11-25T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T07:25:04.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Home early and &lt;strong&gt;I'm bored!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Enchanted is nice(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sick. The horse is sick too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ZOUK is sucha bore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Work tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Goodnight people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R0mTBcDt6YI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Z70or-n02Ss/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136798502913698178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R0mTBcDt6YI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Z70or-n02Ss/s320/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BFF ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-6807836071378504563?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6807836071378504563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=6807836071378504563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6807836071378504563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6807836071378504563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/11/home-early-and-im-bored-enchanted-is.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R0mTBcDt6YI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Z70or-n02Ss/s72-c/DSC00244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-3249975071877396291</id><published>2007-11-22T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:21:57.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R0UrWcDt6WI/AAAAAAAAAZM/FJW-9m8XeTk/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135558614574819682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R0UrWcDt6WI/AAAAAAAAAZM/FJW-9m8XeTk/s320/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello holidays!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So school term is now over. And back to work. Been missing out those working gossip and yes, of course money is running out. And as usual, work was super bored. Especially when there's like not a single soul at Wisma Isetan. But the juicy gossip keeps me entertained!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm gonna work like slave for the marketing fees, those shopping sprees and yes. The season's gifts!! Was thinking of getting a night job with dearest Shirley at the factory. But then, till Dear enter army first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Company's D&amp;amp;D this coming monday. How cool if only I can attend. But it's only open to full-timers. Theme gonna be Retro. Super cool la. But too bad. Well, Shirley gonna do the catwalk! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Out of sudden, I'm like miss &lt;strong&gt;JORDUS BINGJIE, ROBIN C&lt;/strong&gt;C and &lt;strong&gt;SHIRLEY YX&lt;/strong&gt; so much la!!! I'm gonna see you all like real real soon ok!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R0UtRMDt6XI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gRKreQBuwAU/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135560723403762034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R0UtRMDt6XI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gRKreQBuwAU/s320/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have a great weekends peeps. Hit the club, drink and drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's TIME TO PARTY!! (((((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-3249975071877396291?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3249975071877396291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=3249975071877396291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3249975071877396291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3249975071877396291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-holidays-so-school-term-is-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/R0UrWcDt6WI/AAAAAAAAAZM/FJW-9m8XeTk/s72-c/DSC00197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-840053533661099463</id><published>2007-11-14T02:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T02:42:56.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fcuk Marketing &lt;em&gt;big time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bye to $428.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-840053533661099463?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/840053533661099463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=840053533661099463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/840053533661099463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/840053533661099463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/11/fcuk-marketing-big-time.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-494845893974771338</id><published>2007-11-12T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:47:48.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Exam week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-494845893974771338?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/494845893974771338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=494845893974771338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/494845893974771338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/494845893974771338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/11/exam-week.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-1945318562637337268</id><published>2007-11-11T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:45:39.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm selling this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"FLORET COLLAGE".&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brand new&lt;/span&gt; with label still attached on* only black available with white embroidery. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mini black dress. Perfect for weekends. Goes well with white belt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Measurements: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bust line 49cm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Length 80cm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fits topshop size 6-12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mail me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:peiyee_90@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;peiyee_90@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; for more details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RzcbjG4NjnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ZiJdWodzlDg/s1600-h/floralcollage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131600590367723122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RzcbjG4NjnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ZiJdWodzlDg/s320/floralcollage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rzcba24NjmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mKOWjeQD3qQ/s1600-h/floralcollage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131600448633802338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rzcba24NjmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mKOWjeQD3qQ/s320/floralcollage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RzcbqG4NjoI/AAAAAAAAAY8/COlIoKco7Rk/s1600-h/floralcollage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131600710626807426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RzcbqG4NjoI/AAAAAAAAAY8/COlIoKco7Rk/s320/floralcollage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rzcb2m4NjpI/AAAAAAAAAZE/cDmzpjVhFxE/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131600925375172242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rzcb2m4NjpI/AAAAAAAAAZE/cDmzpjVhFxE/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/34278498-1945318562637337268?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1945318562637337268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=1945318562637337268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1945318562637337268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1945318562637337268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-selling-this-floret-collage.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RzcbjG4NjnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ZiJdWodzlDg/s72-c/floralcollage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-7441706363582366144</id><published>2007-11-03T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T05:02:53.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt; So where are all of you heading tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's a off day for both Love and me today. He's hitting the club with his friends and I'm late-night stoning with my friends. Movie on friday and movie again tomorrow. Been seeing each other almost everyday. And now, a day rest. Some personal space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And great news is. Dad gonna sponsor my Bangkok trip with Viviene. My very first time travelling with her. And just her. In Dec or Jan. Tickets gonna pay on Monday. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dearest Viviene Lee Jia Ling, can you pls like faster get back to me with the good news from yr dad can!! I so wanna travel with you la!! OMG!! Oh no no baby, tell me you can go pls! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Photoshop presentation due on Tuesday. A personal website about MYSELF with 3 slides and I've not even touch on it. God bless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Holidays soon plssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-7441706363582366144?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7441706363582366144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=7441706363582366144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7441706363582366144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7441706363582366144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/11/saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4459237275605179824</id><published>2007-10-28T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T09:33:19.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH. Despite my poor attendance in school. Always skipping lessons now and then. And when I said bad attendance, it really means very bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But then, I din't get debar for any modules and &lt;strong&gt;ABLE TO SIT FOR ALL MODULES!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;*jumping around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(: (: (: (: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-4459237275605179824?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4459237275605179824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4459237275605179824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4459237275605179824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4459237275605179824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/hahahahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-8252532634653866358</id><published>2007-10-28T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T08:55:31.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With the small little fortune I have, I treated love to this buffet rest named&lt;strong&gt; Pariss&lt;/strong&gt; something want over at Marina Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The food there is like much better that those at Oriental Hotel. More varities too. They have Abalone, Chilli Crab, Fondue, Lobster and Chickens over there ok. =D And so, I had Buffet &lt;strong&gt;twice&lt;/strong&gt; in a week. Good luck, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And Love had plenty of Oyster and Sashimi that he woke up today with a bad stomachache. Same goes to me. Visited the loo countless times. Get well soon la!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RySr6KzKegI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Vn6jVse9Ryw/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126411291674180098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RySr6KzKegI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Vn6jVse9Ryw/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RyStr6zKeiI/AAAAAAAAAYk/yBoWVvnLYGM/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126413245884299810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RyStr6zKeiI/AAAAAAAAAYk/yBoWVvnLYGM/s320/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RyStdazKehI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-sDYgplBdQ4/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126412996776196626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RyStdazKehI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-sDYgplBdQ4/s320/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And off to &lt;strong&gt;PLAY&lt;/strong&gt; afterwards. &lt;strong&gt;Happy Halloween!!&lt;/strong&gt; But too bad, am not dressed up. And Vivi's off partying at Zouk. She told me lotsa hilarious stuff took place over there. Like shit, and I'm not part of the fun! I swear, next year we will all Dress Up for the Halloween ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Plus plus plus!! I'm gonna register for my exams in like 10mins time. Oh gosh. &lt;strong&gt;No debarment&lt;/strong&gt; pls. My weak heart cant take this. Good luck, girls!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stomach aching up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;time for the loo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;good night people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-8252532634653866358?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8252532634653866358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=8252532634653866358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8252532634653866358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8252532634653866358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/with-small-little-fortune-i-have-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RySr6KzKegI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Vn6jVse9Ryw/s72-c/DSC00108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-7403469215520606425</id><published>2007-10-27T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:59:01.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-7403469215520606425?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7403469215520606425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=7403469215520606425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7403469215520606425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7403469215520606425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-life.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-2727874424974795709</id><published>2007-10-26T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:29:08.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So the buffet over at &lt;strong&gt;Oriental Hotel (Meltz Cafe)&lt;/strong&gt; ain't really that great, I think. Except for the nice ambience, lobster and the fondue. Nothing else excites me. The total bill comes up to &lt;strong&gt;$403&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Hao Tian&lt;/strong&gt; paid for everything. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some business he introduced to us. No risk, no money. But sure enough, Vivi and Cher always being the caution ones. Gonna head their advice. However, the money earned within a day sure excites me to the max. No, it's sure gonna be Legal! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Long hours of break always got us to &lt;strong&gt;Tea House @ SMU&lt;/strong&gt;. Games and Chocolate Bomb never fails to make my day! Especially when loser have to complete projs on hand, some stupid questions &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(inside joke)&lt;/span&gt; and face flat on that window!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Accounts cancelled and shopped at town. Nothing catch my eyes. That wonderful and perfect bag, am still haunting for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween&lt;/strong&gt;, this sat. A big &lt;strong&gt;NO NO&lt;/strong&gt; for me. Yes, and the plan failed. But still, enjoy your fantastic weekends ahead LOVES!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RyF5yqzKecI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vBlmfXVIqeU/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125511762313640386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RyF5yqzKecI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vBlmfXVIqeU/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RyF57qzKedI/AAAAAAAAAX8/rBv4vdtNe0A/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125511916932463058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RyF57qzKedI/AAAAAAAAAX8/rBv4vdtNe0A/s320/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RyF6G6zKeeI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4zaIXB4SNCQ/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125512110205991394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RyF6G6zKeeI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4zaIXB4SNCQ/s320/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RyF6UKzKefI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gMWLWgibLGM/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125512337839258098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RyF6UKzKefI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gMWLWgibLGM/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-2727874424974795709?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2727874424974795709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=2727874424974795709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2727874424974795709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2727874424974795709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-buffet-over-at-oriental-hotel-meltz.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RyF5yqzKecI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vBlmfXVIqeU/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4623802153490942714</id><published>2007-10-23T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:50:54.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know, there's this guy in my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Plump, Big sized China guy who is flirty rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;His name is &lt;strong&gt;Hao Tian&lt;/strong&gt; (ya. what a name. hahha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He treated us to some chinese pub few months back. And now, his crave is back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Crave of treating Me, Vivi and Cher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes. He's treating us to this buffet at &lt;strong&gt;Oriental Hotel&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow after school. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mind &lt;/span&gt;you, it cost &lt;strong&gt;$6o/pax.&lt;/strong&gt; And he's like gonna treat 3 of us there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vivi and Cher, "Not all guys must have the looks to attract girls. Money will do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's great to have him. Our best clicked China peep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-4623802153490942714?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4623802153490942714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4623802153490942714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4623802153490942714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4623802153490942714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know-theres-this-guy-in-my-class.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-3482327350038027652</id><published>2007-10-19T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:37:54.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm losing my motivation to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Exams round the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Money not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love's enlisting soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-3482327350038027652?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3482327350038027652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=3482327350038027652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3482327350038027652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3482327350038027652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-losing-my-motivation-to-blog_19.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-2811239875296191706</id><published>2007-10-18T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T06:11:58.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;School's getting stress with those endless projects and exams round the corner. And brady accounts exam falls on 1st Nov at 11am, the day straight after Halloween night. Wth man. No, I dont wanna repeat year2 and definately I will study hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last paper on 19th Nov and holidays! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And yes. Pls laugh at me loudly. Been munching non-stop. Had a fabulous dinner with family earlier on. Chilli crab. Sinful, I feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hello! Fats! Welcome!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need a jog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need a motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need to stop, eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-2811239875296191706?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2811239875296191706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=2811239875296191706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2811239875296191706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2811239875296191706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/schools-getting-stress-with-those.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-8496003708700622990</id><published>2007-10-14T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:00:30.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And yes! Once in a thousand million years, I stepped out of my house and walk to tamp mall with my that messy look and no make up. Sucha miracle, I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks daddy for getting me that Song Ericsson phone. Am loving it! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So love and me had a fun day yesterday. And he's coming over to teach me accounts soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I'm still trying hard to hunt for my that perfect brown belt!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RxGTuLNUOfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/297CWm_83s4/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121036672788871666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RxGTuLNUOfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/297CWm_83s4/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RxGT7bNUOgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4-GacdDdDUw/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121036900422138370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RxGT7bNUOgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4-GacdDdDUw/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RxGTuLNUOfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/297CWm_83s4/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RxGT7bNUOgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4-GacdDdDUw/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/34278498-8496003708700622990?