<?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-7857241</id><updated>2012-01-21T08:32:58.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strangeness.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-116508863075651355</id><published>2006-12-03T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T03:45:31.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Azure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exclusive yacht party with debit card concept! (invites only)&lt;br /&gt;16th december&lt;br /&gt;entry: ANY AGE.&lt;br /&gt;$32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pure-azure.com"&gt;CLICK HERE www.pure-azure.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vintage @ Attica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;champagne!&lt;br /&gt;19th december&lt;br /&gt;entry: 16 for non-alcoholic (first time for Attica!), 18 for alcholic&lt;br /&gt;$20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve @ DXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas party!&lt;br /&gt;23rd december&lt;br /&gt;entry: 16 for non-alcoholic, 18 for alcholic&lt;br /&gt;$18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-116508863075651355?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/116508863075651355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=116508863075651355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/116508863075651355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/116508863075651355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/12/azure-exclusive-yacht-party-with-debit.html' title=''/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-116279195701694089</id><published>2006-11-06T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T03:30:18.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOWWWW BITCHES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 5th December Tuesday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time: 8pm till late &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Age Policy: Main Arena / Smoove 16+, upstairs 18+ only &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tickets: $20 presale, $25 on the door [Tickets might sell out - 3600 pax maximum... Do order now] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Current Schedule is as follows: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOKIA PRESENTS MAIN ARENA&lt;br /&gt;[Live and Psycho]&lt;br /&gt;2000 - 2030: Illers showcase feat. Breakforce Crew, The iLLers, Beatboxers Huron and Ren&lt;br /&gt;2030 - 2100: Tien&lt;br /&gt;2100 - 2130: Strentorian&lt;br /&gt;2130 - 2200: SAW LOSER (A.k.a Pug Jelly)&lt;br /&gt;2200 - 2230: WEST GRAND BOULEVARD&lt;br /&gt;2230 - 2300: PLAIN SUNSET (Wake Me Up Music)&lt;br /&gt;2300 - 2330: CONCAVE SCREAM&lt;br /&gt;2330 - 0000: DIVINE 9 (Australia)&lt;br /&gt;0000 - 0200: DJ KOFLOW&lt;br /&gt;0200 - 0400: MOS Residents &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EXITMUSIK @ 54&lt;br /&gt;[Drum and Bass Madness]&lt;br /&gt;2000 - 2200: MOS Residents&lt;br /&gt;2200 - 0000: Zul (Subversive)&lt;br /&gt;0000 - 0200: Kiat&lt;br /&gt;0200 - 0400: VORTEX (Exitmusik / Spectrum) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROGRESSIONS @ PURE&lt;br /&gt;[Independent Bands]&lt;br /&gt;2000 - 0400: [TBC] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RNB / HIPHOP @ SMOOVE&lt;br /&gt;[The low down]&lt;br /&gt;2000 - 2200: MOS Residents&lt;br /&gt;2200 - 0000: DJ KOFLOW&lt;br /&gt;0000 - 0400: MOS Residents &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AFTERPARTY &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secret Location. Strictly by invitation only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian Industrial outfit Divine 9 are set to hit Singapore shores once more with the upcoming event FLOW in Ministry of Sound come 5th DECEMBER, Tuesday. Organized by youth collective Play Projekts, Live music venue Gashaus and hiphop specialists The illers, Flow boasts a high profile lineup utilizing all the rooms in the entire Ministry of sound complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmed acts include: Divine9, local scene heavyweights West Grand Boulevard, Veteran rockers Concave Scream, Saw Loser (a.k.a Pug Jelly), Plain Sunset, Tien and Stentorian. DJ Koflow, 2003 Singapore DMC Champion and runner up 04-06 is set to spin together with Drum and bass maestro Vortex (exitmusik) among the announced deck surgeons in the works. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visit www.flow.com.sg for more information&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;GET TICKETS FROM ME :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-116279195701694089?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/116279195701694089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=116279195701694089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/116279195701694089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-116195708368340366</id><published>2006-10-27T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:51:23.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My name is Daryl and I am invading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello nicoleeee :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-116195708368340366?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/116195708368340366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=116195708368340366' title='0 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-116192613987350617?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/116192613987350617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=116192613987350617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/116192613987350617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/116192613987350617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-name-is-nicole-and-i-hate-term-easy.html' title='My name is Nicole and I hate the term &quot;easy listening&quot;.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-116101545902180101</id><published>2006-10-16T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:48:07.