<?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-20473630</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:41:15.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovin' life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-116035973276489667</id><published>2006-10-09T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T10:13:16.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've moved&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lavishmewithlove-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this blog is closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY THE BOUNCICLES THOUGH.&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/20473630-116035973276489667?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/116035973276489667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=116035973276489667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/116035973276489667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/116035973276489667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-moved-here-this-blog-is-closed.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-114354224376466322</id><published>2006-03-28T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:37:23.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short.</title><content type='html'>Headaches suck. Fevers suck. So in short being whomps. i was perfectly fine yesterday, then my system crashed today. i couldn't even open my eyes this morning. Major headache. And my mom gave me a lecture on sleeping early in the future. Guess what? i just nodded and grunted. i actually grunted. Oh and there's this dog upstairs that stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-114354224376466322?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/114354224376466322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=114354224376466322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114354224376466322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114354224376466322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/03/short_28.html' title='short.'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-114329512326351549</id><published>2006-03-25T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:58:47.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ERROR!</title><content type='html'>Disappointing much. choir is. i mean yeah. but doesnt matter. we'll get better. i hope. we just have to work harder and want it more than anything. yeah. i dont want to think so much about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night. oh wow. so super tiring. wanted to go to town with Rajesh, Syakir and the rest but i felt too tired. so i went back home. Vic was so nice. he took me home from ACS Barker. talked all the way home. goodness. mind blockage major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna dance all night to this DJ... random thought. i'm so late. oh, and my dad was happy this morning and he gave me 20 bucks out of the blue this morning whilst i was still sleeping. weird much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant think of anything to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-114329512326351549?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/114329512326351549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=114329512326351549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114329512326351549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114329512326351549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/03/error.html' title='ERROR!'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-114311523328409150</id><published>2006-03-23T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:05:52.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont have any idea what to ut down here today. so much has happened. sometimes it not always a good thing you know. the holidays were alright i guess. sorta like regular school days monday had choir. tuesday i stayed home and slept. wednesday it was that watercolour worshop thing. it was so cool eh. thursday choir again. friday i spent a whole day with my grand mother. saturday was choir YET AGAIN. and sunday was, interesting i guess. something big happened and i was so mortified. my reaction to the thing was shit. no seriously, i said shit. i'm such a doof. i didnt know what to say. it was like an automatic response. i didnt even let the person finish what s/he was going to say. i messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever felt like there was a day when you wake up and you have butterflies in your stomache and you just feel like something big is gonna happen? i have. thats what it felt like on sunday. so s/he told me something and i was happy/sad/confused/torn. yeah. all those feelings mixed together. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW AWFUL IT FELT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now theres this barrier between us. its like we dont talk like we used to. its as if all that time we spent as best friends went away in that moment. and s/he doesnt even look at me. it seems so strange. s/he hangs around anyone BUT me. jealous? probably. crazy? i dont think so. possesive? i hope and pray not. please please please let all this work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday(that's tomorrow) there's a choir concert with ngee ann secondary. the tour group is okay i guess. but the concert group? not so great. the altos simply cannot be heard. stupid sec ones. hopless cases. their mouths dont even open. no matter how much i love my juniors, i have to admit. they stink so bad... Save me please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUC LOVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-114311523328409150?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/114311523328409150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=114311523328409150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114311523328409150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114311523328409150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-114251236605484764</id><published>2006-03-16T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:32:46.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one liner</title><content type='html'>BLAH! i'm bored. choir is crazy. i like fries. billy martin is cool. i think i'm sticking to one liners today. i'm tired. my throst hurts. i want water. good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-114251236605484764?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/114251236605484764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=114251236605484764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114251236605484764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114251236605484764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-liner.html' title='one liner'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-114230760116887478</id><published>2006-03-14T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:42:13.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i found this thing and i thought it was really beautiful and just had to post it. I just know you guys will like it. it's just brillant. i'm working to write like that. read it carefully. and then read it again. Repetition: i know you will like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold, snowy Monday night on the sidewalks of New York City. Snow drifted down from the sky, landing in hair and on lips and tongues. There was laughter and yelling, people running through the inches of snow, snowballs whizzing past cars and hitting shop windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of the store came out and yelled angrily, shaking his fist at the poor girl who had thrown the snowball. Laughing, her boyfriend grabbed her and dragged her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watched all of this silently as he walked along the street, averting his eyes as he glanced down at his feet. His feet crunched in the snow along the sidewalk, his own footprints mixing with the hundreds of people that had walked the sidewalk before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snowball smashed on the wall mere inches from his nose snow hitting his new jacket, the soft wetness of it soaking in. He reached up and wiped the snow off his cheek and turned to where a teenager was standing, looking at him in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry!" He called in mortification as his friend yanked him along, trying desperately not to laugh. A small smile crept across the man's face as he shook his head, sending drops of snow that had already melted flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a handsome man, in his early twenties. With shaggy black hair that never laid flat and bright grey eyes, women flocked to him. But he had only ever wanted one woman and he had gotten her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had always told him he was too young to be married. His mother. His father. His sister. His brothers. His best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, he had always been stubborn. Always doing what he wanted, not what anyone else told him he should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, it had been a horrible idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kicked a snowball lying in front of him. A door opened, and the smell of coffee wafted out. The man sighed, pushing on past the coffee shop. He was going to make it home without any delays at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had worked out, for about a year. Well, it was a year before he found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her, it had worked for half a year