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8496003708700622990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=8496003708700622990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8496003708700622990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8496003708700622990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-yes-once-in-thousand-million-years.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RxGTuLNUOfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/297CWm_83s4/s72-c/DSC00038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-2025206094339465699</id><published>2007-10-13T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:26:30.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6.45am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dad, "Open the door. Open the door."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me, only half-awake, "Wa. Come back already ah. So fast? Sian..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So Dad's finally back home safe and sound from his work at Aust for a month plus. He got me a very nice pressie, Chanel ed 5 perfume. ((= And he's gonna bring me to get a new phone later on. But shit hell, I'm having this messy look with no make-up. And I'm just too lazy to step out of house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Dad, can you just buy me the phone and bring it home? I'm going out later on and I don't wanna prepare so soon!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So Dad's back home = me becoming rich, no late nights, life's being controlled again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And still. I'm thinking of going to Zouk tonight la. Maybe maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, everyday's gonna be &lt;strong&gt;"Accompany-Daddy-Day!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-2025206094339465699?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2025206094339465699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=2025206094339465699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2025206094339465699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2025206094339465699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/6.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-6351975941049086375</id><published>2007-10-12T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:01:38.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mum's gonna sponosor my lasering of tattoo. =D but then. Wait til my dad returns from overseas first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I so wanna get &lt;strong&gt;HAIR EXTENSION&lt;/strong&gt; LA!! Me with long curly hair during festive season in dec. but then prices range from $300 and above. And my mum, being so not cool said to me, "Wear a wig la. you want what kind of hair also can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Was chatting with Jordus and he told me that hair extension over at Thai cost only 60bucks. Brady cheap la. Moreover my holidays coming soon. =D anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes. &lt;strong&gt;Fashion has a price to pay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rw8psA81NZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TtqZWfVJLB8/s1600-h/_smiles-0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120357137489671570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rw8psA81NZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TtqZWfVJLB8/s320/_smiles-0226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-6351975941049086375?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6351975941049086375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=6351975941049086375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6351975941049086375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6351975941049086375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/mums-gonna-sponosor-my-lasering-of.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rw8psA81NZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TtqZWfVJLB8/s72-c/_smiles-0226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-1358420756053776236</id><published>2007-10-11T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:34:07.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Suddenly, school seems busy and stressful for me. No longer skipping of lessons and trying hard to buck up on my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dear, "Eh. Why now you never skips school already huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Cause I wanna study hard and save all those retake fees ma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dear, "too late already la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aiyo. This thought just scares the wits out of me. I'm like gonna save min 1k for the retaking of the modules. It's enough for a trip overseas. Shit the hell!! Well, there's like no use crying over spilled milk so ya. I'm trying &lt;strong&gt;REAL HARD&lt;/strong&gt; for all my projs, hw and exams upcoming to like, at least a pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seriously, I need a tan reallly soon. My tan is like fading away already la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASK ME OUT FOR A TAN PLSS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;monday= music presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;tuesday= dreamwaver presentaion, accounts test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-1358420756053776236?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1358420756053776236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=1358420756053776236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1358420756053776236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1358420756053776236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/11/suddenly-school-seems-busy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4037798799028247099</id><published>2007-10-09T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T04:53:55.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last &lt;strong&gt;Friday,&lt;/strong&gt; we went to &lt;strong&gt;PLAY.&lt;/strong&gt; It was a rather last min thing. There was this event,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;M-project thing going on. Guys in their sexy underwear. Pretty much of a turn-on but the show was too dragging. Ended up, Me with Jordus and Dan went out to get drinks. Jordus, the forever wanna-get-drunk-boy went to like tap ash into the liquor. Oh wells. Haha. And he reallyy get high ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Both Vivi and Hazel goes, "I will never go &lt;strong&gt;PLAY&lt;/strong&gt; again ok. So near yet so far. No people on the dancefloor was like paying attention to me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwtiug81NFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2ocgDzaMVI4/s1600-h/DSC00536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119293952695284818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwtiug81NFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2ocgDzaMVI4/s320/DSC00536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shirley with no makeup. Thus this expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwti0w81NGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tuZTlJf7Mjk/s1600-h/DSC00532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119294060069467234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwti0w81NGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tuZTlJf7Mjk/s320/DSC00532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jordus.Hazel.Nicole.Vivi.Shirley.Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwti7A81NHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/SdXjT9lLm3I/s1600-h/DSC00535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119294167443649650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwti7A81NHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/SdXjT9lLm3I/s320/DSC00535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My horny bitch!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtjDQ81NII/AAAAAAAAAVU/wYKdSPn3NCw/s1600-h/DSC00537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119294309177570434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtjDQ81NII/AAAAAAAAAVU/wYKdSPn3NCw/s320/DSC00537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pretty boys =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtjKw81NJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/fXdTTpSg7k8/s1600-h/DSC00541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119294438026589330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtjKw81NJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/fXdTTpSg7k8/s320/DSC00541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mr. Nice =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;****************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Sat&lt;/strong&gt; was Hazel pre-birthday celebration at &lt;strong&gt;Zouk&lt;/strong&gt;. I fcuking swear never to go Zouk/Phuture on Sat. The music they played was like "eh, what's that?" Those kind of spinning indian songs. Bored to hell can. Had Graveyard with Jordus. Damn lousy drinker. I'm not yet drunk and you're already wasted. Supposedly, you suppose to roll out of club. And he fcuking hell smuggle one bottle of wine into the club. Haha. Yes. He hide it inside his pants! =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtlMA81NKI/AAAAAAAAAVk/00gHmMDFo2Q/s1600-h/DSC00568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119296658524681378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtlMA81NKI/AAAAAAAAAVk/00gHmMDFo2Q/s320/DSC00568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My loves. Shirley, I know yr dirty lil secret! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtlSg81NLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/o5Fy_Rpc0RE/s1600-h/DSC00570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119296770193831090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtlSg81NLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/o5Fy_Rpc0RE/s320/DSC00570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtlbA81NMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FVdTg7G7Z8E/s1600-h/DSC00580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119296916222719170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtlbA81NMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FVdTg7G7Z8E/s320/DSC00580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Poor Dan whose ankle got bitten by the drunkard Jordus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwtlkg81NNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8TXa6KTO5Pw/s1600-h/DSC00582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119297079431476434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwtlkg81NNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8TXa6KTO5Pw/s320/DSC00582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwtlxw81NOI/AAAAAAAAAWE/avnv8CXunDY/s1600-h/DSC00592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119297307064743138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwtlxw81NOI/AAAAAAAAAWE/avnv8CXunDY/s320/DSC00592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He's totally wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtmBA81NPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/JRCCUt9yOds/s1600-h/DSC00591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119297569057748210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtmBA81NPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/JRCCUt9yOds/s320/DSC00591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtmKQ81NQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/c0AD44t1nuE/s1600-h/DSC00586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119297727971538178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtmKQ81NQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/c0AD44t1nuE/s320/DSC00586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Eh. Nicole. I've dreamt of you puking at my face. And I gave you a slap. When you were about to hit my face. I woke up already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;****************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday.&lt;/strong&gt; It was Hazel's official 22nd birthday. And we had a mini celebration with her. Steamboat followed by the cake and home. This stupid girl never fails to make my day. She's simply one innocent girl, despite her age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwtn5Q81NRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3-qFFeZtQtw/s1600-h/DSC00623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119299634937017618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwtn5Q81NRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3-qFFeZtQtw/s320/DSC00623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwto_Q81NXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bSjYj_bGVuc/s1600-h/DSC00618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119300837527860594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwto_Q81NXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bSjYj_bGVuc/s320/DSC00618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And Jordus fcuking steal a walkie talkie from some steamboat rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtoAw81NSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/yH8OQrf_8Q0/s1600-h/DSC00621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119299763786036514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtoAw81NSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/yH8OQrf_8Q0/s320/DSC00621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtoNQ81NTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/MveTs1-yyPs/s1600-h/DSC00637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119299978534401330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtoNQ81NTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/MveTs1-yyPs/s320/DSC00637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtouQ81NWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/zJRB5NovtWE/s1600-h/DSC00649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119300545470084450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtouQ81NWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/zJRB5NovtWE/s320/DSC00649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtoWg81NUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/i4Hbtw16u2U/s1600-h/DSC00643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119300137448191298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtoWg81NUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/i4Hbtw16u2U/s320/DSC00643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hazel, "Jordus Jordus!! Take picture of me leh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwtokg81NVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GszbkDN4gFE/s1600-h/DSC00640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119300377966359890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwtokg81NVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GszbkDN4gFE/s320/DSC00640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtpQg81NYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/DKpnxHscSlY/s1600-h/DSC00632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119301133880604034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwtpQg81NYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/DKpnxHscSlY/s320/DSC00632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hazel took the walkie talkie and goes, "Hello Hello. I saw a thief. I dont know is a guy or a girl. We are at starbucks now. Can you pls come over and catch the person now. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL. Joke of the day. She's one lil happy birthday girl. Received a lil hug from her. =D And she really makes my day! &lt;strong&gt;Happy 22nd Hazel!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-4037798799028247099?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4037798799028247099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4037798799028247099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4037798799028247099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4037798799028247099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rwtiug81NFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2ocgDzaMVI4/s72-c/DSC00536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-6286852475493131876</id><published>2007-10-05T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T12:14:35.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Time reading : 3am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gosh. I'm still online not in bed. Usually, I'm be having my beauty sleep by now. Thanks to tml. No work, no sch, no ppl ask me out. So whole day's gonna be free. Thus, late night msn-ing. Was super excited about &lt;strong&gt;Halloween night&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(influenced by V).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So finally, come to a deal. Jordus, Daniel and Robin will be&lt;strong&gt; Merman with their super hairy chest&lt;/strong&gt;. Sucha turn on la can! Rachel said she wanna be a &lt;strong&gt;Pussycat&lt;/strong&gt;. Super sexy can. And me, &lt;strong&gt;Jungle woman&lt;/strong&gt;! So cool can. Imagine me with the hammer and leaves all over my body plus my gonna-be-trained-muscular-body. I'm gonna be the spotlight. HAHAH. And Roger, I suggest you to dress up as a &lt;strong&gt;dead Bulldog&lt;/strong&gt;. Or you can be my "Tree". LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madness!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daniel's worst. Wanna tan tml from 11 am when we're still not in bed. And him, being already sucha turnoff. Still wanna push me down the waters. This is crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Madness! Madness! Madness! I cant wait to see the Merman with chest hair!!! HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-6286852475493131876?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6286852475493131876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=6286852475493131876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6286852475493131876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6286852475493131876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-reading-3am-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4029733046749233857</id><published>2007-10-04T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T08:15:11.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dinner with closebuds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwT650vd3OI/AAAAAAAAAUs/o00a7I7C0jc/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117490947916946658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwT650vd3OI/AAAAAAAAAUs/o00a7I7C0jc/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vivi has been spicing up my life everyday with the same question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What you want to wear for Halloween night huh? Wa so excited can! I want to be Shi San Yi. You know the kongfu that lady. Wa. Halloween leh. What you all want to wear????"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*pic grabbed from xiaxue's blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwT7k0vd3PI/AAAAAAAAAU0/7ZaqNXtWyrg/s1600-h/DSC00330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117491686651321586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwT7k0vd3PI/AAAAAAAAAU0/7ZaqNXtWyrg/s320/DSC00330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Devil and Angel is sucha common thing. Nothing special. Even Chinese Ghost. Went over to the costume shop at some place near Haji Lane the previous day. The place is so goddamn happening la!! I tried on the spider costume, spanish costume, devil and some funny clothes. I &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;even tried on the clown and chinese ghost too. Seriously can't find any that I like. Nothing. Soon enough, me and Cher got&lt;/span&gt; sick of trying. Vivi, still the forever excited want. Went on trying and trying. I cant stand the Victorian dress she tried. Haha. And the tutu, she got to take a cab on her own. No one is able to like seriously sit beside her cause of the tutu can. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daniel, trying to be sexy and wanna stand out. He's gonna wear some CheongSam. HAHA. See, he wanna win the free air tickets la. haha. For me, I wanna be some sexy ghost. Perhaps. Wonder woman, Jungle girl, Spanish dancer or. Argh. I dont know. If I cant find anything I like. I'm just gonna settle down with Huang Fei Hong. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;People and friends out there. Let's be ghostly this &lt;strong&gt;31st Oct 2007. It's HALLOWEEN NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;! My god. Happening Happening Happening!! And there's free entry for ghost over at &lt;strong&gt;Zouk&lt;/strong&gt; too. Let's get a ghost party. So start thinking what to wear. And ya, save $60 for the full costume too. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And it's gonna be &lt;strong&gt;Zouk this sat&lt;/strong&gt;. Hazel's 22nd or 23rd birthday. Poor girl, age seems to be knocking on her door real fast. And she still single, like always. I'll make her lost her first kiss to a guy this sat ok. I hope I can. ((= Sounds damn bad. But anyway, have a fun-filled weekends ahead loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(((((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-4029733046749233857?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4029733046749233857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4029733046749233857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4029733046749233857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4029733046749233857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/10/school.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RwT650vd3OI/AAAAAAAAAUs/o00a7I7C0jc/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-7402911238295560400</id><published>2007-09-29T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:11:59.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLAY &lt;/strong&gt;tonight peeps? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jordus, you better come too ok!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's a Saturday night friends. &lt;strong&gt;Let's party!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-7402911238295560400?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7402911238295560400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=7402911238295560400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7402911238295560400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7402911238295560400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/09/play-tonight-peeps-d-jordus-you-better.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-7580931194603549429</id><published>2007-09-26T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T09:11:47.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay I tell you guys something. I just got home from the stupid work at Isetan Scotts. So they're going to have this Private Sales tml. Guess what. It's my first time working during this stupid sales and it screwed the hell out of me. God damnit! People everywhere squeezing around, not much diff from Wed at Phuture. So needless to say, work is ample. I'm so dead beat now okay! And I just had curry with boy at my house. &lt;strong&gt;HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt; Laugh pls, I "love" fats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's school and work tml. My gosh. I'm always losing my pretty sleep. )= Anyway, I'm loving all of my friends and the boy. Life's getting happier. I'm a happy little Nicole now. =D I hope this stays on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heart my horse!! ((((=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RvqDPEMQYtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/umoJ6TygUEw/s1600-h/240920072103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114544621679043282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RvqDPEMQYtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/umoJ6TygUEw/s320/240920072103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/34278498-7580931194603549429?