<?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-5966312</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:35:53.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bloggy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-107289854086756884</id><published>2004-01-01T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T19:11:34.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyeeeiE!&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;*sneezes*&lt;br /&gt;*wrinkles nosey*&lt;br /&gt;wonderful start to my new year being sick.&lt;br /&gt;acky.&lt;br /&gt;*clings on to pillow*&lt;br /&gt;ooo i got a baby piglet pillow!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehhee..&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;i like..&lt;br /&gt;hur hurs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hrs into my new year.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;and i noe, i jus do...uh huhs&lt;br /&gt;that this year is gona be so much better.&lt;br /&gt;i jus have this feeling&lt;br /&gt;*nods*&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of thingys happened...&lt;br /&gt;all the..&lt;br /&gt;''So romantic.'&lt;br /&gt;''So sweet.'&lt;br /&gt;''Awww'.&lt;br /&gt;while watching all the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heartbreaks. love. pain. anger. depression.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into placey too..&lt;br /&gt;*noddies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all de silly moments...&lt;br /&gt;those crazy people..&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;all de &lt;strong&gt;*smiles* blushes. screams. laughter! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grinz*&lt;br /&gt;and den there are the fights...boo that..yeah boo that!..&lt;br /&gt;hurmps.&lt;br /&gt;-looks away-&lt;br /&gt;as fer new years resolutions..&lt;br /&gt;i only have one this year.&lt;br /&gt;*nods&lt;br /&gt;thats jus to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;being happy means...&lt;br /&gt;i'll see the simple brighter side of things..&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully being happy means..&lt;br /&gt;every single wish and wat nots are granted too..&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;*nods&lt;br /&gt;thinky happy happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall!&lt;br /&gt;it's gona to be a roller coaster ride. &lt;br /&gt;a 365 day long roller coaster ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sit back. get hyped. dont forget the seatbelts :)&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;and maybe,&lt;br /&gt;jus maybe..&lt;br /&gt;bring someone along on ur ride.&lt;br /&gt;if ur scared of rides like i am.&lt;br /&gt;*Winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#FF33FF"&gt;love love&lt;br /&gt;nichole&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#9900CC"&gt;*love is more den jus words...all de lil nuances and emotions that go along wif it, de intrinsic details that I can never articulate and you can never understand, all these things, are not written, never written, and will never be written here.&lt;br /&gt;i won't cheapen anything*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-107289854086756884?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/107289854086756884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/107289854086756884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107289854086756884' title=''/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-107188588595735986</id><published>2003-12-20T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T23:03:06.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im a happy happy girl =)&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;he booked tickets fer us todae..&lt;br /&gt;reli sweet.&lt;br /&gt;-nods-&lt;br /&gt;hurhurs~&lt;br /&gt;*runs away* lolx&lt;br /&gt;*grinx*&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;*giggles*&lt;br /&gt;and im still sitting here :X&lt;br /&gt;*toinks&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;i better go get rdy&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;and that love profusion.&lt;br /&gt; yeahhh you make me feel..&lt;br /&gt; you make me know...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-107188588595735986?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/107188588595735986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/107188588595735986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2003_12_20_archive.html#107188588595735986' title=''/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-107133433180847726</id><published>2003-12-14T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T01:12:38.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anybody missed me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been awhile since i blogged..&lt;br /&gt;-nod nods-&lt;br /&gt;can never really blog what i feel..&lt;br /&gt;cos you noe there are watchful eyes&lt;br /&gt;looking at every entry...&lt;br /&gt;therefore de entries becomes kinda superficial&lt;br /&gt;these watchful eyes onli see what they wanna see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran a bath scattered with rose petals&lt;br /&gt;fer no one today...&lt;br /&gt;den watched them collect along the porcelain bottom&lt;br /&gt;as it drained without being touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could answer a lot of things i do.&lt;br /&gt;-nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+*nichole*+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior=scroll direction="up" scrollamount="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont forget ill hold your head&lt;br /&gt;watch the night sky fading red&lt;br /&gt;don't you wake up yet, cause soon ill be leaving you&lt;br /&gt;soon ill be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me&lt;br /&gt;just because you felt it doesnt mean its there....