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OUR PARTY WAS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic at DXO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Watch gives a big thank you to all you gorgeous people who came down and helped make this event a success! Haha I'd never seen so many people queueing outside DXO. It was just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We're having another party on the 21st, this saturday, for our launch, and I'll also be celebrating my birthday. It's at DXO again, age limit's 16, but alcohol will be available. $18, contact me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:givemecrack@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;givemecrack@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; for tickets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/birthday%20poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/nightwatch%20party%20people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-116101545902180101?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/116101545902180101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=116101545902180101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/116101545902180101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/116101545902180101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-party-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115998200027583169</id><published>2006-10-05T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:20:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did you not understand that I just needed you to be pure, for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all I wanted from you.&lt;br /&gt;(it's all the little things that make a difference, really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that you're worthless to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What is it that makes you happy?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115998200027583169?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115998200027583169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115998200027583169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115998200027583169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115998200027583169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/10/did-you-not-understand-that-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115967501040256562</id><published>2006-10-01T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T14:13:34.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take it back to square one</title><content type='html'>good morning kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my ridiculous timetable on wednesday (1 period), I joined the guys at starbucks, wheelock. Nicky, Harry, Joel Lim and Joseph were there. We discussed lots of stupid stuff. And I realised I hadn't had starbucks coffee in eons, I used to be addicted to it. Then we had dinner, and Joseph followed me to orchard library to borrow books. I think it's weird walking next to Joseph cause he's a boy and he's prettier than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is actually not that bad. Anselm lets us sleep during Arab-Israeli and we find ways to entertain ourselves anyway. Like Chris-Tin checking our heart rates. And in the library slacking before Pharm Chem she wrote "I AM THE SEX GODDESS" on my arm. Chengs can be pretty strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes I have some fabulous quotes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! WEI SHEN ME!!!! just kidding." - Yuanz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAAAAAZAAAAAAAPPPPP!!!!!!!" - Chris-Tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we love a certain philosophy teacher of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are a conservative Asian country so too bad for you, gay boys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole (to Elena): "Stop touching it, it might break!"&lt;br /&gt;Philo teacher: "Stop touching WHAT? Nicole you have to watch what you say.. okay back to prostitution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he came over and we started about bodily perforations and Elena's enlarged earhole micropipette tips and how she and I sneaked into the chem labs to steal them to stick in her ear and he somehow got the notion that she pierced her ear with the micropipette tip. So of course we told him that was ridiculous and no one did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who knows? Maybe, some people get... Nevermind. Cancel that thought."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No discussion please." - Mr Michael Jalleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No discussion please." - Mr Michael Jalleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No discussion please." - Mr Michael Jalleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I woke up this morning thinking about matrices! *beams*" - Deng Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So neanderthal." - Daddy, on Rahima's performance on Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday after school I went for shopping + dinner with Mommy! I got a top, jeans and lipstick. and I really like din tai fung! I'm sure Cheryl does too :) I told Mommy lots of stuff. But she was annoying to shop with because she'd take ages in one shop and complain about having to walk about but who asked her to wear those 3.5 inch wedges anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Eka, Job (my favourite fake Mongolian man!) and I went to Serene Centre for a while, then Eka and I walked to Collin's house, with him singing to Bohemian Rhapsody and random scottish rock all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so pretty. *strokes thigh, then strokes cheeks, then strokes arm*" - Eka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm jealous of Athena because she's dating me." - Eka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All you OM bastards." - Collin, an OM bastard himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All these rich indons." - Eka, a rich indon himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on saturday Cheryl and I met early in the morning to go jogging (read: go walking around Clover and talking rubbish) then we came back to my place and watched stupid things E! frivolous things are so enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with all these girls in my school who run excessively / don't eat / both. And there's the I-can't-be-skinny-so-I-have-to-resort-to-making-everyone-else-fat syndrome, where you bake lots of cookies/brownies and feed them to everyone in your class, not eating a single one yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Daddy sent Annabelle and I to Gashaus, where the monster mash gig was. Hardly anyone was dressed up anyway. We watched some really bad screamo band, and Caracal. (Field! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/gig1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/gig1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/gig2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/gig3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/taxi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/taxi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/gasp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/gasp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/IMG_1504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/taxi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/taxi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm sorry it's the taxi-syndrome which makes us bored and spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to town and met Sam, and had dinner at maestro bistro, and we are really sad that galilee&amp;friends is gone :( my baileys mud pie! Taka shopping for a while, then we got to youth park just in time to catch A Vacant Affair. They were awesome, and their guitarist was in Taiwan so Field of Caracal was playing for them HAHA great music + eyecandy = sensory experience to die for. Twohill was getting fanned. Funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/sammm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sam is pretty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/IMG_1517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/IMG_1516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twohill, Ashley, Thomas, Chai, Edwin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1523.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Annabelle being artistic with my camera&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we met Aaron, Jonas, Wei Ren, Zhihao and Teckyang + their random new friends outside cine, stood for a while wondering where to go, then they decided to joo chiat because it's the new in thing and if you don't go you're not in but we didn't want to go so I suppose we're not in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And guess who I saw at Somerset. it's the ghetto best friend, Jon Ong. I miss you Ong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/IMG_1527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1530.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Paparazzi's in town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates about the weekend later. + lots more pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115967501040256562?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115967501040256562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115967501040256562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115967501040256562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115967501040256562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/10/take-it-back-to-square-one.html' title='take it back to square one'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115928370517055569</id><published>2006-09-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T03:34:36.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST WANNA DANCE</title><content type='html'>SAMANTHA'S PRELIMS ARE OVER. I better see her on saturday HAHA. DO YOU SEE THIS SAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the most fabulous comment ever on myspace from The Vinyl Summer, it was a picture. Elias you are such a Bad Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/cassetteog5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha shoutout to my dear dancer tagger HELLO :D I bet you are one of the cute sec 2s who bitch with us all the time hokay. I just couldn't resist replying her email (even though MisSkum isn't very happy about it) she's so uh hilarious HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just to share my twit-bashing exploits:&lt;br /&gt;DereK// says:&lt;br /&gt;hey, what was the word that you were using on me just now? it was like' flivourous' or smth right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday I borrowed a smelly book from our smelly school library, it's called I Am The Messenger. Finished it the next day, it was a bit strange. After options Joel Lim called me down to KAP, Nicky, Harry, Ant and Ng were there. Jason came too. We just talked and bitched a lot hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday after school Karen and I went to chinatown to get supplies, then we went to suntec to buy more plastic ball dispenser thingies! ahh they're soo cuuuuute :D It was like toy dispenser paradise! BUT THEY DIDN'T HAVE TOFUMAN. we almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had dinner with my folks at The Olive it was pretty good. Lamb and chocolate fondue and icecream shaped like a peach with white chocolate outside and dark chocolate inside. yum. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/annanic%20car1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/annanic%20car3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/annanic%20car2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then to Nicola's house with Natalie, for our Style sleepover! it was awesome and we walked around river valley and midnight-baked chewie chocolate coffee cookies and marshmallow toasties and watched Girl, Interrupted and fixed most of a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle which was ALL BLUE and talked about life. I love Nicola and Natalie! intimate friends &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I LOVE WINONA RYDER. Girl, Interrupted was really good, it was psycho and angsty. Anyway how could anyone go wrong with two incredibly intense and beautiful women in the same movie. RYDER AND JOLIE &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/natalie%20baking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/nicolebaking1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/marshmallow%20toasties%212.