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7580931194603549429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=7580931194603549429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7580931194603549429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7580931194603549429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-i-tell-you-guys-something.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RvqDPEMQYtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/umoJ6TygUEw/s72-c/240920072103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-9113020338378153341</id><published>2007-09-23T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T10:06:36.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Work was shit. Especially working with the Fat Cheryl. Nothing but threatens from her. Like what shit. Worst still, aint a safe place. Someone stole my pathetic only $10 which was left in my wallet. Leaving behind only $2 for me. That's only enough for my standard ticket to meet boy. Some brady hell people. Wait till the rest caught you red-handed. God bless. Lucky I've got a bf. Dinner and cab home settled. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Trimmed my hair earlier on at some auntie salon. As usual, auntie-cut = auntie hairstyle. Some stupid fugly hairstyle I'm having now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Chuck and Larry" was an awesome movie. 2weeks of holidays ended. Back to school tml. Somehow, I dread it. And. God bless. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rvab70MQYqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/diCDpRPFoPQ/s1600-h/220920072098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113445878850413218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rvab70MQYqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/diCDpRPFoPQ/s320/220920072098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RvacE0MQYrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YeHsOLpSHvY/s1600-h/230920072099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113446033469235890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RvacE0MQYrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YeHsOLpSHvY/s320/230920072099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-9113020338378153341?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/9113020338378153341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=9113020338378153341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/9113020338378153341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/9113020338378153341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/09/work-was-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rvab70MQYqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/diCDpRPFoPQ/s72-c/220920072098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-8894482647530137616</id><published>2007-09-20T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T09:59:19.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everything's going smoothly now. ((= Finally recovered from the stupid illness which caused me nothing but suffering for the past 5days. Good food again. Had steamboat the other day over at my cousin's house. It was a so last min thing. Initally it was a movie with my mum, little bro, bf and me. But cousin went, " aiya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come my house steamboat la!" So it's only 6 of us, and a table filled with food. Needless to say, bloatedness followed after that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Towned with bf on monday. Shopped &lt;em&gt;alot.&lt;/em&gt; And back to square one. Surviving on my pathetic $20-per-day allowance now. But we had our fun!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So work was getting bored. Especially today at Wisma. But Mar seriously got a very nice pair of heels!!!! And there's work like tml, the day after and the following day. All the way till school reopens. My weekends, again, gonna just be wasted on work!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RvFSuxvM2eI/AAAAAAAAATs/9qKwdy6SG7c/s1600-h/150920072076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111958015620995554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RvFSuxvM2eI/AAAAAAAAATs/9qKwdy6SG7c/s320/150920072076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RvFS4BvM2fI/AAAAAAAAAT0/94i7Dk0X-7s/s1600-h/150920072077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111958174534785522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RvFS4BvM2fI/AAAAAAAAAT0/94i7Dk0X-7s/s320/150920072077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RvFS-xvM2gI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jwRC11kLHSs/s1600-h/180920072082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111958290498902530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RvFS-xvM2gI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jwRC11kLHSs/s320/180920072082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RvFSuxvM2eI/AAAAAAAAATs/9qKwdy6SG7c/s1600-h/150920072076.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay. I'm having bad eye day in this pic. But who cares? Haha. Work turns me off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good night my loves. Have a fun-filled weekend. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RvFS-xvM2gI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jwRC11kLHSs/s1600-h/180920072082.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-8894482647530137616?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8894482647530137616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=8894482647530137616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8894482647530137616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8894482647530137616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/09/everythings-going-smoothly-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RvFSuxvM2eI/AAAAAAAAATs/9qKwdy6SG7c/s72-c/150920072076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-8914612227840613471</id><published>2007-09-15T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:28:08.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;20years down the road. I'll be living in a Bungalow at Scotts Road. Alone with plenty of pets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Bulldogs.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll name them Roger and Robin. They're fierce. And they'll scare off all unwanted visitors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Parrots.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll name them Viviene and Cherilyn. They'll keep me entertained whole day long. By either talking to themselves or chatting with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 White Rabbit.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll name him Daniel. As gentle as a Rabbit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Cat.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll name her Shirley. She'll meow everyday for sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Fish.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll name him Joshua. Shirley's bf. The fish in the tank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And. &lt;strong&gt;1 Horse.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll name him Ezra. I'll ride him whole day long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can picture everything in my head now. I'll then live happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHAHAHHA. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-8914612227840613471?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8914612227840613471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=8914612227840613471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8914612227840613471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8914612227840613471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/09/20years-down-road.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-6941508545085134345</id><published>2007-09-13T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:52:12.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life was busy with either work or meeting the boy. Always, late night supper for the past 1 week. And I fall sick eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Doc said, " It's food poisoning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After the MacSpicy, I woke up in the morning and vomitted 6 times till no bits of food already but green juice. Yucks. Slept the whole afternoon from yesterday till now. The boy said I deserved it for my big appetite when it comes to supper. The feeling is killing me. Can't work and missed out the pri sch gathering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Slept for more than 13hours. And I'm feeling so much better. Getting energetic but nowhere to go. Resting at home I guess. I wanna get well soon. Have to work tml. I still hate staying at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Suddenly, my fever is like coming back. And the vomit. My gosh. Good night. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-6941508545085134345?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6941508545085134345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=6941508545085134345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6941508545085134345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6941508545085134345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-was-busy-with-either-work-or.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4113342721989340175</id><published>2007-09-06T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:25:57.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shirley's 18th birthday celebration.&lt;/strong&gt; Zouk-ed with the gang. Had Whisky dry, Green Tea Baileys, Graveyard and Beer. Supposedly, Shirley should get high. Turned out, I got high in her place. Was so drunk and damn high. Seriously, graveyard just sucks big time. Not only it's bitter but it's a strong liquor too. Had one all to myself and the birthday girl gave the other one to Jordus. Ended up, I'm the one who got ko and owe them a meal. The meal still stands and you guys can redeem it when I get my pay. ((= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dearest Shirley is especially hot yesterday with her long sexy hair. I love my horny bitch!! ((((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RuAAsWIX8nI/AAAAAAAAATc/NNOOk3h1484/s1600-h/050920071965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107082739293090418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RuAAsWIX8nI/AAAAAAAAATc/NNOOk3h1484/s320/050920071965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt_-6mIX8hI/AAAAAAAAASs/j6gS7U5GS28/s1600-h/050920072054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107080785082970642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt_-6mIX8hI/AAAAAAAAASs/j6gS7U5GS28/s320/050920072054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt_-tWIX8gI/AAAAAAAAASk/BnxBlkZN32Y/s1600-h/050920071977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107080557449703938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt_-tWIX8gI/AAAAAAAAASk/BnxBlkZN32Y/s320/050920071977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt__I2IX8iI/AAAAAAAAAS0/yRMxslcE1aY/s1600-h/050920071987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107081029896106530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt__I2IX8iI/AAAAAAAAAS0/yRMxslcE1aY/s320/050920071987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt__dWIX8jI/AAAAAAAAAS8/w2BbF9AAZ7w/s1600-h/050920071981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107081382083424818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt__dWIX8jI/AAAAAAAAAS8/w2BbF9AAZ7w/s320/050920071981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt__lWIX8kI/AAAAAAAAATE/kJjwPyahNqM/s1600-h/060920071998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107081519522378306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt__lWIX8kI/AAAAAAAAATE/kJjwPyahNqM/s320/060920071998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RuDSiWIX8oI/AAAAAAAAATk/ho5RGv4webc/s1600-h/DSC00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107313464936231554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RuDSiWIX8oI/AAAAAAAAATk/ho5RGv4webc/s320/DSC00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the aftermath of club. The pic I took with dearest Rachel was like so OMFG la. Damn fugly can!! The tiredness from club can be all seen from the pic. I swear I wanna take more and nicer pics with her the next time we club. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt__rmIX8lI/AAAAAAAAATM/Vh6nT4vaYN4/s1600-h/CIMG1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107081626896560722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt__rmIX8lI/AAAAAAAAATM/Vh6nT4vaYN4/s320/CIMG1800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt__xmIX8mI/AAAAAAAAATU/pUsm0N512JY/s1600-h/060920072012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107081729975775842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt__xmIX8mI/AAAAAAAAATU/pUsm0N512JY/s320/060920072012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have a fun-filled weekends peeps. Loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rt__xmIX8mI/AAAAAAAAATU/pUsm0N512JY/s1600-h/060920072012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-4113342721989340175?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4113342721989340175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4113342721989340175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4113342721989340175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4113342721989340175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/09/shirleys-18th-birthday-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RuAAsWIX8nI/AAAAAAAAATc/NNOOk3h1484/s72-c/050920071965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-7504227018338389248</id><published>2007-09-04T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T22:48:30.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Beloved Shirley. Birthday girl soon. Mambo Jumbo tml!! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtzvnGIX8fI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZoNXHLxnMeE/s1600-h/DSC00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106219532470972914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtzvnGIX8fI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZoNXHLxnMeE/s320/DSC00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtzva2IX8eI/AAAAAAAAASU/x40mZ3RSHa8/s1600-h/030920072040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106219322017575394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtzva2IX8eI/AAAAAAAAASU/x40mZ3RSHa8/s320/030920072040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtzvWGIX8dI/AAAAAAAAASM/K1vpXz6liPQ/s1600-h/030920072038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106219240413196754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtzvWGIX8dI/AAAAAAAAASM/K1vpXz6liPQ/s320/030920072038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Random: Back with the boy. ((= Happier now!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-7504227018338389248?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7504227018338389248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=7504227018338389248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7504227018338389248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7504227018338389248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/09/beloved-shirley.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtzvnGIX8fI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZoNXHLxnMeE/s72-c/DSC00034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-5294213016506210956</id><published>2007-09-02T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T06:36:37.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IT fair was super bored. Hate the crowds there. Especially when we have to squeeze through just to find suitable printer and the crowd was like OMFG!!! Finally found my favourite HP printer selling at $98 but out of stock. So god damnit can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today was the last day of funeral. But it seems like nobody was upset over Granduncle's death. People was like "He's so old already." And there's like only 2 relatives crying over his death. For a moment, I thought it was more of a family gathering at a usual place.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtq7Z2IX8bI/AAAAAAAAAR8/SMAdyUdoD7w/s1600-h/010920072024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105599180279640498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtq7Z2IX8bI/AAAAAAAAAR8/SMAdyUdoD7w/s320/010920072024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtq7vmIX8cI/AAAAAAAAASE/_cvvVMRqMnY/s1600-h/020920072034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105599553941795266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtq7vmIX8cI/AAAAAAAAASE/_cvvVMRqMnY/s320/020920072034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cute Nephew I have. Only 3 and know how to pose for the cam by sticking out the tongue. I made him cried on the 2nd night at the funeral. He cried and vomitted. Till now, I think he still hate me for "snatching" those incense paper from him. (=&lt;/span&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/34278498-5294213016506210956?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5294213016506210956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=5294213016506210956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/5294213016506210956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/5294213016506210956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-fair-was-super-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtq7Z2IX8bI/AAAAAAAAAR8/SMAdyUdoD7w/s72-c/010920072024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-3487177209388615552</id><published>2007-09-01T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:43:42.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dearest Roger and Dan came over and look for me last night. ((= slack, smoke and chat. Topic revolve around birthday celebration of Shirley's 18th. Present not yet buy. My gosh. I'm like complaining everyday, money is not enough!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtj5bWIX8YI/AAAAAAAAARk/kXfoUCyvMOg/s1600-h/310820072015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105104425816945026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtj5bWIX8YI/AAAAAAAAARk/kXfoUCyvMOg/s320/310820072015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtj5gGIX8ZI/AAAAAAAAARs/4UHLYby6bnU/s1600-h/310820072018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105104507421323666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtj5gGIX8ZI/AAAAAAAAARs/4UHLYby6bnU/s320/310820072018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtj5pWIX8aI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jn-1Kkkz1jU/s1600-h/010920071902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105104666335113634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtj5pWIX8aI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jn-1Kkkz1jU/s320/010920071902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtj5gGIX8ZI/AAAAAAAAARs/4UHLYby6bnU/s1600-h/310820072018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bought my &lt;em&gt;fav black shawl&lt;/em&gt; couple of days ago. So in love with it that I'm like wearing it everyday!! ((= So much more like a Arts student now!! And my Accounts scored 86 ((= Happy girl. Gonna be out to IT fair later on with the boy and then funeral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Enjoy yr weekends peeps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/34278498-3487177209388615552?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3487177209388615552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=3487177209388615552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3487177209388615552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3487177209388615552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/09/dearest-roger-and-dan-came-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rtj5bWIX8YI/AAAAAAAAARk/kXfoUCyvMOg/s72-c/310820072015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-8928729673318408743</id><published>2007-08-30T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:34:43.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;School soon. 3.5hr break. Gonna be bored. And it's gonna be queneing up at Donut Factory to kill time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dearest Shirley's 18 coming soon. Fcuking broke. The gift and the drinks. God plss rain money down for me. Fri, Sat and Sun gonna be at the Funeral. My granduncle just passed away. Though in my memories, I dont remember him but I'm just gonna pay some respect. No work for the whole of this weekend. And it means I'm gonna rot to death ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Random: Been having bad hair day. Should I go for short hair or keep my length? I need opinions!! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-8928729673318408743?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8928729673318408743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=8928729673318408743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8928729673318408743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8928729673318408743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-626271804125113904</id><published>2007-08-27T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T08:22:09.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My weekends are always wasted on work. Last week was no exceptional. It's so wasted when I have to work on weekends and no shopping for me. Like shit. But when my pay come in (= I met up with Robin and Yx on sat after my work for supper. It's killing me!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLpDmIX8UI/AAAAAAAAARE/wnwvbb_Pz5A/s1600-h/240820071983-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103397575748743490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLpDmIX8UI/AAAAAAAAARE/wnwvbb_Pz5A/s320/240820071983-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLoWmIX8QI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bZmBc-CwiYo/s1600-h/250820071990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103396802654630146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLoWmIX8QI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bZmBc-CwiYo/s320/250820071990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLoo2IX8SI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IhKrDigtYSY/s1600-h/250820071989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103397116187242786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLoo2IX8SI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IhKrDigtYSY/s320/250820071989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLo02IX8TI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/SzOsI5vuoJg/s1600-h/250820071992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103397322345673010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLo02IX8TI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/SzOsI5vuoJg/s320/250820071992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;********************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;School was super bored today. Rahman and Daniel joined our class. Nothing much except that I'm having bad hair day (like always). I'm going for a hair extension soon ((= Home early and there's accounting and photoshop test tml. I'm dead meat. Din't even touch and revise any subject. Good luck ah! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLqB2IX8VI/AAAAAAAAARM/OmE4BvlKiq4/s1600-h/270820072000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103398645195600210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLqB2IX8VI/AAAAAAAAARM/OmE4BvlKiq4/s320/270820072000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLqc2IX8WI/AAAAAAAAARU/u97A53L2sKE/s1600-h/270820072002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103399109052068194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLqc2IX8WI/AAAAAAAAARU/u97A53L2sKE/s320/270820072002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And this make my day. Thanks baby ((=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLrSGIX8XI/AAAAAAAAARc/CSkB637tvNs/s1600-h/260820071997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103400023880102258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLrSGIX8XI/AAAAAAAAARc/CSkB637tvNs/s320/260820071997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-626271804125113904?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/626271804125113904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=626271804125113904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/626271804125113904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/626271804125113904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-weekends-are-always-wasted-on-work.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RtLpDmIX8UI/AAAAAAAAARE/wnwvbb_Pz5A/s72-c/240820071983-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4360890465527159540</id><published>2007-08-23T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T03:42:49.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday 22.08.07&lt;/strong&gt; Love the day at Marina Square with my girls. And the hilarious night at Foo house. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1Y32IX79I/AAAAAAAAAOM/G-GkIlROV0g/s1600-h/220820071948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101831669327327186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1Y32IX79I/AAAAAAAAAOM/G-GkIlROV0g/s320/220820071948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1bi2IX7-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/P3Ka6br_r00/s1600-h/220820071956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101834607084957666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1bi2IX7-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/P3Ka6br_r00/s320/220820071956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1bnWIX7_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/p5_cxwEngqc/s1600-h/220820071952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101834684394369010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1bnWIX7_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/p5_cxwEngqc/s320/220820071952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1bzmIX8AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/icp--tPHBY4/s1600-h/220820071949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101834894847766530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1bzmIX8AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/icp--tPHBY4/s320/220820071949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Miss you Cafe&lt;/strong&gt;. Nice ambience with great food. It's a perfect place for friends gathering. Gonna hit that place again soon. Ohya. Met up with Hazel too despite how I detest her as shown in my previous post. Well, she gave me chocolate and apologised to me. So everythings back to normal. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1cPWIX8BI/AAAAAAAAAOs/kB3sraRrzyo/s1600-h/220820071958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101835371589136402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1cPWIX8BI/AAAAAAAAAOs/kB3sraRrzyo/s320/220820071958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1cf2IX8CI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uAMA5gGqZyg/s1600-h/220820071959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101835655056977954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1cf2IX8CI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uAMA5gGqZyg/s320/220820071959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1c0GIX8DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/aUmObvBCWUA/s1600-h/220820071961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101836002949328946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1c0GIX8DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/aUmObvBCWUA/s320/220820071961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1dIGIX8EI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RCcraYBaxXk/s1600-h/220820071960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101836346546712642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1dIGIX8EI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RCcraYBaxXk/s320/220820071960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Slacked over at Daniel's workplace from 9+ till 3am. &lt;strong&gt;Foo house.&lt;/strong&gt; Drinks on the house. Had fun with the card games and those "dare" ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1dw2IX8FI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NT5kc5T2J6o/s1600-h/230820071734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101837046626381906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1dw2IX8FI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NT5kc5T2J6o/s320/230820071734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1d9mIX8GI/AAAAAAAAAPU/S79nopWVYJU/s1600-h/220820071719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101837265669714018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1d9mIX8GI/AAAAAAAAAPU/S79nopWVYJU/s320/220820071719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1enWIX8HI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GoNyjFP9RKc/s1600-h/220820071972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101837982929252466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1enWIX8HI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GoNyjFP9RKc/s320/220820071972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1evGIX8II/AAAAAAAAAPk/rpj78PoLOdY/s1600-h/230820071721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101838116073238658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1evGIX8II/AAAAAAAAAPk/rpj78PoLOdY/s320/230820071721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1fD2IX8JI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OHBhQj_mgy8/s1600-h/230820071728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101838472555524242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1fD2IX8JI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OHBhQj_mgy8/s320/230820071728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1gB2IX8MI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Hs4sNWjAfTY/s1600-h/230820071727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101839537707413698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1gB2IX8MI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Hs4sNWjAfTY/s320/230820071727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1fRGIX8KI/AAAAAAAAAP0/McoYz29YrJ4/s1600-h/230820071731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101838700188790946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1fRGIX8KI/AAAAAAAAAP0/McoYz29YrJ4/s320/230820071731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1gHWIX8NI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eVDc9P8gU2E/s1600-h/230820071735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101839632196694226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1gHWIX8NI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eVDc9P8gU2E/s320/230820071735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1gK2IX8OI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VywDDxY260c/s1600-h/230820071736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101839692326236386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1gK2IX8OI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VywDDxY260c/s320/230820071736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1fe2IX8LI/AAAAAAAAAP8/a_dSXr-LonQ/s1600-h/230820071733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101838936411992242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1fe2IX8LI/AAAAAAAAAP8/a_dSXr-LonQ/s320/230820071733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1gQmIX8PI/AAAAAAAAAQc/affB6b_jmUI/s1600-h/230820071738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101839791110484210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1gQmIX8PI/AAAAAAAAAQc/affB6b_jmUI/s320/230820071738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Loveya all my friends ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-4360890465527159540?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4360890465527159540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4360890465527159540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4360890465527159540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4360890465527159540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/wednesday-22.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rs1Y32IX79I/AAAAAAAAAOM/G-GkIlROV0g/s72-c/220820071948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-5537129182263193462</id><published>2007-08-21T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T08:47:55.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lesson was super bored and So. Let the pictures do the talking ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cher's having bad hair day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssGj2IX73I/AAAAAAAAANc/d79R7tZM_BU/s1600-h/210820071905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101178215823044466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssGj2IX73I/AAAAAAAAANc/d79R7tZM_BU/s320/210820071905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The difference. I really cannot stand this pic. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssGzmIX74I/AAAAAAAAANk/zWzshMKqGPk/s1600-h/210820071912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101178486405984130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssGzmIX74I/AAAAAAAAANk/zWzshMKqGPk/s320/210820071912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feng Yuan Yuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssHAWIX75I/AAAAAAAAANs/XcVfI958fqM/s1600-h/210820071914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101178705449316242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssHAWIX75I/AAAAAAAAANs/XcVfI958fqM/s320/210820071914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL!!! I just cant stop laughing at this pic. It's so fugly ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssHLGIX76I/AAAAAAAAAN0/nzKiTAc7clM/s1600-h/210820071916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101178890132909986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssHLGIX76I/AAAAAAAAAN0/nzKiTAc7clM/s320/210820071916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mr Flabby never fails in acting cute ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssHbWIX77I/AAAAAAAAAN8/np1uhxB2z0U/s1600-h/210820071933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101179169305784242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssHbWIX77I/AAAAAAAAAN8/np1uhxB2z0U/s320/210820071933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Following Mr Flabby ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssHbWIX77I/AAAAAAAAAN8/np1uhxB2z0U/s1600-h/210820071933.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssHmmIX78I/AAAAAAAAAOE/fX9oldiEOvs/s1600-h/210820071925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101179362579312578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssHmmIX78I/AAAAAAAAAOE/fX9oldiEOvs/s320/210820071925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have a nice day ahead ((= Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssHmmIX78I/AAAAAAAAAOE/fX9oldiEOvs/s1600-h/210820071925.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-5537129182263193462?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssGj2IX73I/AAAAAAAAANc/d79R7tZM_BU/s72-c/210820071905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4360452376453030643</id><published>2007-08-21T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T08:32:35.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Late night supper at Simpang Bedok 18/08/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssEI2IX7uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/e8_FrR7xJVQ/s1600-h/PICT1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101175552943320802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssEI2IX7uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/e8_FrR7xJVQ/s320/PICT1404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssEP2IX7vI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VXqvR1n707E/s1600-h/PICT1408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101175673202405106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssEP2IX7vI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VXqvR1n707E/s320/PICT1408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssE3GIX70I/AAAAAAAAANE/0Cms4Vc60FI/s1600-h/PICT1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101176347512270658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssE3GIX70I/AAAAAAAAANE/0Cms4Vc60FI/s320/PICT1417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssE_GIX71I/AAAAAAAAANM/xw-MtXWfKPk/s1600-h/PICT1406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101176484951224146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssE_GIX71I/AAAAAAAAANM/xw-MtXWfKPk/s320/PICT1406.jpg" 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-4360452376453030643?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4360452376453030643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4360452376453030643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4360452376453030643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4360452376453030643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/late-night-supper-at-simpang-bedok.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RssEI2IX7uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/e8_FrR7xJVQ/s72-c/PICT1404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4812014411556267867</id><published>2007-08-20T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T06:24:50.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And so, &lt;strong&gt;Ms Tissue Paper aka Hazel&lt;/strong&gt; said that she should listen to what her friend said and meet us lesser or perhaps never hang out with us again. We're bad people, as proclaim by her friend. We smoke, we drink and we club. So that makes us bad people. Robin is advised by her to mix with us lesser and set a good example for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We dont need a example. We're young and fun people. Smoke, drink and club doesnt make us bad people. Without us, perhaps Ms Tissue Paper wont know what is fun. And her life would probably be just eat, work and sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Childish, and she said. We? Making me pissed off. Look who's talking. A young adult of age 22, behaving in such a way is so wrong. I'm truly sympathise with your family background. However, the way you comment on the whole group of us really just turn me off. Bad influence? I dont think so. Everyone's drinking, clubbing and smoking. If that's the case, then you won't find anymore good guys around. For they're at home comfortably in their blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perhaps she's gonna lead her boring and healthy lifestyle from now onwards. ((= Good luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Random: Dad's flying off tml. Back in a month time. Bon voyage!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-4812014411556267867?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4812014411556267867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4812014411556267867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4812014411556267867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4812014411556267867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so-ms-tissue-paper-aka-hazel-said.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-660886821501624983</id><published>2007-08-19T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:27:24.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday.&lt;/strong&gt; Food Marathon at Geylang. Smelly tofu, Braised duck pancake, Hokkien mee and Durian. Over at the durian stall, Roger out-of-sudden got so "high" and there it goes. A durian on my dress and bag. And thanks to Hazel who tried so hard to protect her only pathetic tissue paper. All wanna save for her so called "running nose". Ya right. Damn pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cherilyn goes, "Jesus dont like people who are selfish."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Roger added, " The law is coming down!" He's just trying to say the Lord is coming down and not the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Home at 1+am and school plus work the next day. Yes I have lesson on every sat like what shit. People can party late at night and sleep throughout the whole afternoon on sat. Whereas I have to wake up damn early on every sat for the stupid lesson and then to work. There goes my weekend. Yesterday was an exceptional. School and work as usual. But met up with the gang for supper at Sampang Bedok. Great food there! Daniel's got his pay and he treated us. ((= Thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Home early and the rest off to drinks. Woke up early in the morning to realise work is cancelled. Thanks ah!! But now, at least I have a day off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Late pics grabbed from Daniel's blog. The bubble tea fight between Roger and Hazel over at hans on Wed. Hazel, bring so petty over a tissue paper (again) and pour bubble tea on Roger. It started. And Roger's voice won. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rse3VGIX7pI/AAAAAAAAALs/taluiwcDoys/s1600-h/hazel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100246676071247506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rse3VGIX7pI/AAAAAAAAALs/taluiwcDoys/s320/hazel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rse3b2IX7qI/AAAAAAAAAL0/w2h5VMIA130/s1600-h/roger+won.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100246792035364514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rse3b2IX7qI/AAAAAAAAAL0/w2h5VMIA130/s320/roger%2Bwon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rse3hmIX7rI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WksdH5x2ScE/s1600-h/aftermath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100246890819612338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rse3hmIX7rI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WksdH5x2ScE/s320/aftermath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rse3VGIX7pI/AAAAAAAAALs/taluiwcDoys/s1600-h/hazel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I always love Roger more than Hazel despite those "suan-ing" from him. Damn the tissue paper girl who texted me nonsense halfway when I'm happily enjoying my prata. Calling me childish and stuff. Look who's talking. I din't insult you as much as what Roger did and you still claimed that he's better?!!! Alright then. If you were in front of me, I would have "pour drinks" on you and then throw tons of tissue paper packs on you. Thanks ah, Ms Tissue Paper!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RskJlGIX7sI/AAAAAAAAAME/qc8MJ_uGsQg/s1600-h/Slide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100618585879342786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RskJlGIX7sI/AAAAAAAAAME/qc8MJ_uGsQg/s320/Slide1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RskJumIX7tI/AAAAAAAAAMM/IFgxsJ8TQZo/s1600-h/CIMG5189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100618749088100050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RskJumIX7tI/AAAAAAAAAMM/IFgxsJ8TQZo/s320/CIMG5189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-660886821501624983?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/660886821501624983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=660886821501624983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/660886821501624983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/660886821501624983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday_19.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rse3VGIX7pI/AAAAAAAAALs/taluiwcDoys/s72-c/hazel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-814868225077152719</id><published>2007-08-16T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T05:10:15.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funnn!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Lesson ended at 11am. And we had Sushi for lunch. A bill of a hundred. Should have cost more but yeah, thanks to me ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Met up with Roger and went for the movie, 881. It sucks big time la. The language, the storyline and those actions. So typical S'pore style. And so. Rahman, Daniel and Me got so bored. Roger catched the show twice and still enjoyed it. Should have watch Secret instead la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hazel and Robin came along for dinner at evening time. Had lotsa hilarious converstaion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Roger goes, "The tortoise calling the turtle"  and "Crow as Crown." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I couldnt stop laughing at him. And I'm still laughing now. Funniest of all, water fight took place between Hazel and Roger. All thanks to Rahman la. I love my pals. Haha! And we had movie marathon over at Vivi's hse. Ghost shows all the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daniel, Robin, Hazel and Vivi whom all have weak heart. Screamed throughout the show. Daniel, the poor boy got bullied by Hazel like always. And ya. Roger has a big butt. Daniel sure agree with me on this. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Someday soon, we're going downtown and rollar coaster. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-814868225077152719?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/814868225077152719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=814868225077152719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/814868225077152719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/814868225077152719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/yesterday-was-funnn-lesson-ended-at.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4428391677012710763</id><published>2007-08-10T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:12:19.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dinner and movie was great yesterday. But not the fireworks. Hate it when got to squeeze through the crowd so as to enjoy the best view. Was trying hard to squeeze through those blacks as we were intended to join Yong for the fireworks. But dammit! Gave up halfway and went home. Train was not packed during that time. Lucky we went home early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rush hour 3 was great. Thumbs up for the movie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Work today, tml and sunday at Isetan Scotts. Boss asked me to pls work due to the very pathetic pay I got from previous month. Happened to pop by, call me for dinner or lunch perhaps ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-4428391677012710763?