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-107133433180847726?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/107133433180847726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/107133433180847726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107133433180847726' title=''/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-107133325815002945</id><published>2003-12-14T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T00:20:41.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time started: 12.16 am&lt;br /&gt;Name : Nichole&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate : 04-07-88 &lt;br /&gt;birth place: Thomson medical hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Home town : singapore  &lt;br /&gt;Pri School :chij olgc&lt;br /&gt;Sec School : chij st josephs   &lt;br /&gt;Siblings : only child! wheeee&lt;br /&gt;Righty/Lefty: righty  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~Your Looks~~~~~ &gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour : ask my hair..heex :P&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour : light brown &lt;br /&gt;Contacts/Glasses: sun glasses count? &lt;br /&gt;Any Piercings: 3 &lt;br /&gt;Any Rings : nar &lt;br /&gt;What shoes do you wear : my marie claires..hahas i love my shoes you know.&lt;br /&gt;How old do you look? : old enuff and Young enuff.&lt;br /&gt;How old do you act? : three..hehe lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~Just Lately~~~~~ &gt; &lt;br /&gt;How are you today: fine as always..tts if u believe every word I say&lt;br /&gt;What pants are you wearing: im not wearing pants *shakes headie*&lt;br /&gt;What does your hair look like at the moment: toussled dry.kinda messed up.lolx&lt;br /&gt;What song are you listening to right now: something corporate -globes and maps.i reli love this song.i find it reli beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate: fruit cake.yummy yummy&lt;br /&gt;How is the weather right now: cloudy and windy and darky!&lt;br /&gt;The last person you talked to on the phone: daph.abt an hr ago!Caught me wen I was sleeping this morn too,lolx tt girl can keep ringing 100 times until I &lt;br /&gt;Pick up de phone.unbelievable.heh&lt;br /&gt;Last Bra Worn:*Winks* go figure.. &lt;br /&gt;Last Cd you bought:: gosh so long ago cant rem..hellos 2 all my mp3s *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~More About You~~~~~ &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave day: Friday nights! and the whole of the sats!&lt;br /&gt;Least fave day : Sunday.cos the week ends.yeahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;Flower :only red roses&lt;br /&gt;Fave band:nichole loves Something corporate alot! &amp; The vines.&lt;br /&gt;What are the last four digits of your home phone?8530&lt;br /&gt;If you were a crayon what color would you be?  pink with sliver sparkles! Definitely glow in the dark..hehee  &lt;br /&gt;What sport do you hate the most: the sport of  you and me playing hide and seek. Too bad im still hiding and you havent found me. Yes. I call that a sport. Nicholes theory.&lt;br /&gt;How many phones do you have in your house: as in house phones? 3&lt;br /&gt;animals: hahah the lil boy! Luff him loadies.&lt;br /&gt;Place for a dream house: ummm,sumwhere near the city where all the fun is..but sumwhere private at the same time. Near a beach wld be good! heh&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sprained/broken/fracured anything:yes.my wrist wen i was younger.&lt;br /&gt;Who would you tell your dreams to: everyone hu's willing to listen.lolx. frens mostly.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the loudest friend: hahah too many! &lt;br /&gt;You want more piercings:yes sure! right thru the non-existent heart.&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared of : of what. blank? yes i am extremely afraid of blanks and irresponsiveness.Im afraid of the dark! Yes I am..lolx..im still a lil girl. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~You and Love~~~~~ &gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?: I don't.do I?yes I don't.attraction yes.love no.love takes time.-nods-&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love : yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend: *smirks* wat say you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush?: I have a crush? I do? I do? lolx&lt;br /&gt;What song do you want played at ur wedding: sumthing sweet &amp; meaningful..:)&lt;br /&gt;Lights on/off:  off. :)&lt;br /&gt;do u like sun snow rain ? rain. &lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter: summer! but i like winter snow !lolx&lt;br /&gt;Mud or Jell-O wrestling: jell-o!hehe *nods*&lt;br /&gt;skiing or boarding : boarding!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Day or night: night &lt;br /&gt;diamond or pearl:diamond!!!!!sparkley sparkley girls best frens.lolx&lt;br /&gt;Sunset or sunrise: sunset! &lt;br /&gt;Most important thing to you in a friendship is : trust and support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Have You Ever~~~~~ &gt; &lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry: I'll tell you if u can find the tears I shed.&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on someone:cheat on me. Ill cheat on u 12 times more.hahas :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Finish the sentence~~~~~&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss...so many people. Fer 4820340242 reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I Wish...all my wishes come true. Cos I have toooo many.yay!&lt;br /&gt;I'm Annoyed by... erms...pple munching on potato chips reli loud! yeahh *nods* and rude people.&lt;br /&gt;I Am... princess of the castle!!&lt;br /&gt;I Want to Be...swimming in a chocolate river with chocolate boats and fishes!and there will be a gaint chocolate waterfall!and a giant chocolate sun would be shinning down on me wif chocolate clouds floating around!hahas okie.EVERYTHING WILL BE MADE OF CHOCOLATE but me.hehehe all my chocolate fantasy's...