before she got sick of him and cheated on him with some soccer hot-shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, she was one of those girls that was simply never satisfied. She always wanted more, and when it was given to her, it was never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was the reason that he was out walking on a cold, snowy January night. He needed to get some fresh air, to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ears were freezing, and he was pretty sure they were beet red. The air was nippy but not extremely cold, which was why the snow was coming down in big, white fluffy snowflakes, landing in his hair and melting, drops of water falling onto his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the problem of having dark hair. When it snowed, it looked as though you had dandruff. Well very big dandruff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was nearing one of the busiest streets in New York. He knew that he would most likely be glared at, sneered at, shoved, winked at, and practically frisked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he also knew that he was going to be smiled at by someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, not known to a lot of people, could make someone's day amazing. No matter who it is that gives the smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all that he needed. A smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He crossed onto the busiest street, feeling people shove him, just as he had predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy with a Mohawk sneered at him, just as he had predicted. An attractive blonde wearing nearly nothing winked at him, just as he had predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, though, his prediction about being frisked did not come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened just as he turned the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had one of those moments? That moment when a couple seconds feels like a lifetime? Where two pairs of eyes meet, and it's as though the world has stopped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't particularly tall. She wasn't blonde. She wasn't a skinny stick. She was just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was about five foot four, maybe a little taller, with short black hair. There was a light pink streak at the front of her hair, setting off her bright green eyes. When she moved, her hair followed her, swinging around her shoulders as much as her short hair could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time that passed when their eyes met felt like a hundred years, when, in reality, it had only been a couple of seconds. It was as though, within those few seconds that their eyes met, he could see into her soul, and she could see into his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the girl for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was another man standing next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't seem to notice how she seemed to tune out what he was saying, her eyes finding the ones belonging to the handsome man that she felt she had known forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to be around the same age as him, maybe a little younger, maybe a little older. You could never really tell with women, since they had all those makeup tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until then, the most attractive woman he had ever known was his ex-wife, who was blonde and skinny with rather large breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing how a few seconds could change the remainder of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should have been happy; having the most beautiful girl he had ever seen taking an interest in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was with another man. And he knew that he could never compete with another man and what's more, it was very likely that they were never see each other again as long as they lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this, she almost started crying right there on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought how amazing it was how much you can think in the time frame of a couple seconds. What his life would have been like if he had her, the things they would have done, how happy they could have made each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she supposed it wasn't meant to be. God was subtle, sure, but he wasn't malicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they passed each other, on that cold, snowy January night, the thoughts of what their lives could have been like weighed them down as their lives were changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as they walked past each other, and time slowed just for them, and their eyes sought the others, the girl smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time went on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-114230760116887478?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/114230760116887478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=114230760116887478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114230760116887478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114230760116887478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/03/beautiful.html' title='BEAUTIFUL'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-114225433948537330</id><published>2006-03-13T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:52:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Choir stank today. We definitely bombed this time. Ms Lim wants to quit. She says she not sure when, but its definitely gonna be this year. This shit whomps big time. i don't know about the concert group. But the competition group seem pretty un-serious about this thing. But you know what? I've never wanted anything so much before. i want to go on &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; trip and get &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;Recognition&lt;/b&gt; from the entire whole entire bloody world. More than ANYTHING. Could i emphasize anymore? Probably not... But i do want this as bad as a certain other thing. Yeah. That thing. Oh well.. i cant dwell on this thing forever. So... ON TO BETTER THINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94997204@N00/111911654/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="jake" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/111911654_473ba0e5d8_m.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T HE HOT? i think I'm in loooove. Never mind the pink hair and shirt. LOOK AT HIS GORGEOUS FACE! HAHA. In my brilliant fantasy... Woah. It would be Sooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways so i don't feel like elaborating on my dumb day anymore so Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-114225433948537330?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/114225433948537330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=114225433948537330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114225433948537330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114225433948537330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/03/choir-stank-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-114217006506217581</id><published>2006-03-12T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:31:17.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT TO GO TO AN AFTER PARTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;so its sunday. whoopie. i cant wait for tomorrow. it's the holidays! i love them. finally. after 2 months of hard schooling. whew. cant believe it passed by soooo damn quickly. LOVE IT. imma list down all the things i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)my guitar&lt;br /&gt;2)my dogs&lt;br /&gt;3)Lois, shiyi, xiao yan, samantha, chulien, and loads of other people.&lt;br /&gt;4)chocolates&lt;br /&gt;5)service learning(it wasnt that bad in the end)&lt;br /&gt;6)my grandfather&lt;br /&gt;7)candy and gummies&lt;br /&gt;8)baby pictures, both mine and others&lt;br /&gt;9)writing&lt;br /&gt;10)FICTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's top 10 and i'm an uber lazy ass to type down more. i wish that my school would give us homework via internet and we submit vis internet. tell me. how cool would that be? no more writing my poor fingers off. just typing all day. soooo damn simple. and no pain just pretty pretty fingers. and also no more pieces of tattered papers and files that go missing. just simply back up what ever you have on a thumb drive and thats it. whoo... majorly cool aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-114217006506217581?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/114217006506217581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=114217006506217581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114217006506217581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114217006506217581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-to-go-to-after-party.html' title='I WANT TO GO TO AN AFTER PARTY'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-114191502300907842</id><published>2006-03-09T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:37:03.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've often wondered what the meaning of a heart as cold  and as heavy as ice meant. now i know. it's that feeling of dread and your heart feels like its deep in your gut. and it feels like super heavy and its as if its gonna drop any minute as soon as you let it go. if things dont change soon and i dont find out about some things soon i think i might die. i've never felt like this. i've never thought of myself being this way.. I DONT KNOW WHO THIS BLOODY PERSON IS! then i also dont want to know who that other person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE. the person who i'm asking to sod off is &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;abhilash latiff.