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4428391677012710763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4428391677012710763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4428391677012710763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4428391677012710763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/dinner-and-movie-was-great-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-8817681841026642713</id><published>2007-08-09T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:19:27.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had a great time with dearest Ah Ang yesterday. As usual, her voice caught a lot of people's attention. But hanging out with her was fun. Hearing her telling me about her non-stop stories of her life in TP, super happening la. If only, I din't quit. And we bump into my greatest enemy of all time when I was in TP. The Donald Duck. Just some stuipd guy who gave me stupid nick. Stupid guy. I hate him. And Zhen Long too. Life seems great for them. And they're graduating soon. Well, I still got 1yr plus or more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rrp7L7ztGNI/AAAAAAAAALk/E_jfxc2_1zU/s1600-h/P1020086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096521373286471890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rrp7L7ztGNI/AAAAAAAAALk/E_jfxc2_1zU/s320/P1020086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;******************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To dearest Cher and Vivi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how sad that things can only be well expressed when written. How I really wish things not to turn sour between us. Have you girls ever wonder, life might be much better with friends surrounding when actually the "dont be bothered attitude". Concern for me, yes I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all the care and concern and the love from you girls. But dont create awarkard between us when you all actually tried to give comments or make decisions for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinions given, advices given, comments given. Decision still lies in my hand. &lt;strong&gt;I CHOOSE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advises given, cos of really care and concern. But see, I dont give much of a comments on your relationships too. It's not that I dont care or whatever. But what's the use when you all actually make decision on your own and old enough to think for self. Take a look at your stand. And take a look at my stand. People handle things in different way. And my way of handling is so much diff. So what if treatment is bad? I know what I'm doing. And if one day I regret it, I can only blame myself and no one else. I can only cry in the dark then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Remember the tags on my board. If only you girls are less mischevious perhaps I wont deserved that. Too think that I actually fucking cry for you girls on that night too. Dont know anything right? Cos I'm happy-go-lucky. And true enough, I forgot everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dont ever laugh at me or comment on me like what you girls did to others. Good friends dont laugh or give stupid comment about me behind my back. Not doing it through the phone way too. Wanna know anything, ask me straight. And not "I suspect she still contact him bla bla bla" I believe and treat both of you as true friends. So perhaps, dont create awarkard between us. I know what's going on but I choose to close an eye. Talking behind my back makes me feels sucky when actually we all know each other so so long and shared everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love you girls. And I accept the opinions. Let me choose. My life, my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a day out. Why the big fuss? ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy National Day!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-8817681841026642713?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8817681841026642713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=8817681841026642713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8817681841026642713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8817681841026642713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-had-great-time-with-dearest-ah-ang.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rrp7L7ztGNI/AAAAAAAAALk/E_jfxc2_1zU/s72-c/P1020086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-871278321952440510</id><published>2007-08-08T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:08:59.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phuture on Robin's 18th birthday 030807&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rrlv-rztGGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oCQ_p7ZDLbI/s1600-h/040820071430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096227576048588898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rrlv-rztGGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oCQ_p7ZDLbI/s320/040820071430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Best buds hanging around school campus after dim sum ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RrlwR7ztGHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vcOsvV0lwSM/s1600-h/PICT1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096227906761070706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RrlwR7ztGHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vcOsvV0lwSM/s320/PICT1190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RrlwV7ztGII/AAAAAAAAAK8/8pzw1EF58f4/s1600-h/PICT1193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096227975480547458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RrlwV7ztGII/AAAAAAAAAK8/8pzw1EF58f4/s320/PICT1193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RrlwkLztGJI/AAAAAAAAALE/bjsWSJb19k4/s1600-h/PICT1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096228220293683346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RrlwkLztGJI/AAAAAAAAALE/bjsWSJb19k4/s320/PICT1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RrlwqrztGKI/AAAAAAAAALM/VRRCv4E-hf0/s1600-h/PICT1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096228331962833058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RrlwqrztGKI/AAAAAAAAALM/VRRCv4E-hf0/s320/PICT1194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rrlw1rztGLI/AAAAAAAAALU/qPavAagrxls/s1600-h/PICT1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096228520941394098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rrlw1rztGLI/AAAAAAAAALU/qPavAagrxls/s320/PICT1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RrlwV7ztGII/AAAAAAAAAK8/8pzw1EF58f4/s1600-h/PICT1193.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hitting town soon with my dearest girl Ah Ang. Finally gonna meet her up after dont-know-how-many-donkey-years. And I'm a happy girl! I'm getting the dress i've been eyeing on for so long!! HAHA. I miss her craps and her loud laughter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;National day tml. Ezra date me out for movie and dinner ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Enjoy the weekends ahead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-871278321952440510?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/871278321952440510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=871278321952440510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/871278321952440510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/871278321952440510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rrl53bztGMI/AAAAAAAAALc/1c5-QxBfplU/s72-c/030820071415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-6647700940432461672</id><published>2007-08-05T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:20:42.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna get a new phone today! ((=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-6647700940432461672?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6647700940432461672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=6647700940432461672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6647700940432461672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6647700940432461672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-gonna-get-new-phone-today-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-2710645057194578394</id><published>2007-08-03T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:16:42.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chilli crab for dinner. Robin's birthday treat. Supp! Finally he's 18. Gonna club offically. And I'll definately bring you to &lt;strong&gt;Play&lt;/strong&gt; one day. I know, Les are your favourite ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zouk tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it's your 18th birthday. And you know me. I'll make you crawl home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RrLVjrztGCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/n6SFJ1pE_KQ/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094368937541179426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RrLVjrztGCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/n6SFJ1pE_KQ/s320/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy 18th birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-2710645057194578394?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2710645057194578394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=2710645057194578394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2710645057194578394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2710645057194578394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/08/chilli-crab-for-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RrLVjrztGCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/n6SFJ1pE_KQ/s72-c/DSC00146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4900571777750868127</id><published>2007-07-30T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T06:43:26.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Working at Isetan Scotts is so much better than working at the boutique. The whole area is filled with girls of my age and we can really click. They're nice people. Sales there are good too. So work is fine and fun for the whole of last weekend. Enemy for life is just working a level down me. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Robin's 18th birthday is approaching. And I'm broke. So broke that I can't even afford a present for him, the drinks and the dinner. I need money. And my hp bill is like oh my god! I got to really save up man. Bread with peanut better perhaps will be really great for the next few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My god. I don't know what's wrong with my mind and my heart. The mind said carry on with life. But the heart says otherwise. Sometimes, I really hope I can turn back the time. If only I can. Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What can I do to stop making myself feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What can I do to make you care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What can I do to forget everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What can I do to make you &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;love me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What can I say and do now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I'm already sunk so down into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cry in the dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;make me smile ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-4900571777750868127?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4900571777750868127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4900571777750868127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4900571777750868127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4900571777750868127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/working-at-isetan-scotts-is-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-3058727682509834927</id><published>2007-07-25T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:25:40.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drunk on first day of school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lessons were so bored and we turned into photowhoring. Finally saw my long-lost classmates. Especially those China peeps. Dramatic changes since I last saw few. Missed "Handsome" the most. Well, dont be mistaken. He's actually big in size but I gave him that nick. He's friendly and a nice guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So when lesson ended, he invited us over to a pub his friend opened at Chinatown. The place is cosy and nice decorations. So "Handsome" opened a bottle of Martell for us. And he said, "Not enough, order more!" And worst still, he bought each of us a brand new packet of ciggs when he took our 1 stick of cigg. LOL. He's brady rich la. You can't imagine what kind of job he holds. But well, he's definately a nice guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's this part when we're taking pics. So "Handsome" was putting his hand on my waist and he said, "Nicole you've got a small waist!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And Cherilyn goes, "Hmpff. You should hold mine. Mine is so much smaller lo pls!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't stop but laughing at her. She's gonna marry "Handsome" soon for his money. LOL. Saw the white shirt guy? That's "Handsome". Our best buds from China. Loves. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqbHGLztF9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/SbwK-dMltOo/s1600-h/P1020033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090975337851721682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqbHGLztF9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/SbwK-dMltOo/s320/P1020033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqbJtrztF-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/BgtXvb-QVv8/s1600-h/P1020064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090978215479810018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqbJtrztF-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/BgtXvb-QVv8/s320/P1020064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqbVZrztF_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Kn114FjB5Ho/s1600-h/P1020056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090991066021959666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqbVZrztF_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Kn114FjB5Ho/s320/P1020056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqbXILztGAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/S1o9N4L65Gc/s1600-h/P1020059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090992964397504514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqbXILztGAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/S1o9N4L65Gc/s320/P1020059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqbYIrztGBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7Ddv9WpLlH4/s1600-h/P1020065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090994072499066898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqbYIrztGBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7Ddv9WpLlH4/s320/P1020065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqbHGLztF9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/SbwK-dMltOo/s1600-h/P1020033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-3058727682509834927?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3058727682509834927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=3058727682509834927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3058727682509834927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3058727682509834927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/drunk-on-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqbHGLztF9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/SbwK-dMltOo/s72-c/P1020033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-2714793799924041694</id><published>2007-07-22T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:36:03.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fireworks at Esplanade was great yesterday. Had dinner over at some coffee shop with Roger and CCC. Burget, thus small amount of money and restaurant taste. Roger got bored and had fun with my camera. And he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Left. Yes Yes. Now right. Yes Yes. Now top view. Oh Yeah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Trying to act photographer. Fail! He's always full of nonsensical stuff. And he asked me along to join him in the not straight club at Tanjong Pagar. So &lt;strong&gt;PLAY&lt;/strong&gt; was really fun. Not a single people there is straight so forget the idea of getting hunks or babes. Go there and enjoy the fun. Everyone over there is so friendly. It's just so enjoyable. And seriously, Roger has a bunch of fab friends! ((= Something interesting took place. When I was dancing at the dancefloor. A gay approached me with a handphone. So there's this Les that wanted to know me. She's ain't butch and perfectly dressed up a babe. Fucking hot la. We had a small conversation and she took my contact. Haha. Interesting!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Roger, pls ask me along to &lt;strong&gt;PLAY&lt;/strong&gt; next time. Perhaps, I might turn out to be the regular there. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqN3ALztF8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/hyj-mLXfY3Y/s1600-h/P1010973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090042848912152514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqN3ALztF8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/hyj-mLXfY3Y/s320/P1010973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-2714793799924041694?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2714793799924041694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=2714793799924041694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2714793799924041694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2714793799924041694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/fireworks-at-esplanade-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqN3ALztF8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/hyj-mLXfY3Y/s72-c/P1010973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-2981908914383823415</id><published>2007-07-21T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T20:53:04.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cafe Del Mar 20.07.07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wanted to go for some tanning session initially but the moment we reached there, dark clouds everywhere. There's totally no sun at all. So we just sit and chill by the beach at Cafe Del Mar. So whole night, Vivi is just spending her last day with Rahman. Kinda pity that things still turn out this way. Well, he's seriously a nice guy la! But too bad. The timing is just so wrong for the both of them. Don't worry dude, still friends! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dearest Cher and me got so bored than we turned our boredom into photowhore. Surprised, Fazli came all the way from C.C.K to Sentosa and look for me. Well, he said he's got no plans too. So he's there for like less than 2hrs and we left. Was supposed to went drinking with Hao but did something stupid and ridiculous that really pissed him off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guess I'm too tired and that's explains everything. Ended up, a big light bulb the whole night. V and R was suppsoed to have some personal thing but well I'm there and I spoilt their night I guess. Dont blame me pls. How the hell will I know I'm so blur and did the most embrassing thing in my whole life. Damn! Thinking back, got my face whole red!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqF-nrztF2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/FL2gKh6Yk8o/s1600-h/P1010874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089488274144958306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqF-nrztF2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/FL2gKh6Yk8o/s320/P1010874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqF_FLztF3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/gRab4zkBBQE/s1600-h/P1010881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089488780951099250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqF_FLztF3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/gRab4zkBBQE/s320/P1010881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqF_rrztF4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/zNiF4VQQwvc/s1600-h/P1010877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089489442376062850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqF_rrztF4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/zNiF4VQQwvc/s320/P1010877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqF_FLztF3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/gRab4zkBBQE/s1600-h/P1010881.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqGAFbztF5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/8Py0H1vw2PM/s1600-h/P1010899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089489884757694354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqGAFbztF5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/8Py0H1vw2PM/s320/P1010899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqGA87ztF6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/MJnZD9R_T3k/s1600-h/P1010924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089490838240434082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqGA87ztF6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/MJnZD9R_T3k/s320/P1010924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqGBdLztF7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mPndkmCtrYQ/s1600-h/P1010913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089491392291215282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqGBdLztF7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mPndkmCtrYQ/s320/P1010913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqF_rrztF4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/zNiF4VQQwvc/s1600-h/P1010877.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The pics are taking sucha long time to upload. I'm gonna upload the rest when dearest Cher send me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-2981908914383823415?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2981908914383823415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=2981908914383823415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2981908914383823415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2981908914383823415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/cafe-del-mar-20.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RqF-nrztF2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/FL2gKh6Yk8o/s72-c/P1010874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-5077220145994638393</id><published>2007-07-19T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T04:13:11.