&lt;br /&gt;I Would Never...walk around naked in town fer a million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;I'd Rather... watch you fall asleep. aww&lt;br /&gt;I Will Always be...me. 26 sides to nichole and it's funny how you'll never understand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-107133325815002945?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/107133325815002945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/107133325815002945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107133325815002945' title=''/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-106994223360368714</id><published>2003-11-27T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T03:33:12.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT SIZE="2"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#FFFFFF"&gt;I'm having halloween this christmas&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#FFFFFF"&gt;bite me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-106994223360368714?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106994223360368714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106994223360368714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2003_11_27_archive.html#106994223360368714' title=''/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-106960104362876322</id><published>2003-11-23T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T11:28:01.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;yes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nods*&lt;br /&gt;here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda found a jobby in orchard.&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;the mOmmie doesnT allow!&lt;br /&gt;*mumbles*&lt;br /&gt;HUrmps!&lt;br /&gt;acky.&lt;br /&gt;shall try persuding later..&lt;br /&gt;hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;must be sweeter!&lt;br /&gt;-nods-&lt;br /&gt;*pours sugary syrupy over self*&lt;br /&gt;ummm....&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this queer but scary nightmare last night.&lt;br /&gt;but now as i think back.&lt;br /&gt;its pretty silly &lt;br /&gt;hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;imagine - &lt;br /&gt;the number of carrot sticks u receive is the way you will die.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe btw.&lt;br /&gt;have u all seen this gatsby hair wax avdert on telly?&lt;br /&gt;OMg its so cuteeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;makes me laff so much&lt;br /&gt;*sings*&lt;br /&gt;*gatsby gatsby lalalala*&lt;br /&gt;hehe silly.&lt;br /&gt;gets me into fits of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;*giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe....&lt;br /&gt;goin bowling on tues at cine.&lt;br /&gt;yuh-huhs&lt;br /&gt;the last time i wen bowling &lt;br /&gt;instead of the ball going down the lane,&lt;br /&gt;it ended up making this HORRID bouncey rolly noise &lt;br /&gt;cos i threw &lt;br /&gt;it on the marble floor .&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;br /&gt;i din mean to..&lt;br /&gt;*hides face*&lt;br /&gt;no no no nopey.&lt;br /&gt;no more throwing-ball-into-lane-but-ending-up-between-pples-legs.&lt;br /&gt;nah uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss u all like pink elephants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeahhhh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;-nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if only it wld rain tonite.&lt;br /&gt;-nods-&lt;br /&gt;i cld snuggle up in bed.&lt;br /&gt;and fall asleep like  the way i did on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;and no one wld have 2 carry me into bed.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs dreamily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#990099"&gt;*+Nichole+*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *i'm reli not that gifted to know what ur thinking &lt;br /&gt;   this isnt my stubbornness&lt;br /&gt;   or some sort of escape..&lt;br /&gt;   you said i'm just like a child,&lt;br /&gt;   always loving to puzzle you&lt;br /&gt;   i said u're the one who's like a child&lt;br /&gt; *always having me to explain to you to understand.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior=scroll direction="up" scrollamount="1"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#CC33FF"&gt;~*And when your smile glows on your face like that, you hid your face and breathed down my neck and then you never moved and I had to ask if you were alive and prod you and you mumbled, 'I think I'm stuck.'*~&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-106960104362876322?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106960104362876322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106960104362876322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106960104362876322' title=''/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-10695187859860441</id><published>2003-11-23T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T08:06:19.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mei you ni zai wo you duo nan hao&lt;br /&gt;mei you ni fan wo you duo fan nao&lt;br /&gt;ni dui wo you duo zhong yao &lt;br /&gt;wo hou hui mei rang ni zhi dao&lt;br /&gt;an jing de ting ni sa jiao&lt;br /&gt;wo dong wo ye zhi dao&lt;br /&gt;ni mei you she bu de&lt;br /&gt;ni shuo ni ye hui nan guo&lt;br /&gt;wo bu xiang xin&lt;br /&gt;ker shi&lt;br /&gt;bu yong dan xin de tai duo&lt;br /&gt;wo hui yi zhi hao hao guo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni yi jing yuan yuan li kai&lt;br /&gt;wo ye hui man man zou kai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei shen me wo lian fen kai dou qian jiu zhe ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-10695187859860441?