(not that he'll ever read this tho) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that ewuch persson or thing. total digust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today was mostly group work lah. aunty jane disappeared. where did she go to? i mean it doesnt matter that she was a grumpy old lady. she shouldnt have to transfer to anywhere. just because she's not exactly the brightest person around is not a really good reason right? shiyi says i'm complaining alot these days. i think she might be right. but then again. i'm totally proving the fact that i'm human and i dislike loads of things =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;happy sad elated depressed escastic glumpy confused cloud9 wicked gloomy. tell me why life always gives you stuff that you never want to deal with to deal with? i'm dry swallowing a pink pill. i feel fear in a handful of dust. quote from stephen king's dark tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-114191502300907842?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/114191502300907842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=114191502300907842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114191502300907842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114191502300907842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-sorry-im-sorry-im-sorry-im-sorry-im.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-114182397860550330</id><published>2006-03-08T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:21:22.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE CREAM AND LOLLIPOPS.</title><content type='html'>LOIS keeps asking everyone if they miss her. she asked shiyi to ask everone if they missed her. HAHA. i think it cos she misses us soooooo much. (can you sense the self love?) anyways, the aunties sure were grumpy today. no food? no talk. HAHA. like some chinese kung fu drama. but... ON TO SOMETHING ELSE. i was in major depression today man. i dont think that i want to share it but then i'm feeling super weird. its like a goose walked across my grave. you know when you feel butterflies in your stomach? and then you know something is gonna happen? but you dont really know what.. its as if my gut feeling is trying to tell me something. and normally that feeling is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sod off lah. dont your eyes get tired after staring the whole day? i feel like punching you in the face and poking your eyes out. if you push me too far i promise and bet my ass that i will do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-WEE is cool. he wanted me to say that. not that i wanted to or anything. oh, and squigglys are cuter then straightys. ~~~~ &lt;see?&gt;see? CUTE right? ----- see? BOR-RING! well that was way random. HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-114182397860550330?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/114182397860550330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=114182397860550330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114182397860550330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114182397860550330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/03/ice-cream-and-lollipops.html' title='ICE CREAM AND LOLLIPOPS.'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-114173928109996076</id><published>2006-03-07T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:48:01.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOIS YEO! asked me to post today. i just posted yesterday. hrrmph. well today was... tiring. we wheeled the elderly to Lot 1 under the hot sweltering sun. i'm like goodness me. we are all gonna melt. so it started like with me being late 15mins. 188 was sooooo slow. pfft. then i walked-ran to meet atikah and the rest. then there was a breifing for us like what we were going to do that day. then we went off to talk to the elderly again. and found out that the lady we were talking to was called jane berdenette tan. wow. can you say nice middle name? so it turns out that she was abandoned by her parents and she has lived off welfare her whole life (no wonder she so bitter and cynical about life) and she has moved from hursing home to nursing home, at least 4 times. from woodlands to bedok then to some hospital and then recently to chua chu kang.she's been living here for 5 years now. shes 80 years old. and shes waiting for god to take her. when i heard that i was like, whoa. why are you waiting to die? but then shes 80 years old. and shes got not much and no one to live for so, yup. figures that heaven would be better for her. then again... i dont want to think so hard. LAFFYETTE KEEPS BULLYING ME! punch, punch, hit, hit. major pain city. oh and it's kuku bear bear. ehhh. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS LOIS. I MISS XIAO YAN. but i dont miss shiyi. cos i see her everyday. oh and i definitely do NOT miss abhilash. i feel like punching him in the face. and giving him two black eyes. maybe then he'll stop starin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain rain go away. come again another day. there has been ZERO rain for days. i need the stupid rain. chicka chicka boom boom. i'm dying of boredom. ENTERTAIN ME PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to practice my guitar. but guess what? i suck. big surprise. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-114173928109996076?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/114173928109996076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=114173928109996076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114173928109996076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114173928109996076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/03/lois-yeo-asked-me-to-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-114164582758090070</id><published>2006-03-06T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:33:58.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we went for service learning today. i was so tired. it was... eh. interesting? old people. i wonder what it would be like to be that old. i felt sorry for them. if i were them. i'd feel sorry for me too. oh. i'm a total blunder head. haha. i thought i lost my ez link card and then i found it in my pocket. boo. i'm a kuku boo boo head as laffyette says. so i was talking to this lady today and she complained alot. when i say alot i really mean ALOT alot. everyone in the home was crazy, and everyone she doesnt like. but i think that we really did her good listening to her rants.. eh. i'm a awful doof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy and i'm sad. i'm happy and i'm sad. i'm happy and i'm sad. how i wish i was more happy then sad. and also i'm bored =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love being nonsensical. whoo. brainless=nicole and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94997204@N00/108683915/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/108683915_352ec83649_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="OOH!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this is the nicest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94997204@N00/108683914/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/108683914_0b44ce5a34_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="SPASTIC" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spastic people. LOOK AT LAFFYETTE'S FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94997204@N00/108683913/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/108683913_43331f8559_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="I DONT CARE" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT CARE! HAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-114164582758090070?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/114164582758090070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=114164582758090070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114164582758090070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114164582758090070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-went-for-service-learning-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-114084030961989194</id><published>2006-02-25T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T12:05:09.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when everything feels so out of place&lt;br /&gt;when everyone seems to get in your face&lt;br /&gt;think of it as a challenge to overcome&lt;br /&gt;when what was so dear to you&lt;br /&gt;seems unclear&lt;br /&gt;remember that i'll be right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when i want to break down&lt;br /&gt;i see your face in my head&lt;br /&gt;and i know what i want to do&lt;br /&gt;i can hear you telling me not to let things get me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i never apperciated you&lt;br /&gt;i never thanked you enough&lt;br /&gt;i never really saw the person that was there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i saw was the flaws that weren't there&lt;br /&gt;all the pain that i couldn't share&lt;br /&gt;but now that i looked back at it&lt;br /&gt;it's all so insignificant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was too caught up in myself&lt;br /&gt;i was selfish&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think much of you&lt;br /&gt;i realised how much i say the word i&lt;br /&gt;but i never really thought of how YOU felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now your gone&lt;br /&gt;and i suddenly feel empty&lt;br /&gt;when you bottle everything up inside&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna burst out soon&lt;br /&gt;what they say is rightyou never know what you had until it's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for that someone who has been there for me since sec2 and i have really been an ass to that person and i want to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking alot lately. i really havent been a very good person in the past year, year 2005. i never took the time to appreciate what i had. i just focused on everything i didnt have. i really think that i'm becoming a over complacent brat. i havent been performing as well as i would like in class lately. but i want to do well. so i'm not gonna let my scores bring me down. i'm gonna be the best i can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i think i'm in major denial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-114084030961989194?