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finally I had my tan!! Look so much healthier now ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was home at 2plus the previous night. All thanks to Roger, had to wake up damn early like 7.30am today to go for tanning session over at Tampines Swimming Complex. It started to rain heavily the moment we reached. So changed to Plan B. Had breakfast and finally tanning session at 12pm. Freaking hot! But I love my tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going for another tanning session at Sentosa tml with dearest Cher. Cafe Del Mar, we shall go. Never been there before wonder how's it like. Heard from Cher that it's pretty cosy with bed and sea view plus sun-tanning. Shiokness man! So we gonna be there for another tanning and then chilling at the same place later time with Rahman and Vivi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rp9Cwn8gssI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SNynYBZJwNg/s1600-h/mar06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088859507075887810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rp9Cwn8gssI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SNynYBZJwNg/s320/mar06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This pic was taken on 10March06. When we first went tanning together. Just the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm browsing through Cher's multiply and found alot of funny pictures and past memories. Those were the days. . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rp9CcH8gspI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hWmdIhYGpqs/s1600-h/mac2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088859154888569490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rp9CcH8gspI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hWmdIhYGpqs/s320/mac2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rp9Cin8gsqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HzVklDo-X1M/s1600-h/mac3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088859266557719202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rp9Cin8gsqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HzVklDo-X1M/s320/mac3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rp9Con8gsrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/amDkvu_67co/s1600-h/mac4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088859369636934322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rp9Con8gsrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/amDkvu_67co/s320/mac4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rp9DLH8gstI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XKFlQMZx7Zs/s1600-h/RCgB3QoKCkkAABcxcgU5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088859962342421202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rp9DLH8gstI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XKFlQMZx7Zs/s320/RCgB3QoKCkkAABcxcgU5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How time flies. It's been 7YEARS!! Dont know what lead to our closeness today. Probably our outgoing character? For both of us like to crap alot. All thanks to Vivi, I know one of my best girlfriend today. She gets to know all of her exs with my help and I simply love her. Cause she's there for me during my lowest point of life. Same goes to Vivi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How time flies seriously man. We're getting older and closer as days go by. And I love my bunch of fab friends to the max. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;** suntanning tml Cher. Dont put me rocket! **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-5077220145994638393?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5077220145994638393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=5077220145994638393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/5077220145994638393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/5077220145994638393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-i-had-my-tan-look-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rp9Cwn8gssI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SNynYBZJwNg/s72-c/mar06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-6379016524677188092</id><published>2007-07-18T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:57:46.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is supposed supposely to go Mambo Jumbo. Well, everything was cancelled last min. So I'll be out to town later on with dearest Roger and Vivi and one of her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Plenty of friends are going Zouk tonight. Damn. And I'm not going. Gonna missed out the fun and drinking session with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friday, Cafe Del Mar. Rahman, Vivi, Leon and his date plus me. Can you see that! I'm definately gonna be the belonging caretaker! WTH. Rather to go in a big group and have fun than me alone going with couples. Sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;School gonna reopen real soon. Need to get couples of things. Gonna hit Popular soon with my girls. Well, having school is not diff from holidays. Timetable is still slack though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A big "HELLO!!" to Rocky Master at Cine cause we will be there slacking our time away since we got 3hrs break in between lessons on some days. Others, just purely 2-3 hrs a day. My school hours just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sucks big time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rp25c38gsoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/eM9-dyQiTZs/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088427059703755394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rp25c38gsoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/eM9-dyQiTZs/s320/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just feel everything so fucked up now!&lt;/strong&gt; My life sucks, my school sucks and my work sucks too!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need some smoke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-6379016524677188092?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6379016524677188092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=6379016524677188092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6379016524677188092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6379016524677188092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-supposed-supposely-to-go-mambo.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/Rp25c38gsoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/eM9-dyQiTZs/s72-c/DSC00148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-3114245316125933444</id><published>2007-07-16T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:13:18.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zouk was last min on Sat. It seriously sucks. Firstly, the crowd. Secondly, the music. Thirdly, not much friends went. Worst of all, we met a minor accident when dearest Vivi was driving me on the way there. So the night turns into boredem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And Hazel goes, "Dont want. Clubbing with you all is so sian!" when I asked her to come along with us for the Mambo Jumbo this coming Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello. Look who's talking okay! You should feel happy that we asked you along otherwise your life just gonna be like work, sleep, eat. Piss me off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I just got back from a picnic outing organised by dearest Vivi. It turns out real good since it's been like a year where we last been to beach and just enjoy the breeze and chill. So it was great. We took tons of pictures and it's still transfering to me by Robin. Thanks ah Robin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Again, we bought too much food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's so many pics to be uploaded. I'm just gonna upload some ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpuK238gsnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lSOzorDTVqI/s1600-h/Photo+76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087812879380427378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpuK238gsnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lSOzorDTVqI/s320/Photo+76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpuBtn8gsYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hS6aWIhf0pE/s1600-h/Photo+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087802824861987202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpuBtn8gsYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hS6aWIhf0pE/s320/Photo+24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpuD-H8gsgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kdkLK0q03EE/s1600-h/Photo+77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087805307353084418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpuCy38gsdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/sr4iVReeRhE/s320/Photo+78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpuDRn8gseI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PDaYcKe1MYE/s1600-h/Photo+68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087804542848905698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpuDRn8gseI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PDaYcKe1MYE/s320/Photo+68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpuDn38gsfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/C7j2BfIdWFU/s1600-h/Photo+85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087804925100995058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpuDn38gsfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/C7j2BfIdWFU/s320/Photo+85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The pictures are very hilarious right? Thanks to the macbook which produces such effects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I truly enjoyed my day. It's great to be out at the beach with best buds, than drinking everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Talking about drinking, we gonna hit Zouk this Wednesday again. Mambo Jumbo! And Rachel's gonna be there too. So it's purely girls night out and seriously, it's the last night out partying cause school gonna reopens in 6days time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ciao! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/34278498-3114245316125933444?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3114245316125933444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=3114245316125933444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3114245316125933444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3114245316125933444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/zouk-was-last-min-on-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpuK238gsnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lSOzorDTVqI/s72-c/Photo+76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-5654529040842204756</id><published>2007-07-13T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:47:10.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Drinking at Dbl O was cancelled last night. Sick and tired of going to Zouk. Wanted to try something relaxing, fun and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So we went BBQ last min, without booking any pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The food and stuff was all bought last min from Cheers over at Downtown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It turned out pretty good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We chill, smoke, chat and had fun. With just the close friends. Had some beer. And Vivi, the super lousy beer-drinker, went KO with just one can of beer. Got herself super red and then vomitted 3/4 times I guessed? Haha. No more beer for her pls. She can't drink beer la!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And there was this part where I actually report police. There was this bunch of small little kids aged around 13-15. And they were smoking, shouting and dancing at some pit near us. This got all of us super irritated. So we report the police. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Illegal gathering. Young kids smoking. Noise pollution," and so I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Soon enough, the police came and checked all of them. But couldn't find any ciggs. Know why? Cause they threw everything under the tree! And they managed to get off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So Cher and CCC left early. Left behind only me, Rahman and Vivi. Imagine how the situtation was. So fcuking werid with me and them. And so I called Alvin..ccs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mind you. He's just 17? And we know him 2yrs back at Chai Chee sec. Long story and it's pretty ridiculous. The moment he reached, non-stop noise pollution. But it's kinda good we catch up with life. Still remember the times over at the birthday's chalet, the CNY lim period, the slacking time at Cine. It was fun back then hanging out together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But over time, he's too young for us. His thinking, his actions. Super Ah Beng la! But still a nice young boy though. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So next week gonna be the last week of holiday before saying "Hello to NAFA". And we had plans already. Wed gonna hit Mambo Jumbo. One of the weekends gonna overnight at Cafe Del Mar with the usual gang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't imagine how great it gonna be. Lying on those beds just next to the sea, with the sea breeze, chat, smoke and do crazy things with great friends! Damn I'm so looking forward to it. Friends make time for that okay. Last week of holiday and fun together!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And it's Saturday today. I'm like got no plans!! Shit la. Ask me out if you're free to okay!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RphjGX8gsXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HfOX9UYQErM/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086924740273156466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RphjGX8gsXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HfOX9UYQErM/s320/s320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I so miss my long hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-5654529040842204756?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5654529040842204756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=5654529040842204756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/5654529040842204756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/5654529040842204756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/drinking-at-dbl-o-was-cancelled-last.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RphjGX8gsXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HfOX9UYQErM/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-5640006555179748712</id><published>2007-07-12T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:58:29.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zouk last night was &lt;strong&gt;alright la&lt;/strong&gt;. Both me and Vivi finally had a taste of Flame Lambogini. We drank one glass each. Not really that good but of course taste better than L.I.T and Graveyard. My stomach was burning and it's so uneasy with a hot feeling burning inside. And we had more. There's this sweet liquor Rahman bought and it taste great la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we got &lt;strong&gt;KO&lt;/strong&gt; before 12, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Just feeling high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancefloor at Phuture was fcuking packed. Like forever. So squeezy that it got all of us unhappy. Cant even have proper fun with friends. Just stand there and people will push you so there's not even a need to move to the music la. Ladies' Night at Zouk is always like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went &lt;strong&gt;Mambo Jumbo&lt;/strong&gt;. It's super super fun there la. Jump to the music. And Hazel goes, "Yo! Yo! Yo!" She's having fun with Roger, so am I. ((= Poor Rahman, he got hooked by some indian guy. Who was like hugging him and jump at the same time. Funny! And poor Viviene. She step on some broken glass, all thanks to the indian who was pushing around. She got the big one out on her feet, but there's like some small bits stuck inside. She seems that she can't even be bothered with those. My god. Pls faster get it out otherwise, Roger gonna design an artifical feet for you to fit on. Get those bits out!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahman, Leon and Nic are nice guys. Rahman always goes, "C is for Cookie!" Ya right. Wait till I open my mouth and ask you about f.r.i.e.n.d.s! And I dont know what caused the shy-ness between me and Leon. So he is like a hackcare attitude and super shy guy to me. But he seems nice and decent. It's been like the 4th time I clubbed with them? And it was never once, that he sort of dirty dance with a girl. The most decent guy I ever met. So decent that, we never even really talk to each other. Well, Rahman said he's shy. And I guessed.&lt;em&gt; He's really shy!!!&lt;/em&gt; Nic, the forever msging guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to Mac. And Roger started his jokes. Now I know why indians are afraid to lao sai and how they communicate! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mambo Jumbo was so much happening than Phuture. Let's hit Zouk next wed one last time before school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((= Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-5640006555179748712?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5640006555179748712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=5640006555179748712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/5640006555179748712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/5640006555179748712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/z-ouk-last-night-was-alright-la.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-6187525859292029138</id><published>2007-07-11T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:34:45.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As I was reading the past entries in Viviene's blog, I passed by this entry which is just meant for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a friend i am here. I give comments not bluntly, but truthfully. Truth hurts - Thats a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments are here, my opinion your choice if you accept it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequences are the bearings of choices made. Bad consequence for a mistake made. Good consequences for good judgement in decision making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point is, its all about choice. The things YOU choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart and mind often give different readings. In general, girls follow their heart and guys follow their mind. Which is supposely better, our brain gives logical thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, its good to compare yourself to the better ones once in a while to give yourself motivation and improve. Never look back to people who are lousier and say things like "see, they also ma".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've paid for the mistakes i made, its locked in head as a reminder. Afterall, the mistakes you've done, you have to bear it yourself.. friends,lovers,family who to help? At most a few piece of advice. Thats all. Be sure, avoid all mistakes, do right.. for the sake of your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your decisions and accomplishments are what people are going to regconize you as. Ask, what have you achieve so far. Spending so much money from baby till now, Eating all the good food.. what is the outcome. Anything u can think of that u've accomplished and contribute to the society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friend nicole. Your life is not smooth sailing, as all of us are. Perhaps yours is tougher. The people you treasure treats you the opposite, they may not be good. But you have a choice to deal with them. Job sucks, leave. Friends sucks, change. Stupid people, ignore. All decisions lies in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always always always do a favour for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my best girlpal! That's what a true friend is. 10yrs of friendship really counts. Her advices always lock as a remainder in my head. People whom I treasure treated me the opposite, so why should I torture myself? Ya. My life is not smooth-sailing at all but at least better as compared to Hazel. I always meet the wrong guy. Sad to admit, but I'm still having misses for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this entry like the 2nd time? Perhaps, it's really time for me to always always always do myself a favour. It's about the things &lt;strong&gt;I CHOOSE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today, I'm gonna be a brand new Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;And make life easier for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Studies and good career is what I pursue now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't need a guy.&lt;br /&gt;But I need my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gonna sounds mushy. But I really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you girls ((=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-6187525859292029138?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6187525859292029138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=6187525859292029138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6187525859292029138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6187525859292029138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-i-was-reading-past-entries-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-1092668242393338649</id><published>2007-07-11T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:25:39.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Was out to Vivo yesterday with my girls. It's been like thousand of donkey years since I last been there. Well, it was great. Bought a dress and Roger's comment, always the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"looks more like $4.80 rather than $48" !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After Vivo, we went slacking at hans. Vivi, Roger, Cher, Rahman, Hazel and CCC were all present. So we were like crapping and it's like forever, "Yong forever the bully-er and Nic, the Bullied" as stated by Vivi. When Roger finally chased Hazel home, we headed to the same slacking place. Cher's balcony. There's a great place to slack when it's at night la. Super cooling can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So at the balcony. Roger was having fun bullying me! And Vivi, her nice chat with R. Cher, the onlooker. Ohya. Roger's songs really sucks. He kinda finds difficulty sticking to a song and till it finished before switching to another. It's pretty . . . when you keep changing songs halfway! HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guess what people, it's our long-awaited &lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY!!&lt;/strong&gt; So it's gonna be party again tonight! Flame Lambogini and Graveyard. Pls get Vivi drunk or rather, Roger or Rahman. I feel better getting people drunk rather than me drunk. Otherwise, the night sure gonna be wasted when I'm drunk cause it just gonna be puking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And. I've got no themes for the dress-code tonight. This may sounds ridiculous but that's &lt;em&gt;Girls&lt;/em&gt; okay! 7hrs more to Vivi's hse and then &lt;strong&gt;ZOUUUKKKK!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ciao. And have fun. Wished me drunk not! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-1092668242393338649?