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/10695187859860441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/10695187859860441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#10695187859860441' title=''/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-106926813209410441</id><published>2003-11-20T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T21:08:00.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are the half-conscious victim under the bus. The license plate reads, 'Love'.&lt;br /&gt;You were just minding your own business when it hit you. I am the guilty driver holding your hand, trying to keep you awake, trying to keep you alive. &lt;br /&gt;You asked me how did this happen.&lt;br /&gt;I said it wasn't intentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your begining to cough out blood.&lt;br /&gt;i hope the doctor comes soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*would u even tell her when you decide to make the sky fall?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- she will work her way into your heart and pitch a tent in there and stay warm in there and attach herself there and she'll come out when you need her and she will be your little girl and you can keep her in your drawer and she will clutch and hold on to you when she's insecure and she'll pinch you when you're being bitchy and grumpy or moody and she will stay beside you, she will stay.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+(nichole)+*+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-106926813209410441?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106926813209410441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106926813209410441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2003_11_20_archive.html#106926813209410441' title=''/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-106926745136602722</id><published>2003-11-20T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T03:24:53.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~quizzes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://kurokioku.net/quiz/fruit/peach.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the fruity fruit quiz&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made by &lt;a href="mailto:raven0n@hotmail.com"&gt;rav-chan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kurokioku.net/quiz/fruit/" target="_blank"&gt;Check out which fruit you are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062440431_ten.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is ten years old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is ten years old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether&lt;br&gt;I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost&lt;br&gt;in a good book, or giggling with my best&lt;br&gt;friend, I live in a world apart, one full of&lt;br&gt;adventure and wonder and other stuff adults&lt;br&gt;don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056290285_Ahappiness.JPG" border="0" alt="You represent... happiness."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You represent... happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, are you full of cheer or what...?  You have a&lt;br&gt;sunny disposition and enjoy trying to spread&lt;br&gt;your happiness.  You have a tendency to be a&lt;br&gt;little hyper, but you have the ability to make&lt;br&gt;your own fun no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20feeling%20do%20you%20represent%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What feeling do you represent?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-106926745136602722?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106926745136602722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106926745136602722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2003_11_20_archive.html#106926745136602722' title=''/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-106907843312766824</id><published>2003-11-17T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T01:36:32.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my head is slowly tilting to the left... &lt;br /&gt;*tilts head* &lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are not making sense of themselves. &lt;br /&gt;trailing off..... &lt;br /&gt;why not let them go huhs? &lt;br /&gt;they're already going...or gone? &lt;br /&gt;things feel soft inside,eyes half closed, &lt;br /&gt;just enough vision to see muh fingers moving .. &lt;br /&gt;i don't know if the words are coming out right .. &lt;br /&gt;i'm slowly reaching out to the bits that can grasp... &lt;br /&gt;thoughts slip between like sand can... &lt;br /&gt;cos &lt;br /&gt;*roars softly* &lt;br /&gt;IM oh soooo so very tired &lt;br /&gt;*plops into chair* &lt;br /&gt;and i dunnoe what im doing here blogging. &lt;br /&gt;bleahs &lt;br /&gt;neways &lt;br /&gt;I wen to town again todae &lt;br /&gt;hehex &lt;br /&gt;oh my lordy. &lt;br /&gt;walked thru the whole of town. &lt;br /&gt;and all over my body aches again fer walking for abt 8 hrs! &lt;br /&gt;my body always aches. &lt;br /&gt;i need 2 snuggle up in bed soon. &lt;br /&gt;-nods- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen to the paragon roof top &lt;br /&gt;uh huh &lt;br /&gt;never been there b4 &lt;br /&gt;so me and daph wen there 2 take a looky. &lt;br /&gt;*smiles* &lt;br /&gt;not to bad &lt;br /&gt;kinda hot. &lt;br /&gt;but but i think it'll be reli romantic at nite. &lt;br /&gt;i think it'll be a good place 2 talk wif ur loved one &lt;br /&gt;or argUE! &lt;br /&gt;hahas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i found a lil stone there! &lt;br /&gt;and it had the word "chance" written on it. &lt;br /&gt;*ponders* &lt;br /&gt;chance chance chance.. &lt;br /&gt;take ur chances.... &lt;br /&gt;meaning u sld aways take a risk?always try...? &lt;br /&gt;no matter wat the outcome might be... &lt;br /&gt;hehehe and i took it. &lt;br /&gt;:X &lt;br /&gt;im not stealing am i? &lt;br /&gt;Lolx &lt;br /&gt;I DUN CARE &lt;br /&gt;its free &lt;br /&gt;god must be telling me sumthing. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha &lt;br /&gt;*takes out of baggy* &lt;br /&gt;*stares at it* &lt;br /&gt;and behind it has the word. &lt;br /&gt;"understand" &lt;br /&gt;ummm.. &lt;br /&gt;i never understand. &lt;br /&gt;all things. &lt;br /&gt;help me understand, &lt;br /&gt;please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this evening. &lt;br /&gt;me and daph were sitting down talking &lt;br /&gt;and laffing like silly pple. &lt;br /&gt;cos we were playing wif the black and white nailpolish. &lt;br /&gt;then wen i turned around, &lt;br /&gt;there was this guy sitting beside me &lt;br /&gt;looking down at my BUtt? &lt;br /&gt;*shakes head* &lt;br /&gt;she blamed it on my low slung jeans. &lt;br /&gt;I wear all my pants that way.i like it that way. &lt;br /&gt;and and besides its not like i was showing anything off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. sucha pervert Kays! &lt;br /&gt;so i stared at him and then turned 2 face him. &lt;br /&gt;i think he got embarrassed &lt;br /&gt;he kept smiling. &lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed. &lt;br /&gt;so i bend down and started staring at his pants.lolx &lt;br /&gt;AND AFTER ALL THAT &lt;br /&gt;HE tired looking AT my chest! &lt;br /&gt;*slaps* &lt;br /&gt;even tho i was holding a mag 2 cover. &lt;br /&gt;sumtimes. &lt;br /&gt;u jus wish sum one was ard to take care of u. &lt;br /&gt;then he tried making small talk &lt;br /&gt;sucha Twity nutty. &lt;br /&gt;hurmps &lt;br /&gt;then he started asking my age and all that &lt;br /&gt;and proceeded 2 say i had good english. &lt;br /&gt;*frowns* &lt;br /&gt;umm i do?..lets see.. &lt;br /&gt;heh the novelty of knowledge... &lt;br /&gt;it is perhaps a little scary. &lt;br /&gt;my uncaring enlightenment &lt;br /&gt;which finds more interest in the momentary up &lt;br /&gt;against the seeking complex of my intellect. &lt;br /&gt;how to combine the two? &lt;br /&gt;the former never needs, &lt;br /&gt;while the later knows infinite abundance &lt;br /&gt;the something of nothingness or the infinite infinities &lt;br /&gt;*sighs* i must recapture the paradox. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha &lt;br /&gt;good enuff english? &lt;br /&gt;Lolx &lt;br /&gt;*turns away* &lt;br /&gt;*giggles* &lt;br /&gt;the lack.. the lack.. &lt;br /&gt;pls learn 2 respect a girl. &lt;br /&gt;ur lucky u din get close enuff.. &lt;br /&gt;cos which ever guy that messes wif me is in lotsa trouble! &lt;br /&gt;hee :P &lt;br /&gt;-nods hard- &lt;br /&gt;and and the shop salesgirl opposite kept laffing at wat i did. &lt;br /&gt;:X &lt;br /&gt;his mother sure din teach him. &lt;br /&gt;*Shakes finger* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ryan has been a good husband these days &lt;br /&gt;hehe *hugs* &lt;br /&gt;thanks okie girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am achey and sleepy and wana suggley into beddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me need losta sleepy &lt;br /&gt;*curls into bed* &lt;br /&gt;*babyfairy flies off to lala land* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nichole &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Love doesn't need possession.don't bother.* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-106907843312766824?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106907843312766824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106907843312766824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2003_11_17_archive.html#106907843312766824' title=''/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-106907630148924603</id><published>2003-11-17T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:39:30.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quizzy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My desktop shows: &lt;br /&gt;light rainbowy wallpaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Book I'm reading: &lt;br /&gt;only mag's these days.i wana get my hands on the 5th harry potter book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On my mouse pad: &lt;br /&gt;none.I wan the piggy 1 lots. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite board game: &lt;br /&gt;monopoly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite magazine: &lt;br /&gt;celo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite smell: &lt;br /&gt;moonflower perfume! yummy. im using it so of cos i like it!lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Least favorite smell:&lt;br /&gt;garbage? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Worst feeling in the world:&lt;br /&gt;embarrassment..saddness..Loneliness..Heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite sound:&lt;br /&gt;chimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. First thing I think of when I wake up in the morning:&lt;br /&gt;water.wheres my water?or wheres the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. favorite animal:&lt;br /&gt;cats.piglets.elephants.ponys.only mint is an exception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Favorite color: &lt;br /&gt;pink.black.white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do I like my name?: &lt;br /&gt;Yeaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I was named after: &lt;br /&gt;no one.they wanted 2 name me natasha but called me nichole instead.so YAY.i dun like natasha.-shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;sweet stuff.jap food.chocolateee lot lot lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do I drive fast?: &lt;br /&gt;of course ! or i'll lose out in a game of daytona &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Chocolate or vanilla?: &lt;br /&gt;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Worst disaster I fear: &lt;br /&gt;the whole of singapore being bombed...dun laff.lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Storms, cool or scary?: &lt;br /&gt;scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. My first car: &lt;br /&gt;sporty and curvy. sliver one please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Dead or alive, I would like to meet: &lt;br /&gt;god.my grandparents.roah dahl.lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Zodiac sign: &lt;br /&gt;dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite drink: &lt;br /&gt;vanilla coke.root beer.peach tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite vegetable: &lt;br /&gt;is a potato a veg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If I could have any job, it would be:&lt;br /&gt;entertainer/singer/dancer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Hair, long or short: &lt;br /&gt;long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Times I've been in love:&lt;br /&gt;i'll know it wen i feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Glass, half-empty or half-full:&lt;br /&gt;half full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do I type with my fingers over the right keys? &lt;br /&gt;sumtimes...i make lotsa errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite movies: &lt;br /&gt;the crow..watched wen i was young :) james and the giant peach?ice age?nite b4 christmas? lolx too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What's under my bed?: &lt;br /&gt;nothing. dust bunnies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Lucky number: &lt;br /&gt;1, 3 and 67&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite sport to watch:&lt;br /&gt;basketball.figure skating.gymnastics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. PC or Mac: &lt;br /&gt;pc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. On my nightstand: &lt;br /&gt;clock. air con remote. small teddy.pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Pillows on my bed: &lt;br /&gt;always remain on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. In case of fire, I'll take:&lt;br /&gt;mint.my wallet.all my photos and letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I admire: &lt;br /&gt;the way i live in my own lil world thats so much better than this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Best thing ever invented: &lt;br /&gt;the air conditioner.guitar.cam's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Most influential person: &lt;br /&gt;my friends. they should all be sales promoters. perfect persuasive skills hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Favorite place(s): &lt;br /&gt;home.beaches under starry skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do I say my prayers?: &lt;br /&gt;sumtimes.usually b4 i go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Minutes I spend in the shower: &lt;br /&gt;depends.the least 5mins, most 2 hrs. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Most prized possession: &lt;br /&gt;family.things dun matter as much as people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. My best asset: &lt;br /&gt;brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Jewellery I wear always:&lt;br /&gt;my ruby cross chain.and it cost abt $400..gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Coke or Pepsi:&lt;br /&gt;coke &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What I had for breakfast: &lt;br /&gt;i had lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Favorite time of the year: &lt;br /&gt;july.dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. If I were a cartoon character, I would be:&lt;br /&gt;pucca or aya in the anime aya shino ceres&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-106907630148924603?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106907630148924603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106907630148924603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2003_11_17_archive.html#106907630148924603' title=''/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-106890442874321160</id><published>2003-11-15T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T22:43:24.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up and called this morning&lt;br /&gt;The tone of your voice was a warning&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;em&gt;you don't care for me anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up the bed we sleep in&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the clock when you creep in&lt;br /&gt;It's 6 a. m. and I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you know when you go&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect ending&lt;br /&gt;To the bad day I was just beginning&lt;br /&gt;When you go all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You're my favorite mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are sorry for me&lt;br /&gt;They watch &lt;em&gt;you pretend to adore me&lt;br /&gt;But I'm no fool to this game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes your secret lover&lt;br /&gt;She'd be unlike any other&lt;br /&gt;Until your guilt goes up in flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my favorite mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;em&gt;maybe nothin' lasts forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you stay together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need forever after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your laughter won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;I'm holding on this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know, could you tell&lt;br /&gt;You were the only one&lt;br /&gt;That I ever loved&lt;br /&gt;Now everything's so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you see me walking by?&lt;br /&gt;Did it ever make you cry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're my favorite mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-106890442874321160?