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/114084030961989194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=114084030961989194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ritchie. reached there around 630. goodness it was so ulu and so we went to the resevoir and sat there. it was soooo peaceful. i have never been so calm in a long time. i guess i love water alot. i love the rain also. it's so... serene. so at around 720 we went back to the carpark to assemble and blah blah... oh and we got the class t-shirt. it's effing cute can? and then the b division went off and then the b div girls then c div guys and.. well you know.. so i was gonna run for the total defece thing, and it was after the c div girls start their run. and today i ran like crap. thanks to Wei Jie, cos he was encouraging me almost all the way. thank you, so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a total asswipe. i let the class down. but! i finished the run. although i think i walked like 1/4 of the way. i'm so not a long distance runner. i should just die and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it obvious? i'm dealing with MAJOR confidence problems. eff it lah. oh Vic was in position no. 25. and he lent me his watch for like half an hour. it's sooooo nice. like totally retro. oh and natalie came in 25 also. coolios. oh, carmelle had some problems with either one of her legs and i hope she's alright now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo... overall cross country was pretty fun. and i'm thinking of not running next year. pfft. i'm a hopless case when it comes to running. i'm an inline skater for crying out loud. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, have a nice day people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-114026362644537409?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/114026362644537409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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TIREDNESS!</title><content type='html'>Pookie! haha. i love my baby cousin samuel. when i talk to him he gurgles and smiles. SO SWEET. if i could i would marry him. HAHA. but anyhoo.. i'm feeling pretty hyper today. so... started off today with a test lah.. social studies. bleah. i think i did alright, i think i can scrape enough to pass. WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then math. finished up on cosine rule and started on finding e area of a triangle. smartypants nicole says: the formula is 1/2ab sinA. random... and i'm not a smartypants. i just like to think i am as some people are so kind to point out.. then free period. mostly talked about sports day, which is in april? a little early huh? BUT, our class is aiming for the model class award. and we've lost alot of good runners to the sec3s. good runners like liang fu, jia, kenneth chum and so on. poo. this whomps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then recess. i had BEE HOON! and then after that went to learn @ fairfield. played one round of "illegal" whatever it's called, and many rounds as we could in 1hr of BLUFF! goodness. FUN! oh and rajesh so cannot lie. and it was so darn funny. then math again and then some breifing for e local service learning thingamabob. and then choir and whatnot. went home by train today. LUCKY. otherwise i'd be stuck at that wretched bus stop for over an hour again. and it was raining and i;m lucky i had an ummbrella with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's my day. and it's all gooood. oh and i still have a news paper thingy and math and social studies to do. i wish i wasnt schooling anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my dad's a SUPER HUGE NAGGER. dont know why. my feet hurt.and there's cross country on saturday. HAHA. I CANT WAIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-114009845670200196?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/114009845670200196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=114009845670200196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114009845670200196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/114009845670200196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/02/pookies-tiredness.html' title='POOKIE&apos;S TIREDNESS!'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-113991410596003666</id><published>2006-02-14T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T18:55:01.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a rhyming idiot today.</title><content type='html'>IT'S VALENTINES DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed school yesterday, being sick and all. and i took medicine this morning which only came into effect at like 12 in the afternoon. poo. i'm such a kuku head. i owe many people valentines day gifts. and i owe vic his styrofoam board. and some other nonsense thingamajig. and i owe owi candies or sweets... i owe shuwen a birthday gift and whatnot. and i feel really bad about it. and this EFFING HEADACHE IS SO NOT HELPING. oh, which reminds me. on friday i saw him. and i was like "crud" i didnt even dare to look at him in the eye. i wonder how he did. i mean i'm a huge coward when it comes to these stuff. pooooo-lah! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISNEY CHANNEL IS HAVING A VALENTINES DAY MARATHON THINGY! effing fantastic! and i was watching Kim Possible. and i love the naked mole rat, Rufus. he's sweet. yay! Kim got together with Josh Mankey. all together now...&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.. i'm so darned tired, not to mention sick and stuffed up. and my throat hurts like poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wOnDeR wHaT mY mUmMy WoUlD sAy If ShE CoUlD rEaD tHiS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just proven that i'm bored out of my mind. it took me like a full minute to type that dumb sentance. i think like 500 braincells died when i tried to do that. blahhness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picky nitty gritty. oh and our class t-shirt costs 18 bucks and it's SO CUTE!!! IT'S LITTLE MISS AND MR. MEN! sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;word&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;all&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;takes&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;ruin&lt;br /&gt;someone's&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;day&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;ruined&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;being&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. can you see that i'm bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation between atitkah, xiao yan and i-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 1 *ACTION!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole: Hi, i'm bored. what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;atikah: *laughs* hi bored, i'm bored too.&lt;br /&gt;nicole: hi bored too, i'm sick now.&lt;br /&gt;xiao yan: why is everyone having balloons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS! i cracked up then. Xiao Yan was so random. out of no where she can come up with a "why is everyone having balloons?" how much more random can you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ms. ng ended up with cake on her face today. as expected. but i think it was a little too far. they fed her 4 cherries! and a small slice of cake, and all the while ms ng was was protesting. and they didnt stop. it was funny the first two cherries. then after that it seemed kinda mean. i admit i laughed, and i'm not some kind of saint who never does anything wrong. but when something is funny, it's funny. after reaching the limit, stop for bob's sake. she is your teacher. show her some respect will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chitter chatter. chapel was the pits. no one was really listening, and leong tian hang was so darn annoying. talking and talking away. rudeness. how can one expect respect from others when one does not give due respect to others? open question to anyone who bothers to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!! Ta-ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: these are personal views. not meant to offend anyone. not meant to be cutthroat and whatnot. DO NOT TAKE ME FOR REAL! I CANNOT AFFORD LEGAL FEES! thank you and happy valentines day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-113991410596003666?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/113991410596003666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=113991410596003666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113991410596003666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113991410596003666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-rhyming-idiot-today.html' title='i&apos;m a rhyming idiot today.'