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1092668242393338649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=1092668242393338649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1092668242393338649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1092668242393338649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/was-out-to-vivo-yesterday-with-my-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-3180618904514040238</id><published>2007-07-09T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T05:39:09.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Second post of the day. As I was happily watching tv. Something popped up in my mind and decided to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was at work yesterday. And overheard the conversation Cheryl was having with Yeeling, my colleagues. So being super busybody, I went over and tried to find out and join in the conversation. Then, Cheryl started to tell me about her life story, being her relastionship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So she was with this guy for about 3yrs plus. They almost got married but lucky she saw his true colours just before they got engaged. Guys and their flings, one night stand! I could tell how much Cheryl was in love with him back then. And being together for 3yrs plus, she simply know him to his veins. And just one night, her bf was caught with another girl out doing the 3-letter word. From the way Cheryl put it and the place where she hangs out at, I guessed she's not someone that easy. Ha. Unbelieveable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And so, she called the girl and had a nice chat with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Hello. I'm Cheryl. Are you with ... now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"No, I'm not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Do you know he got a girlfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Really? I dont know anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey hey! Does this sounds familiar? Haha. So coincidence la. Same thing happened to me! But then, Cheryl got back with her bf. So I was asking her how can she endure and accept someone who had sex with another girl and yet back with her, f* her when he had entered another hole? Well, she thought he had changed. But that's not the case. She managed to find out more in later days and the girl, knowing the fact that they're back tgt, yet can happily let him f* her. WTH! Ended up, Cheryl's been single all the way till today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I said, "BITCH! I HATE BITCHES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cheryl went, "No girl. Bitches had brain. They need to think twice before turning to bitch. But not SLUT."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha. Totally agree. Ya. At times, girl maybe the ignorance one who claims that they dont know the other party is attached but still, ended up becoming some slut. That's how things usually turned out to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So why do things always ended up in the same way. Hearing her telling me about her past was like reminding me of what happened to me. That's life. For now, single life rocks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpIqkfuikpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X8OhGPXVIho/s1600-h/Photo-0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085173735735071378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpIqkfuikpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X8OhGPXVIho/s320/Photo-0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;** to hell with those sluts ** ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-3180618904514040238?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3180618904514040238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=3180618904514040238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3180618904514040238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/3180618904514040238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/second-post-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpIqkfuikpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X8OhGPXVIho/s72-c/Photo-0146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-7636309436982765218</id><published>2007-07-09T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:43:16.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Was out to my girlfriend's apartment the other day. &lt;strong&gt;6 of us&lt;/strong&gt;. All feeling vex and super emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CCC, the forever &lt;em&gt;stressful &lt;/em&gt;boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yixing, the forever &lt;em&gt;sex&lt;/em&gt; girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hazel, the &lt;em&gt;funniest&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cher, the &lt;em&gt;biggest eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jl, the forever &lt;em&gt;kisser&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And me, i &lt;em&gt;dont know&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's like only the 4 of us at the balcony happily smoking, girls' talk and feeling vex over the things that happened in our life. Hazel told us her life story. It's so ridiculous that I thought can only be seen on TV. What happen to her was beyong anyone's imagination. If I was her, I'll be dead by now. I kinda feel sorry for her. Well, at least she met us. Her life will be much more happening than ever. I'll try not to laugh at her. Afterall, her life was really screwed in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A big welcome to her for becoming one of our clubbing kaki! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And this wed, &lt;strong&gt;Ladies Night&lt;/strong&gt;. Vivi, now the hardcore clubber, asked me to Zouk. Hazel gonna be there too. And we wanna get graveyard. Had a taste of it the other time. The hardcore liquor that can get real drunk fast! Haha. And my friend just told me Rambogini cost the same. Was thinking of getting Vivi that. I wanna see her puke! But it's so troublesome to look after drunkards! Let's see. And we like can't wait for wed la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vivi text me, "haha, on la. get low get low get low.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cannot stand. But Cher, not gonna be there again. I miss our dirty dance. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alight. Off to tv. And I sense my boredom awaiting for me for the whole of this week. Ask me out girls!! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpIClPuikoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gf8Ewk9kom0/s1600-h/Photo-0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085129768154862210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpIClPuikoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gf8Ewk9kom0/s320/Photo-0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*10 yrs of friendship* And that is Rahman's destorted face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-7636309436982765218?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7636309436982765218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=7636309436982765218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7636309436982765218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7636309436982765218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/was-out-to-my-girlfriends-apartment.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RpIClPuikoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gf8Ewk9kom0/s72-c/Photo-0145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-2772296286583628248</id><published>2007-07-05T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T02:42:25.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last night at Zouk was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funnnnn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. My best buds were all there. Even Cher who shouldn't go, went too. She can't resist temptation! We had Long Island Tea and I'm like the first to KO la. Damn throw face when I'm like not the first time drinking. Vivi can hold her liquor well, same goes to Roger and Cher. I was the first to vomit. And I vomitted out all the fried oyster and carrot cake we had earlier on. Next was Vivi. She had hard time vomitting in the toilet. And the girls there was like teaching her how to puke by putting 2 fingers into her mouth. &lt;em&gt;Gross.&lt;/em&gt; So the girl was like telling the BF about Vivi and their conversation was overheard by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. I went up and look after her. Finally! She vomitted out. Back at the bar with Rahman, she vomitted again. She still told us, "Just now I was too hungry so I din't munch on the carrot cake and just swallow it. Then I vomitted out a whole piece of carrot cake which has no teeth marks on it." It's god damn funny la!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel's mouth &lt;em&gt;stinks&lt;/em&gt; big time! I'm not the only one complaining but the rest too. Even the guys are freak out by her. Ha ha. Well, that's hazel. What's new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super hyper last night. Got really high and I enjoyed dancing with Roger, Vivi and the guys. Aftermath, we were like walking around hunting for food. And the guys went teasing about the small little mole i had on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks ah Roger!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So they went, "Cookie Monster! Cookie Monster! Cookie Monster!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WTH! Rahman still said that Cookie Monster sounds so much better than Chocolate chip. It just sounds the same to me la. Insulting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they do have fun teasing at me la! Roger's having the most fun!! Well, but they're a bunch of nice guys. Nic's the best joker. He's got the smallest waist in the world of only 20 and the loudest voice plus stupid actions. Rahman, the guy Vivi had the most fun with. Leon, decent and hackcare attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night was really enjoyable! Ciao ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-2772296286583628248?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2772296286583628248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=2772296286583628248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2772296286583628248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2772296286583628248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-night-at-zouk-was-funnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4638588405562141888</id><published>2007-07-04T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:55:29.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gonna meet my sweeties soon. Catching up with life. Slack, eat, smoke at our usual place. 2-3 weeks since I last saw Cher?! Wondering how's she doing. Well, gotta get out of hse soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kinda sad that can't persuade her to join in the fun tonight. She and her whatever rashes. Pls get well soon. I miss the fun the 3 of us used to enjoy! So pls, get well real real soon!! ((= Am definately hitting zouk tonight. Disappointed, there's gonna be a smoking area and we like can't smoke openly yet have to squeeze into one area with the rest. It seriously sucks, I tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, few more hours time. And we gonna party and drink like hell. It's &lt;em&gt;Ladies night&lt;/em&gt;. So enjoy peeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RossJfuiknI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BudbH0_-pEY/s1600-h/Slide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083205146064884338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RossJfuiknI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BudbH0_-pEY/s320/Slide1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-4638588405562141888?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4638588405562141888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4638588405562141888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4638588405562141888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4638588405562141888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/gonna-meet-my-sweeties-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RossJfuiknI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BudbH0_-pEY/s72-c/Slide1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-8162976741188055542</id><published>2007-07-03T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:54:43.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just had a nice chat with dearest Yong on MSN. He's gonna join us for the party tml night over at Zouk. Vivi's friend gonna open bottle. And Yong, still the coolest, went "I dont drink ppl's drink. We share money buy Long Island Tea la!" Wa sia. Showoff. Long Island Tea! *faints* That's a super strong liquor la. And it's Yong' fav. LOL. Cannot stand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It' been like thousands of donkey years since I last went club/drink with him. So tml gonna sure be happening la. Plus vivi gonna be there and the problem is she dint try L.I.T before. HA! Let's see. Confirm drunk want tml. Lucky, everyone's off on thur. No job, no school. So why not, have fun. Aiya, I seriously miss Cher man. When the hell will she gets well? )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Partying so much. Reached home only at 6am for 6 straight days in a row. Super happening la me. Haha. And I really need money for my extra entertainment that is draining me so dry. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RooMHvuikmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PjNs_D3gxJU/s1600-h/261300729m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082888456651313762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RooMHvuikmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PjNs_D3gxJU/s320/261300729m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's Yong. Grabbed his pic. Haha. Getting cooler la. No longer the Tramma we used to know. Haha. It's Wednesday night tml. So enjoy your night peeps. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-8162976741188055542?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8162976741188055542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=8162976741188055542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8162976741188055542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8162976741188055542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-had-nice-chat-with-dearest-yong-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RooMHvuikmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PjNs_D3gxJU/s72-c/261300729m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-1227415212905207680</id><published>2007-07-02T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:22:35.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I reached home at &lt;em&gt;6 in the morning.&lt;/em&gt; Like again, night life. But it was dramatic last night. It's my first time seeing how depress Gly is. Shocked to see her like this. Getting herself real drunk, then crying her hearts out and vomit all over. Her guy was just few doors away from us, and she missed him so much. Yet, there's no courage from her to drop by. So I did her this little favour and ended up in a mess. Well, seeing her like this just reminds me of those days when I'm depressed too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Relationships can really bring one real down. Down to the end of the pit and letting no way to see the light again. At least, it's not so easy. Gly really put in alot into hers and yet, nothing always some out of that effort. I cried too last night, it just reminds of me. I was behaving the same way as her just weeks before. Yet I can scold her and advised on her but not myself. Kinda &lt;strong&gt;big time loser&lt;/strong&gt;! Gly's guy told me, "Girls maybe the one who will get hurts the most, but they really got no idea how much the guy already went through that's why they behave in such a way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But at least, I know the guy is true to her. For he's there to look after her when she's in such a state. And as for me, I'm speechless. It's just nightlife throughout. Partying so hard and trying to get things out of my mind. It's just so different on the outside and on the inside. Gly's home now and I guess they're back tgt. Though there's too much hurts, but I can tell he's a nice guy. All the best yeah ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And. I got no idea why, my life is getting more dramatic. WTH la! HAHAHA. Why in the hell do I always ended up meeting the same type of guys? Well, that's life. Gotta accept it. And, I'm loving my single life so much. For, I'm scare of guys alr. Serious. I don't wanna my life to get screwed up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love staying out real late at night. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-1227415212905207680?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1227415212905207680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=1227415212905207680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1227415212905207680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1227415212905207680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-reached-home-at-6-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-396798667361300454</id><published>2007-06-30T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:06:05.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2 Jugs of Long Island Tea. 3 Glasses of Martell. Had some beer too. Got totally high last night at Zouk. Tipsy but din't vomit. Wasted. Gina still the best, had graveyard plus grambogini at Phture. After long island tea. She's really a good drinker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Super high la last night. Super super super, okay! Lucky there's friends there to look after me. But I'm kinda freak out by Ernie la. Just abit high and couldn't walk properly yet he's like angry with me keep shouting at me for not being able to hold my liquor well yet drinks alot. WTH la. Really cannot stand him! Got sober by 4+ and know what took place. ((= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just had my fun. And funny, Rahman is a werid guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Party, again someday, soon ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-396798667361300454?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/396798667361300454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=396798667361300454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/396798667361300454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/396798667361300454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/06/2-jugs-of-long-island-tea.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-1152291365674328213</id><published>2007-06-28T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:57:35.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life has never been this tiring! Been clubbing for 2 consecutive nights! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Had hell lotsa fun on Wed at Zouk, &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt;. Jo, Irene, Vivie, Gly plus gang and Julian was there. But it's super crowded that we can't even walk. Eventually, we got separated and it's left only me, Vivi and Jo on the dancefloor. Got a little tipsy and truly enjoyed the night. It's been such a super long time since how much we really enjoyed ourself. A night to remember, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*point at viviene and laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's as though we're back to Cheeky times but Cher wasn't there. She gotta get well soon. And party with us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got home around 5+ and slept for only 3hrs and off to work. Julian then fetched us for dinner at Geylang. MOS was last min. The crowd ain't good, not really that crowded. Anyway, I still enjoyed myself. Cause there's Hazel there to keep me entertained whole night. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's work and party tml night, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Cannot stand, body clock totally screwed up. Getting bad eyes days. That's my life, for you people now. And when on earth will my dearest Cher finally get well? I miss her thick lips and evil laughter. Pls let meet up real soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-1152291365674328213?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1152291365674328213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=1152291365674328213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1152291365674328213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1152291365674328213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-has-never-been-this-tiring-been.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-8664432400913804182</id><published>2007-06-27T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:26:42.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mambo Night!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Partying with Jo, Gly and gang. Have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I miss clubbing times with my fav girls, Vivi and Cher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-8664432400913804182?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8664432400913804182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=8664432400913804182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8664432400913804182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8664432400913804182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/06/mambo-night-partying-with-jo-gly-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-6343144571928269227</id><published>2007-06-26T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:33:55.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Roses, money, effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just know him for simply 4 days yet he treated me like his gf. Came down acc me for lunch, gave me money each time he meets me. And claims that he "loves" me when I hardly knows him for 4days. It's kinda werid right? ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, this week gonna be the last week where smoking is allowed in club. After that, if u wanna smoke, go to "Smoking Area!" Tsk tsk. That's Sin for u ppl. Am gonna hit club this sat too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've kinda learnt to let things go. Perhaps, this is the only way to make life happier and easier. I've cried too much for him, so much that the tears just wouldn't stop. He has his own life, family, friends and girls. I'm just a passerby. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I've really learnt alot from him. Am became more mature in my thinking too. Well, life still got to move on. Time gonna cure everything. And perhaps, one day I'll meet someone better. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wish me the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-6343144571928269227?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6343144571928269227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=6343144571928269227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6343144571928269227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6343144571928269227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/06/roses-money-effort.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-1739226187401098936</id><published>2007-06-24T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:08:32.