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106890442874321160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106890442874321160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2003_11_15_archive.html#106890442874321160' title=''/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-106874494981369662</id><published>2003-11-14T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T02:27:13.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*friction isnt perfect*</title><content type='html'>nichole's lil playgroud was orchard todae.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body hurts.&lt;br /&gt;my toes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;my neck hurts.&lt;br /&gt;my back hurts.&lt;br /&gt;all our walkieS~!&lt;br /&gt;and all i can do is go to my bed fer comfort.&lt;br /&gt;good nuff&lt;br /&gt;fer nows...:D&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but am still a happy girly yeah!&lt;br /&gt;*wide grinZ*&lt;br /&gt;yuH-hUhs&lt;br /&gt;falalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in orchard wen i finally decided to get the hallmark&lt;br /&gt;pigGY mouse pad!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;shOOOoo shooo darn cUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;omg sucha cute piggy of a thingy majiggy kays!&lt;br /&gt;and then..&lt;br /&gt;it was allll sold out..&lt;br /&gt;-gasp-&lt;br /&gt;so dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*&lt;br /&gt;nvm ill get it sum other day.&lt;br /&gt;and and u noe they have all those beanie soft toy thingys&lt;br /&gt;SO nice to PLAY!&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;but oh so expensive fer sumthing like dat.&lt;br /&gt;and isnt that cuddly neways.hurmps&lt;br /&gt;teddy bears still nicer.&lt;br /&gt;-nod nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had crampys fer the first part of the afternoon tho.&lt;br /&gt;sowwy fer troubling that gal.&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;made her stop every 5 mins jus so i cld sit down and rest.:X&lt;br /&gt;but it helped cos it wen away after awhile :)&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i noe wat cramps equals soon.&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longgy day so much more to say.&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe how to continue.&lt;br /&gt;dun wana continue.&lt;br /&gt;go imagine.&lt;br /&gt;cos im a tired tired girl.&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s&lt;br /&gt;please learn to love drinking vanilla coke.. &lt;br /&gt;or u'll b slaughtered by our 1450  million soldiers. &lt;br /&gt;u hear me..?! -glares-&lt;br /&gt;i'm enlightened&lt;br /&gt;whee hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite nites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#FFFFFF"&gt;*walks out of  the room in my teddy bear PJs..*&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#FF3366"&gt;*+^nichole^+*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior=scroll direction="up" scrollamount="1"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#6600CC"&gt;+*+*+if I get too tired to make it, please be my breath so I can walk, and If I need some other love, give me more than I can stand.Just hold me and then could you just hold me again and I'd like to noe if I couldn't sleep could you sleep? cos I know you think I need a lot*+*&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>**laced up**</title><content type='html'>HEys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i wana go back into bed...&lt;br /&gt;hugging my bloster...&lt;br /&gt;sinking my head in the pillow..&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in my blankey..&lt;br /&gt;and back into lala land...&lt;br /&gt;butterflies,floaty bunnies,flying piggys&lt;br /&gt;-sheepish grin-&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt i canT!&lt;br /&gt;*kicks bed*&lt;br /&gt;cos these mornings i keep getting woken up by phone calls!&lt;br /&gt;*frowns*&lt;br /&gt;*looks at toes*&lt;br /&gt;*looks back up*&lt;br /&gt;phone calls phone calls phone calls..&lt;br /&gt;heres a hint..i get reli freaking cranky..&lt;br /&gt;untill i pick up the phone that is...:X&lt;br /&gt;then ill start doing sum silly stomping thingy and go argggghhhhhhh!!~&lt;br /&gt;and i'll give sum drunken voice.&lt;br /&gt;then they'll ask.."Are yew sleeping?"&lt;br /&gt;and i always say "noooooooooooou"&lt;br /&gt;altho.my eyes are already half closed.and im drooling all over the phone lolx.&lt;br /&gt;and sumtimes i pick up the phone blabble nonsense and go back to sleep and and dun even rem that i even picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;*smacks self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a weird dreamy today..&lt;br /&gt;i think...i prefer to keep it to myself.lolx&lt;br /&gt;bu yao xiang yy!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaps yaps yaps yaps yaps yaps &lt;br /&gt;*nod nod nods*&lt;br /&gt;gotta get  ready soon...&lt;br /&gt;yUh-Huhs&lt;br /&gt;btw.I think every1 should play loud music while getting REAdY!&lt;br /&gt;it gets u into the mood&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;u jump around while trying to get into ur pants.&lt;br /&gt;and then shake ur head till ur hair gets messy.&lt;br /&gt;But its FUN!&lt;br /&gt;heh so go try!&lt;br /&gt;-winks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and darlink.Tuesday's a DAte YAR&lt;br /&gt;u go plan the timey kays.&lt;br /&gt;nichole wans her beauty sleep so not too too early.&lt;br /&gt;heex.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to wear a skirt and she said&lt;br /&gt;NO skirts!&lt;br /&gt;fine fine fine&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*&lt;br /&gt;no skirts.&lt;br /&gt;jeans jeans jeans&lt;br /&gt;must be causal..&lt;br /&gt;shorts and singlet+slippers?&lt;br /&gt;and then u can bring those red plastic baggys to put our things in..hahas&lt;br /&gt;maybe if sumone pays me $1000000 i'll do it..anytakers?&lt;br /&gt;*laffs*&lt;br /&gt;*looks around*&lt;br /&gt;ummmm...&lt;br /&gt;I thinky..i wana orh orh a teeeeeeeny bity more..