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-113906825799209295</id><published>2006-02-04T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:50:58.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clock. is ticking. my thoughts are running all over in my head.- brain-ful of thoughts.</title><content type='html'>ever wondered why when someone asks you a question, you give a shitty answer, then after you've answered, you think of the perfect thing to say? or when someone asks you a question and you give a perfectly dumb response and then you know exactly what to say? just a random thought. well it happened to me on countless occasions. i somehow manage to say the dumbest effing stuff. and then when that person gets mad at me i wish i could take it back. and sometimes saying sorry is really not enough. it as if i promised myself that i will not think before i say something. and worse of all, words are like toothpaste. once they're out there there's no way to put them back. people always tell me to think before i say anything. but tell me. if you think for more then 5 seconds. people call you slow, and if u give them an answer right away and it's very hurting, they call you a bitch. ironic? yeah, totally. and i am so sorry to that one person. whom i think i have insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every had one of those monments where you lose your head and tell some random person all your secrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me neither. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. woke up at 1130am. sat on the sofa for half an hour watched tv. talked rot with my brother. then went to the kitchen to make breakfast. toast with jam and kaya spread. today i liked the jam more then the kaya. gosh i sound like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mom woke up. and told my brother he had to go for tuition, and she wanted to bring me and my sister out to eat. then came a stupid quarrel. and i ended up going with my mom for breakfast with out my sister. i had ice jelly thing and dumplings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like blogging about my day anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so odd now. thinking about things. and random thoughts are running through my head. and i'm really out of sorts today. do you ever feel that the world is full of your friends but then they're not? do you ever feel like people are so fake that they can be be actors and actresses in movies. did you ever feel like your life is a horrible tv drama series that people are watching and laughing at your misfortunes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have. it whomps. big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. isn't my life eff-ed up? if i just dissappeared into thin air it wouldnt really make a difference would it? i'm like this walking dream. not really here. floating around with no aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do have an aim. i want to be sucessful, i want to do it my way. reasons why i dont get along with "them"? maybe cos i refuse to be like them? i've seen people i know change their entire character just to be "it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you have power it consumes you. when you have power you dont think rationally. when you have power you become a tryant. tyrants arent loved. are they? most tyrants just want more power. the world owes them, dignity, respect. and we do owe tyrants those things. but in the long run? guess who owes who?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-113906825799209295?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/113906825799209295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=113906825799209295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113906825799209295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113906825799209295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/02/clock-is-ticking-my-thoughts-are.html' title='The Clock. is ticking. my thoughts are running all over in my head.- brain-ful of thoughts.'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-113880211990117121</id><published>2006-02-01T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:13:09.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never understand this school...</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. I'm bored. I'm bored. And what's worse is that I'm kinda still in the holiday mood so I'm constantly tired and want to fall asleep. lemme say something. I really dislike the sec ones this year. Total buggers. Small little ones. I've got to say. they are sooo childish. Swinging on chairs? It's like they don't know their place in the school. Sec ones, I'm not saying that they should bow down to us or anything, just show a bit of respect for us seniors. Tyrannical? Guess so. Do I care? I don't really give a rip. nahh.. I actually do. My, my, my, am I a bundle of contradictions today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any guesses to why I'm SO tweaked? Because during my FREE period I was at the library just relaxing, sleeping actually, cos we ran a 2.4 for PE today, and I was SO tired. Well so there I was sleeping, and the library was pretty quiet, save for the VERY quiet discussions of Tracy, jeanette, laffyette, dionel and kamaljit. Then horror struck(I'm exaggerating here!) a whole bunch of sec ones came in, my goodness, they were so noisy, and they woke me from my beauty sleep, I assumed they were having a STUDY period. But they were making hell loads of noise, and they brought in a teacher. Some new person. She was like trying to keep them quiet and such. Then that "lady" came up to us and asked us if we were supposed to be talking and/or listening to our discman/mp3 players whatever. and we were like yeah. It's a FREE period. And she was all like, well since it's a STUDY period shouldn't you all be quiet and not talking? And are you allowed to use that?*she points to jeanette's discman* I was like uhhh.. We are allowed to use it. Because it's a FREE period. Our class is having mother tongue now and we are having a FREE period.(note: emphasis on the word "free". It's a effing free period and not a stupid study period!) and she was like since it's a study period you should be quiet and not talking, it's a library afterall. At that point I nearly snapped, my landau, thanks to kamaljit who stopped me before I could get a booking for mouthing off to a teacher. So I just went well, I'm sorry then. And she being the smartest "teacher" was happy that she "won". ahhh... She wishes. Her stupid class was SO noisy, and here she is picking on us? Fabulously brilliant. She cant control her class and she comes to "find fault" with us, knowing fully that we cannot speak againt her, defiance and all that jazz.. pfft. Another reason for me to want to go overseas and/or transfer schools. This school's teachers sometimes have no brains. Save for the few that are brilliant. My goodness, I am SO tweaked today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school, I went to xiao yan's house with her and atikah to pick up atikah's locker key. rajesh and dehua came along. they wanted to drag me along to take the train. and we ended up taking a cab and they dropped me off at jurong mrt. blahlala. and rajesh kept saying that he is one of the most multi-racial people in Singapore. Actually he was more like I am a very multi-racial guy, I celebrate Christmas, Chinese new year, and deepavali and so on.. and it was very random. it just came out when he and dehua was arguing about who knows jurong better. Ah... Guys and their insecurities. Well... Once again, I'M BORED AND MY DUMB IPOD IS NOT WORKING. I'M SUPER TWEAKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be doing math now but since my ipod is not working and I need loud music to get me in the mood, this whomps. Big time. I need my distractions. Oh and my mom reformatted the laptop with all my songs in it. SO.. Anyone willing to send me songs raise your hand! Or just send it to me when you see me online. Thank you and I hope you'll have a nice day. Or t the very least better then mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-113880211990117121?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/113880211990117121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=113880211990117121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113880211990117121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113880211990117121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/02/ill-never-understand-this-school.html' title='I&apos;ll never understand this school...'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-113860258421550441</id><published>2006-01-30T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:05:02.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Based on your drawing and the 10 answers you gave this is a summary of your personality:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive and indecisive at times. You are good at making friends and when the joyful moment arrives, you make the most out of it. You are shy and reserved. If you've drawn a cross on each of windows, you always want to live alone. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. Your life is always full of changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, you shut yourself off. It's difficult to win your heart because you have decided to keep your feelings deep inside. You have a strong personality and you like to command, influence and control people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You are self-confident and happy with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does this sound like me? i really think so... odd huh. try it out &lt;a href="http://www.drawahouse.com/TakeTheTest/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say? i was bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-113860258421550441?