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After a year plus of being together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we finally called it a off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He gently kissed her cherry lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;which I thought the kiss only belongs to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He hold her hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just like how he holds mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He was out with her the whole night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When he told me I'm the only one he loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you love me as much as you said you did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then you would'nt have hurt me like I am a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And you pushed me away like you never know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you with my heart truly and deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess you forgot the times we shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And now I'm on own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This ain't easy at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I'm not gonna cry ain't more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cause I've got my pride too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And being single is not really that bad too, Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pls give me the courage to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For now I'm not even a thought in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And everything you said was just a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Forget me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Foreget you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Forget the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Forget the times we shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Forget everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-1739226187401098936?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1739226187401098936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=1739226187401098936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1739226187401098936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/1739226187401098936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/06/after-year-plus-of-being-together-we.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-5048112897298986235</id><published>2007-06-07T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T07:47:05.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obession with Dresses now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Just bought another dress from Realm where I received 30% discount yet still cost me $42. Though the material is soft, comfortable to wear but it's been a huge damage to me. Bought the dress then to realise I've got something similar which I got from FO earlier on. Just that this dress has more print and the material is better. WTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And. I saw this brady sexy dress in Forever21. Super regret din't get that dress instead. &lt;em&gt;*humph*&lt;/em&gt; It's okay. New series of clothes coming in real soon. Also, I wanna get that &lt;em&gt;Yellow&lt;/em&gt; tube dress fr TopShop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seriously, I love dresses so much. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-5048112897298986235?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5048112897298986235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=5048112897298986235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/5048112897298986235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/5048112897298986235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/06/obession-with-dresses-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-57717336414696663</id><published>2007-05-31T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:16:53.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why am I being blamed for things which I never do at all? Be it at work or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why am I the one who always get accused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why am I the one always at the losing ends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why is it when I put in effort to do something good, it always turns out otherwise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And just I received a msg from boss asking me to admit if I did steal stuff from store otherwise she's gonna pursue it. Come'on la. Go ahead. My conscience is clear. Go ahead. It's really WTH when I put in so much effort to this particular job and what i get is SHIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so at such a bad losing end in everything. Pls be kinder to me. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-57717336414696663?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/57717336414696663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=57717336414696663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/57717336414696663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/57717336414696663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-am-i-being-blamed-for-things-which.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-878389136467284942</id><published>2007-05-22T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:35:31.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Click on the image. And it's every girls' dream. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RlKpj5F5unI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5w7Cmcfsus0/s1600-h/thinspo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067298964831320690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RlKpj5F5unI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5w7Cmcfsus0/s320/thinspo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Don't eat. If you want to see food, look into the mirror at your thighs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"If it taste good, it's trying to kill you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"You only fail if you stop trying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So god damn true. And it's time for me to do something too. Just wanna shake off some fats and I will look even better. But I will start next week. LOL. I'm gonna thin down before school reopens. And I must have determination to do that! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-878389136467284942?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/878389136467284942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=878389136467284942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/878389136467284942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/878389136467284942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/05/click-on-image.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RlKpj5F5unI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5w7Cmcfsus0/s72-c/thinspo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-6119701160373241553</id><published>2007-05-22T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:21:18.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's gonna be a off-day for today and tml. Finally, some time to slack and rot at home. It's been such a long time since I last tasted home-cooked food. And really, time for me to get my stupid feet some message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I was out to Haji lane with lovely Sylvia. And oh man! Stuff over there is super super VINTAGE LA!!!! But some how, it's not my cup of tea. Firstly, it's costly. Secondly, it's gonna make me look fat in it. And lastly, it's so vintage that I dont think I dare to wear it out. LOL. But still, it's really nice place. The shit thing is I forget to bring my cam out! WTH. Nvm, I gonna go there again to get that red vintage bag. Super love it and I wanna get it soon before it's gone! Off to shopping in town after that and bought some stuff. Total damage $150. Super broke now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ohya. I went to gay pub, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TABOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that night. Indeed, an eye-opener for me. The guys there are so urban-male with great body builds and nice face features but so sad they're gays. And on the dancefloor I'm the only girl yet they spend no effort to even take a look at me. But truth is, they're real friendly. ((= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And this Fri is his big-day. It's gonna be his birthday celebration. Totally no idea where to head and I need money! Suffer huge damage and pls pay day be here soon!!!! I wanna get my hair-do! And shopping spree caauseeeeeee it's &lt;em&gt;GREAT SINGAPORE SALE&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!! Girls, let shop till we drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RlJvSJF5umI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tYQEn2uIwcA/s1600-h/Photo-0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067234888214231650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RlJvSJF5umI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tYQEn2uIwcA/s320/Photo-0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Have a great week ahead ((=&lt;/span&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/34278498-6119701160373241553?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6119701160373241553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=6119701160373241553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6119701160373241553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/6119701160373241553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-gonna-be-off-day-for-today-and-tml.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFNPvoWOYDs/RlJvSJF5umI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tYQEn2uIwcA/s72-c/Photo-0103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-2244023249296362358</id><published>2007-05-15T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:19:56.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really cannot stand my boss. Though she's good, but it seems that she's taking big advantage of me! Initally my pay was $3.12/hr and that sent me into a rage. I'm so angry with the amount of pay so I only earn $500+ for working a full month. Wth! Then she offered to pay me $5/hr asking me not to leave. On the account that she's good, thus I continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she just called me earlier on giving me lotsa excuses saying that she can't afford the pay cause she's at losing end bla bla bla. Main point is, she took back what she said and only paid me $4/hr. WTH la!!! Damnit! Fucking little okay. It's like so pathetic. Not even enough to pay for my own transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to haunt for another job. A better-paying job. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-2244023249296362358?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2244023249296362358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=2244023249296362358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2244023249296362358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2244023249296362358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-really-cannot-stand-my-boss.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-2630885628099159128</id><published>2007-05-13T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:20:10.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and He said to me last night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't worry. We will be together soon. And We will start everything afresh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I will always kiss.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I will always miss.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I will always love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-2630885628099159128?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2630885628099159128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=2630885628099159128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2630885628099159128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/2630885628099159128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-he-said-to-me-last-night-dont-worry.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-4761915877803534679</id><published>2007-05-10T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:20:38.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Baby, I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever tell you how much I wish to get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the good old times.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the gym-ing session.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the jokes we shared.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the hugs and kisses from you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times where we shared everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way I tell myself to carry on with life.&lt;br /&gt;the way I tell myself it doesn't hurt at all.&lt;br /&gt;are all just excuses for myself when actually,&lt;br /&gt;deep down in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only, I don't drink&lt;br /&gt;if only, I don't club&lt;br /&gt;if only, I'm a good girl&lt;br /&gt;if only, I'm understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I believe I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so hard baby.&lt;br /&gt;if only a one last chance is given to both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want everything to start all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-4761915877803534679?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4761915877803534679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=4761915877803534679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4761915877803534679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/4761915877803534679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/05/baby-i-miss-you-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-7091427011988045194</id><published>2007-05-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T06:33:57.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday was a &lt;em&gt;ORBIT &lt;/em&gt;day for me. Monday=slack thus without much thinking I just anyhow dress up and left for town to work. WTH. Then I realise I'm so orbit la. I swear my whole life, I'm not gonna wear pants/jeans again! Never again. Seriously, so not me! Worse of all, i forget to &lt;em&gt;DRAW MY EYEBROW&lt;/em&gt;!! Imagine. WTH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Freaking bad day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Something even worst happened today! Was out smoking with my boy and as usual, I just litter the ciggs butt. And guess what, my boy did that too as he was too engrossed in our chat. Resulted, WE GOT CAUGHT FOR LITTERING CIGGS BUTT. Worst thing that happened today. I was let off as I'm a girl thus given a chance. But not him, he got a fine. We've learnt our lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But it's okay, &lt;em&gt;for me.&lt;/em&gt; I've got my pay. I've just dyed my hair to &lt;em&gt;blue black&lt;/em&gt; and trimmed it abit. Bought my fav contact lens today! Happy girl now ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ohya. I'm gonna have a change of job soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-7091427011988045194?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7091427011988045194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=7091427011988045194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7091427011988045194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7091427011988045194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/06/yesterday-was-orbit-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-8808618251408090285</id><published>2007-05-01T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T07:16:56.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Too much emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Too much conflicts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Too much problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall not blog that often.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's gonna be a busy life ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-8808618251408090285?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8808618251408090285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=8808618251408090285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8808618251408090285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/8808618251408090285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/05/too-much-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-7732106608809839511</id><published>2007-04-26T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T21:30:24.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Remember girls, guys come and go, but PRIDE STAYS FOREVER "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dearest Cher wrote this sentence in her blog. I'm super agree with her la. Ya right pride stays forever. Without pride, it's as though lost oneself. Not even have friends. Tsk tsk. Nothing is more important than respecting ownself ((= Lady boss even told me over the phone, "Guys like you can. Tell them I won't even love you. So young only. You will meet the right one when the time is ripe. Just enjoy single life now!" Ha! Really cannot stand when dearest boss told me that over the phone. She's most like a friend to me and my colleague. And. She will be bringing us for a drink at Velvet or Zouk on pay day. Though I can't enter, but I know there's some way she can bring me in. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ohya. Speaking of Cherilyn, this bitch just intro me to her friend couple of days ago. She told me he had a crush on me since like last year but I was attached then. He named me "Heavenly" back then. LOL. So din't exchange contact till recently. I met him up last night in town for supper. Yixing joined us. We really chatted alot. But hey, I din't forget what my boss told me and seriously, I'm not flirting. Just making more friends. I love my current life. Nothing but gossip everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B gave me 20 free entrance tickets to MOS this coming thursday! LOL. Alot of friends are coming along. But kinda sad the 2 bitches can't make it. Darling Mar and her friends are going to open 3 bottles on thur. LOL. See. Entrance free, drink also free. Most importantly, I can catch up with my friends, Arthur and Glynnis plus gang. Haha. I hope Larry is going. Seriously, I think that he's a good catch. But too bad, I and him din't really talk yet! Ha! I shall really take things slowly. Party on thur night and I'll be working morning shift the next day. WTH! Confirm walking zombie then! Lucky work end at 4pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life still got to moves on. And I'm so much happier right now! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-7732106608809839511?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7732106608809839511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=7732106608809839511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7732106608809839511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7732106608809839511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/04/remember-girls-guys-come-and-go-but.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-7808884850258808187</id><published>2007-04-19T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:39:19.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cherilynvelle.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.cherilynvelle.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Check out my best bud blog. She blogged about how much she loves me. Wooo~ It makes me feel happy after a long 5 days full shift of work. Got inspired and decide to blog about the girls too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LJL. Know her for 10 years &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(and still counting),&lt;/span&gt; the best girl on Earth. I loves her for her nonsense. Always full of ridiculous ideas. The first one to get car liscene among us. The one with the bigggest boobs. The sexiest girl. I loves her for the daring and attitude who always dont wear bra out. I loves her for her logical sense. I loves her for her mature thinking. I loves her more than Pierre. And I loves her for she introduce Cherilyn to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cherilyn. The first time I know her was when she wrote a testi for me in friendster saying how big my boobs were. That's nonsense. And though we know for only a yr plus but it's as though we've know each other for a period of 7 yrs. I loves her for she has the small boobs, long legs and a thick lips. LOL. And I loves laughing at her. She never fails to owe me a treat and never return me that treats. She's sexy and I loves her for she always has this signature of "fake eyelids". And she always meet the sexiest guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have fun making jokes out of this 2 girls. I still remember very clearly how they laugh at me when I wore my "Hello Kitty" pyjames during the chalet a yr back. And I truly miss those times when we took cab down to Town and cab home everyday to just slack our life away. And I miss those times where how the 4 of us were that close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Though I've lost the guy that I thought I will rely on. But at least, God is fair by giving me a bunch of best girls, a good job and the best lady boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today, tml and Sunday will be my off-day. Follow that, will be countless of trips down to Town for work. And life will definately be very busy by then. And I dont know what lead to the closeness between me and YX. Probably we see each other everyday and gossip too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Till then. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34278498-7808884850258808187?l=sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7808884850258808187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34278498&amp;postID=7808884850258808187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7808884850258808187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34278498/posts/default/7808884850258808187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetheart-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848618289760208757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/31/4001399/931078649m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34278498.post-2481756351472643976</id><published>2007-04-13T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T02:02:50.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Having off today and will be working full shift from tml till Wed. It's gonna be very tired and I still cannot find any black covered shoes that I like. Well. My feet gonna suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway I really got a new hair cut. It's brady short now as compared to my previous long hair. Cut once a yr only. And it's really fcuking costly. $83 for a haircut by a senior hairstylist. But it's ok. I like it. Plus, the massage is real good. A new haircut, gonna start everything a fresh now. Hope life ahead will be better. And, I miss Yan Jing and gang. Carefree life. 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