&lt;br /&gt;-nods-&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;then ill get ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;*bounces into bed*&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#FF3399"&gt;+*+nicky+*+ &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate" bgcolor="#663399" width="400"&gt;~sOmetimes words unsaid can hurt 2 people~ &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-106827663778210638?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106827663778210638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106827663778210638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2003_11_08_archive.html#106827663778210638' title='**laced up**'/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-106813097762285460</id><published>2003-11-06T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T03:59:39.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^*^its jus me sprawled on the floor,laughing myself 2 sleep..^*^</title><content type='html'>HEyiEee~&lt;br /&gt;lalallala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda got home not to long ago....&lt;br /&gt;the day wasnt to bad :P&lt;br /&gt;i think i enjoy lounging around in my pajamas..&lt;br /&gt;seems 2 be my fashion code these daes...&lt;br /&gt;lolx. =)&lt;br /&gt;*models pajamas*&lt;br /&gt;*does a lil twirl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh my lord!&lt;br /&gt;i ate a whole can of peaches!&lt;br /&gt;and yesHY, all of it at once. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm sho sho sho  bloated wif peaches, plus de syrupy thingy in it.&lt;br /&gt;too much sugar...have a feeling im gona be reli hyper tonites..&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeee *prances around* &lt;br /&gt;i can feel them swimming in my tummy now.. &lt;br /&gt;swimming up, down, left, right.. &lt;br /&gt;n even upside down. -gasp- heehee&lt;br /&gt;makes my tummy smile....&lt;br /&gt;i think :P&lt;br /&gt;weehee hee. madness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PEACHES HAVE INVADED MY TUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONday!i cant go out...&lt;br /&gt;gotta go sumwhere else wif daphY instead.&lt;br /&gt;Booked booked booked&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;which means......&lt;br /&gt;i can onli take pics on wed?&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*&lt;br /&gt;and tuesday= MY date wif the "fake fairy" darlink..lolx.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can make it, if norts then...&lt;br /&gt;I NOE UR UNDERSTANDING&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;*nudge nudge*&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;br /&gt;any 1 else wana book me?&lt;br /&gt;*smirks*&lt;br /&gt;boy boy..i need'da pom pom..&lt;br /&gt;sho tatas.....&lt;br /&gt;sweetdreamys 2 all sleeping soon &lt;br /&gt;*huggies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+*+NIchole+*+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#FFFF33"&gt;*takes me rubber duckie and proceeds 2 the bathroom*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-106813097762285460?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106813097762285460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106813097762285460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2003_11_06_archive.html#106813097762285460' title='^*^its jus me sprawled on the floor,laughing myself 2 sleep..^*^'/><author><name>nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766284704830835743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966312.post-106796021795074744</id><published>2003-11-04T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T02:24:20.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>***puppy dogs tails.sugared snails.bittersweet love-hate***</title><content type='html'>heyziee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeepieeee! i just finished me bloggy!!!&lt;br /&gt;-points up down and all around-&lt;br /&gt;its muh BAby!&lt;br /&gt;goshy..took a long timey 2 get this up and going...&lt;br /&gt;*nods headie*&lt;br /&gt;nearly wen bonkers... :P&lt;br /&gt;so i give thanks 2 kev fer helping me out,&lt;br /&gt;altho i dun reli noe yew that well&lt;br /&gt;yew still helped me :)&lt;br /&gt;and fer enduring those hours wen i prolly guess yoo felt like giving up hope!&lt;br /&gt;wen u had 2 listen to my.."HUH huh huh?wat?where?how?why?"&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;u deserve an award fer putting up wif me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its late and i dun reli feel like blogging,&lt;br /&gt;am talking to ryan nows..&lt;br /&gt;that girl wans me 2 blog abt her..&lt;br /&gt;so all i hav'ta say is....&lt;br /&gt;Silly LIon! if u ever see me again Better say HI !&lt;br /&gt;and better treat ur gf nice nice kays.&lt;br /&gt;im sure she's happy 2 get a heart-melting idiot. -winks- &lt;br /&gt;oh..and did u tell her ur my husband?&lt;br /&gt;*grinx*&lt;br /&gt;no rites..&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;better not.&lt;br /&gt;dun wana get stalked and killed.&lt;br /&gt;and stop smokinggg so much!&lt;br /&gt;rem wen i told u..that pple dun wana kiss an ashtray..&lt;br /&gt;i still mean iT!&lt;br /&gt;hehe,&lt;br /&gt;finally i can put this sumwhere 2 remind u! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*love*+&lt;br /&gt;  nichole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior=scroll direction="left"&gt;*+she wispered ur name...u din bother to hear+*&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5966312-106796021795074744?l=nicholeicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106796021795074744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5966312/posts/default/106796021795074744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicholeicious.blogspot.com/2003_11_04_archive.html#106796021795074744' title='***puppy dogs tails.sugared snails.bittersweet 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