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/113860258421550441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=113860258421550441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113860258421550441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113860258421550441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/01/based-on-your-drawing-and-10-answers.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-113851294047164829</id><published>2006-01-29T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T13:35:44.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH AWAY MESSAGES!</title><content type='html'>I FEEL LIKE TYPING IN UPPER CAPS TODAY! I FEEL LIKE MAKING MY FONT &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUPER HUGE. I DONT KNOW WHY... IT'S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; AHHHH, BUT NO ANG POWS THINS YEAR... OH WELL.. I'LL DEAL I GUESS. I'M A PRETTY HAPPY GIRL TODAY. BUT I FEEL LIKE SLEEPING TODAY. ALSO I FEEL LIKE SKATING. TELL ME, DO YOU LOVE YOOUR FAMILY? AS A WHOLE, LIKE COUSINS AND EVERYTHING? AHHH I LOVE THEM ALL. THEY ARE ALL GOOD PEOPLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IF I WERE A GAZILLIONAIRE I'D GIVE THEM ANG POWS SO STUFFED FULL WITH CHA-CHING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS START WITH FRIDAY! I LOVED IT. THE SEC4NA ALL CAME IN TRADITIONAL COSTUMES! SOOOOO UBER FANTASTIC! WE WERE COMMENTED ON BY THE PRINCIPAL. AH, IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE THE NA PEOPLE HAVE BEEN PRAISED FOR &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANYTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THEN WE DID THAT CLASS THING? I GUESS IT WAS FUN. MUSIC BLARING OVER THE SPEAKERS. WE DIDNT REALLY CARE MUCH ABOUT THE COMPETITION ANSWERING QUESTIONS THING. WHAT'S THE POINT? LEMME TELL YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POINTLESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; THEN WENT TO BUGIS WITH ATIKAH, SHUWEN AND TRACY. WE ARE HAPPY PEOPLE, SHUWEN HAD TO BUY STUFF FOR HER MOM AND HERSELF... WE WALKED FOR 4 HOURS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of upper caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday: i woke up at 9 am to go to my grandma's. stayed there for like... 1 hour?&lt;br /&gt;west mall with my mom, auntie trica, nick and kenneth to have lunch at burger king.&lt;br /&gt;home, sat infront of the comp to daydream up ideas. practiced a bit. played my sister's keyboard. taught her a silly tune she won't stop playing now. i've really gotta be more careful about what i teach her.&lt;br /&gt;night: dinner! yummy, that steam boat thing? waited for clara to finish her shower, then helped her dry her hair and curled it a little, awww... she looked so nice. at first she didnt like it. then it started to grow on her and she loved it. she wants me to curl it again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;went to grandma's again. i tried to pursuade my parents to let me skate there but noooo, they said it was too dangerous. nonsense. then played and stuff until 12 plus. oh and i had a sip of red wine. lovely.around 1230 i wanted to go home, and gues what? NO BLOODY BUSES! had to walk, and i told my dad that he should've let me bring my skates. guess what he said? "aiyo, you should have told me to bring it for you" i was like 0.0&lt;br /&gt;OH LANTA. i did tell him. so had to walk the whole way home. took half an hour. can you say mosquito bites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all basically. i'll blog about today later tonight. cos.. NOTHING HAS HAPPENED TODAY YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-113851294047164829?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/113851294047164829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=113851294047164829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113851294047164829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113851294047164829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/01/ah-away-messages.html' title='AH AWAY MESSAGES!'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-113784124356498602</id><published>2006-01-21T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T19:00:43.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAHHHING!!</title><content type='html'>nicole's not happy this week. nicole is very forgetful. and nicole's really sorry about it. this whomps. ARRGGGHHHH! i'm soosoosooosooo sorry. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this week... wednesday, we had pe. ahhhh. not lame, we did javelin. that thingy is cool. then i... forgot. school... stinks. i'm getting old... senile. yeahh... sad. this whomps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, errrm choir, bleah! the sec ones joined us and they are all so darn cute! ahhh, but the one i liked OMG she was sooo sweet, eunice her name was, yes, and then she had to go to soprano. ahhh.. life stinks. ms melody came, then we had sectionals, for like 4-6, then combine, eeewww, can you say YUCK? yeah, then mr low had to blabber blabber blabber on and on... until bloody 6.45. and he says we scare the sec ones off, more like he did, yammering on and on... not gonna degrade myself futher by yammering like he did. oh and on thursday i had 5 FREE PERIODS! ahhh... brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo... then on friday, errmmm... sectional. well.. that's it. i'm wayyy to lazy to blog about anything interesting.so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-113784124356498602?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/113784124356498602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=113784124356498602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113784124356498602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113784124356498602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/01/blahhhing.html' title='BLAHHHING!!'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-113742004844750415</id><published>2006-01-16T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:00:48.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgetfullness rule the day.</title><content type='html'>Bowling For Soup - 1985 (thanks to liangfu who sent me the song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH.. i'm so bored today. lets start with sunday shall we?&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up at... i cant remember when. ahh but i felt sooo awake. had cereal for breakfast, yumm. errrm, it was post's  breakfast cereal, the strawberry and oats? i think. AH strawberries, yummilicious. then sat infront of the tv and watched zoey 101(teevee junkie!) omg, i love dana's hair! and then i showered and skated to westmall for my guitar classes, and my teacher, najif asked me if i wanted to take the normal course or the LMC course, ahh, since i hate going by syllabus, i chose the normal one, and i get to learn what ever i want! yayness. so then i did legarto scale, oh man, it made my wrist hurt like OUCH! ahaha, and it wasnt tt good i cant play it more then once or twic then i'll mess up. so.. najif asked me to practice more at home. then he taught me "1985 by bowling for soup" ahhh, i loved it. so fun. since class started at like 3.30, and it was supposed to end at 4, i was having soooo much fun i didnt notice it was already 4.30, so i only left when the next student came. ahaha. so skated home, it was wet and i almost fell. and now i got the worst blisters. ahaha, i want new skates. anyone willing to buy me some for my birthday? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo... today... was like bleahhhhh.... before school even started i forgot to bring the english outline. and luckily mrs fong didnt come. physics, i forgot my workbook. recess, was okay i forgot to go to the library to get stuff for art. art, mdm lim said my research was not revelant to my theme, and my outline of what i wanted to draw wasnt good enough, oh poo. then lifeskill, i forgot my journal. can you say nicole was a forgetful girl today? i definitely can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-113742004844750415?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/113742004844750415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=113742004844750415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113742004844750415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113742004844750415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/01/forgetfullness-rule-day.html' title='forgetfullness rule the day.'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-113725463722852076</id><published>2006-01-14T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:03:57.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM RANDOMNESS!</title><content type='html'>HAHA! i'm such a loser to start with a haha. but HAHA anyways. ahhhhh, first thing is joe's imagination is unique, he's little figment of an imagination is called MENTY. AH cute right? haha, i came up with it! haha, and everyone knows i have this over active imagination, there's even this voice which talks back to me! it's my very own... *drumroll* FIGGY! haha. so together, joe's and my figments put together, they morph together like power rangers to become FIGGYMENTY! the wonderful mint sweet that's great for your... ah, i forgot. my ditzy-ness just comes shining through your monitor doesnt it? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo... today, i woke up at 9 am, supposed to go to heritage view to study with benedict and a few others, my dad said yes, but my mom said no. so i didnt go, watched a bit of tv, then went back to sleep. slept till 2++ thn woke up, and i realised that i'm so lucky i didnt go for the study thing, cos i heard frm ben that they didnt do much studying after all, which whomps big butts, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i'm using alot of "realises" ahh, cos i'm a not so bright ditzy girl today. and joe is a really nice person. that was random, but he really is. if you know him you'd know why. i'm boreeeedddd. and being a random brainless person i am today i'll say... errm.. what was i gonna say? HAHA. WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-113725463722852076?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/113725463722852076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=113725463722852076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113725463722852076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113725463722852076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-randomness.html' title='RANDOM RANDOMNESS!'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-113714307848407834</id><published>2006-01-13T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:54:02.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuttiness is in the hiz-house.</title><content type='html'>What the hell? I mean honestly, some people are just so full of shit sometimes, they simply don't know when NOT to open their bloody big mouth and stop all the shit flowing out from it. I mean I love my class and all but some people are all "oh I'm so perfect and you cant touch me" well BITE ME! See if I care, huh. I'm perfect? More like inferiority complex. brainless gits. So what if I'm hurtling insults and all? I am who I am and I don't give two hoots to what y'all think (except for that precious few, who really mean a lot to me). "You laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh at you because you are all the same." HAH. SO THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly tell me, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, acting cute, screaming so bloody loud for everyone to stare at you? Do you even know that these people are making fun of you behind your back? I know I have loads of people making fun of me cuz I have these "habits" but whatever. ahhh, but does it even look like I give a damn? Hell no. This is an open thought, when I, for once, am very sick and tired of all those "untouchable" people out there. DON'T YOU KNOW YOU ARE MAKING A FOOL OF YOURSELF? Do you Know how people point and stare? You think it's cool to be in the center of everyone's bloody attention? You think you are famous? HAH. IN-famous more like. Please go soak your head in a tub of cyanide and then drink it all up, or try locking yourself in a car and sleeping in it overnight with the engine running of course, then maybe we'll have that unique coral bleaching effect on your head. Thank for all those insults you gave me. It only taught me to be a stronger and better person. Call me a ego inflated person, but I know that I have something you don't. The actual trust of people. Unlike a certain someone whom I could mention. Oh and a real brain to process and figure out whether people are humoring you or actually enjoying your company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you guys know the museum of twits right? Assuming you do, I have come up with another type of twit, not the ah-lians that you see everyday. It's those who don't speak like them, or dress like them, they even don't act like them, but trust me, it's still considered very twitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the kind of people who think that they are in the limelight all the time, and when they are not, they push their way into it. These people are smart enough to know the right people to befriend to get them into the "circle" , then they do everything they can to stay in it. They consider themselves "superior" to other regular people. They are the people you hate but want so desperately to be like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking, since I'm writing this, does it mean that I want to be them? Hell no. I used to want to be them, but now that I've seen them for who they are? hah. Genuine bitches. Trust me. You wouldn't want to be caught in the crossfire when they get their claws out and start clawing each others eyes out(figuratively of course). Not a sight you'd forget easily. These people will do anything, and I mean anything to get the person who "offended" them. Like wolves, they travel around in packs, but unlike the majestic creatures they turn their back on their own kind, sentencing them in isolation without any valid reasoning. Why did mother nature create these people? Beats the hell out of me. But we have to deal with them until Nicole the great(yeah I'm the descendant of Alexander the great, he was my great great great.... Grandfather 80 times removed. HAH. BEAT THAT TWITS!) finds a way to eliminate them... Or at least find a way to cure their twitty-ness =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for reading my random ranting. I know you didn't enjoy it. But my good friend toady told me to do it *stares and points accusingly to the toad in the corner* BLAME HIM! *people look pointedly at toady and toady gulps and hops away into the pond* (I'm sitting at a pond in my head) yay toady's gone! I can have my life back. What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm majorly sleep deprived. And luckily for me, it's the weekend and I'm ever so grateful for it. noisynuttiliciousnicole is full of shit today. BITE ME! I dare you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUTTINESS IS IN THE HIZ-HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-113714307848407834?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/113714307848407834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=113714307848407834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113714307848407834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113714307848407834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/01/nuttiness-is-in-hiz-house.html' title='Nuttiness is in the hiz-house.'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-113697455319565521</id><published>2006-01-11T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T18:17:43.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the button</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="DISPLAY: none" i="'3114"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.kontrabandcontent.co.uk/1/graphics/pics/BigRedButton.swf" width="350" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/me_is_steve"&gt;Steve&lt;/a&gt; for this game. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHECK THIS OUT! IT'S SO COOL. I' M LAZY TO BLOG SO I FOUND SOMETHING ELSE TO ENTERTAIN YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MUCH LOVE!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-113697455319565521?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/113697455319565521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=113697455319565521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113697455319565521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113697455319565521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/01/button.html' title='the button'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-113671738192005375</id><published>2006-01-08T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T18:49:41.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the words of macbeth "what's done is done"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so here the deal. i love writing fiction. i've stopped writing when i was primary6 just to concentrate on that stupid PSLE, but then when i found my old journal with all my old young kiddish journal entries and those little make believe stories that i use to write. ahhh... those were the days=))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i sound silly anyway i'll be posting my stories on another blog -the link will be on the panel thizgy- makes it easier to keep track of. well that's all for today. oh and i had school today. boring stuff,sat for 2 hours in the hall. after that i was soooo super tired. yay lessons tomorrow! you might think i'm insane to like lessons, i promise you i'm not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and xiaoyan thinks that she's mature and i keep telling her she not, but she keeps insisting that she is. methinks thou lady doth protest too much... well methinks anyways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ciao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MUCH LOVE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-113671738192005375?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/113671738192005375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=113671738192005375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113671738192005375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113671738192005375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-words-of-macbeth-whats-done-is-done.html' title='in the words of macbeth &quot;what&apos;s done is done&quot;'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-113655600363883251</id><published>2006-01-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:00:03.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYNESS!!</title><content type='html'>IT'S FINALLY FRIDAY! YAYNESS. I'M SO HAPPY IT'S THE WEEKEND.SOSOSO HAPPY. I'M MAJORLY SLEEP DEPRIVED THIS WEEK. AND WHAT'S WORSE? I HAVE TO LEARN CHINESE TING XIE BY WEDNESDAY. I'M SCREWED. BIG WHOOP. can a monkey catch a virus? i wonder... i can't think now. i used all my left brain juices on chpt 2 of my story. and guess what? it was SEVEN fucking pages long. at least 4 pages more then chapter 1. i'm soooo happy. damn. i think i want to be like J.K Rowling, sit at Coffee Bean or Starbucks and write all day. man, how effing cool would that be? major coolness. imma end here. cant think of anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-113655600363883251?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/113655600363883251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=113655600363883251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113655600363883251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113655600363883251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/01/yayness.html' title='YAYNESS!!'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-113637189639848833</id><published>2006-01-04T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:51:36.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA. i'm bored. i'm sooooo bored... well i'm sooo tired after today. school is tiring. yuppers. and then there's choir tomorrow. and i actually put up my very first chapter of my "series" yay me! i'm to lazy to blog any more. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-113637189639848833?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/113637189639848833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=113637189639848833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113637189639848833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113637189639848833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20473630.post-113628903292718384</id><published>2006-01-03T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T19:55:24.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippet one</title><content type='html'>here's a small snippet of something that popped into my head at 4am this morning when i couldnt sleep.it's improvised here though.. meaning so much better then my draft. i'm sorry if this is sappy but i think it's kinda cute.. *glances down at the floor nervously* and so it begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhylene turned from the window that she was gazing out from and stole a glance at Dustin sitting beside her. His eyes were on the road and his fingers tapping nervously and the wheel that he was grasping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dust, thanks for what you did for me back there... it was very nice..." she managed to stammer out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem Oats" he replied curtly using the nickname he had thought of for her and they fell back in to the awkward silence. Rhylene never like these awkward silences, she always felt like it was her job to break them, but before she could say anything Dustin pulled up at her house. As she stared out of the window and looked at her house she wished for the hundredth time that things between them would take a change for the better. At thinking this Rhylene started to get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, are you gonna tell me what's on your mind or not?" she demanded angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the- there's nothing, it's just that-no, nothing" he said trying to act nonchalant and failing miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liar" she hissed yanking open the door and storming up the path to her house. Upon reaching the door she dug into her pocket for her keys thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is his problem? I feel like I don't even know him these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so hard on him. He's just feeling mixed up lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa. What the- who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't flip. Im your "inner voice" so you'd better listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not listening. No way, no how. oh no, i just know i'm losing it no-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt someone grasping her shoulders and turning her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" she spat at Dustin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just sorry Oats" he stammered out. "There's something that I have to tell you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, so now you're willing to share?” she eyed him as he winced at the sarcasm of her voice and immediately felt guilty, but she shrugged it off, not allowing herself to feel any emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, there's this girl, and she's amazingly wonderful, and there's something about her that i've never felt before for anyone.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh wow, story of your life isn't it?""will you let me finish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fine, so go on""as i was saying, i've known her for quite a while now. Since I moved into town. She’s smart, funny and really fun to be around with... basically everything that I look for in a girl. And she knows me better than anyone else does. At first we were just friends, but then something changed between us and things started getting awkward, you know" he said running his fingers through his dark hair. "And now I see her as this wonderful girl that I want to know everything about"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhylene finally snapped,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's real nice Dust, but you know what? I'm very tired now, so why don't you tell me all this sometime la-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point Dustin’s lips came crashing into hers. Shocked, her mind was thinking frantically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot, kiss him back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Oh no, he's my best friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what no.*mentally slaps self* bad Rhylene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on... kiss him back you know you want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before she could react, Dustin had already pulled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, what was that?" she said softly touching her fingers to her lips, her previous anger fading away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was... a kiss?" as though unsure how she would react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what? why don't we just pretend that this whole thing never happened okay?" he spat out obviously getting angry at himself for kissing her, and with that her turned around and headed for his car cursing himself furiously as he walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AFTER HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That snapped her out of her daze and she sprang forward toward Dustin, grabbing his wrist, she spun him around. As he looked at her face, his eyes searching for a sign, what kind of sign he didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sight of his clueless face she smile a smile that he knew so well, the one only for him, she reached up and pulled him into a kiss, all her emotion that she had been feeling for him surfaced, she felt him smile as he kissed her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck deepening the kiss, and his arms likewise snaked around her waist and pulling her closer to him.They stayed like that for a few minutes before they pulled away. Breathless, they gazed into each others eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow" was all he said"Yes, wow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned, and then gave her a peck on her cheek he started for his car once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll call you later" he calls back to her as he got in his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do that" she waved to him as he drove off, then headed into her house. closing the door behind her she leaned against the door and sighed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't so hard now was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, not hard at all" she thought out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was not hard honey?" her mom called to her as she waltzed into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, nothing really, just this math test..."And that kiss... she mused in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, okay then. How was your day?" her mom called from the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brilliant mom, just brilliant" she replied. With that she skipped up the stairs into her room and collapsed on her bed. Beaming up at the ceiling she whispered to herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe that just happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it babe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that was it. was it good bad or okay. whatever. i really cant tell.. soooo.. YOU HAVE TO TELL ME!!!!!okay i've now finished my creative outburst or whatever you call it so toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20473630-113628903292718384?l=aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/feeds/113628903292718384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20473630&amp;postID=113628903292718384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113628903292718384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20473630/posts/default/113628903292718384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphrase-tocut-theselips.blogspot.com/2006/01/snippet-one.html' title='Snippet one'/><author><name>nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wvFKIA-8GEE/S8_eCpwnlJI/AAAAAAAAABo/2hTERI_e3V4/S220/4-up+on+2010-03-30+at+09.08+%234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