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmmm these were REALLY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we slept at about 630 am, and after I woke up I headed to town and met Harry and Joel Ng. We conducted Aggro Analysis. Then Adam and I went to Marina and we watched Miami Vice. It wasn't bad. Thanks for sending me home (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And haha Joanie Woanie's in Love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115928370517055569?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115928370517055569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115928370517055569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115928370517055569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115928370517055569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-wanna-dance.html' title='JUST WANNA DANCE'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115867165590215183</id><published>2006-09-19T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:26:27.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because no one ever needed your approval.</title><content type='html'>Har haarrrr Karen Nicolette and I went for the other Philosophy class yesterday. Our coursemates are hilarious. In a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My timetable is so screwed up, yesterday I had to sit for 5 hours of options straight, after core lessons, and tomorrow I go to school for a total of one hour. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading The Time-Traveller's Wife today. After quite a long time (a week?) because, I like reading good books slowly, I was busy, and honestly I was putting off finishing it because from the minute I opened the book I knew it was going to have a sad ending. But it was really really good. I was reading during HCL like I've been doing for the past week (lao shi pretends not to notice, I think she's given up on me) and Joan said that if I finished it today I could come to her class to cry. So I did. I was reading and sniffling to myself in class for a while, munching on the barely-edible cookies Wormy and her cronies baked (which I eventually deemed "educational" and gave to Charbrain), and after I was done I ran next door looking for Joan and Natalie and laughed and cried and we sat there and talked about it (AHHHH HENRYYYYYYYYY *sniff sniff* I've always liked the name Clare too! Without the 'i'. I think it's lovely). And other stuff. Which I cannot say here or I will be accused of being "elitist", which I am in fact, but I shall be peaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the day was rather uneventful, with Anselm Chu stalling for time and anti-semitism for three hours, after which Karen and I did our sleeping-across-tables-in-class thing, and human bio with Chngs who looked quite hot today, her boobs don't look so big now and her hair has reached a stable state, I've finally realised what's wrong with her face. She's slightly cocked-eyed. Go stare if you don't believe me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115867165590215183?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115867165590215183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115867165590215183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115867165590215183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115867165590215183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/09/because-no-one-ever-needed-your.html' title='Because no one ever needed your approval.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115851305997879129</id><published>2006-09-18T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:27:58.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well what i've really been meaning to say is&lt;br /&gt;i've been keeping a part of you&lt;br /&gt;here with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115851305997879129?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115851305997879129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115851305997879129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115851305997879129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115851305997879129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-what-ive-really-been-meaning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115849174904850583</id><published>2006-09-17T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:15:49.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk is even cheaper told in bulk</title><content type='html'>YAY LUKAS LOVE LOVE. but i adore Dilana too her energy's fantastic she just radiates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;netball carn was pretty fun, 411 came in second to 410 by one point! which means, if we had made a bloody banner, which would have given us two points, WE WOULD HAVE WON. *cue Yue Zhen screaming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, 411 kicks butt, okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went for dinner at Luvy's, pizza pizza galore. some of us played tennis! it was fun and i got better (i think. but still quite bad :\)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;options have started. Karen and i signed up for the same modules, after waiting for over an hour to see KLui, talking to Qian Ling at our Popular Table. HAHA. i think she's zuper kute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah Karen and i are doing Origins of the Arab-Israeli Conflict, Know Your Body, Philosophy of Law&amp;Punishment (otherwise known as jurisprudence!), and Pharmaceutical Chemistry. so far it's been pretty interesting, but Origins for 3 hours straight can get tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday Cheryl Carmen and i crashed dance, to give laoshi the teachers' day present from the 7uppers, and to check on our darling juniors. laoshi has choreographed some extremely complicated and elaborate floor warmup routine, which is even longer than the one we used to do, i have really no idea how they manage to remember it. then i headed to the library to slack off with Nicola, we talked a LOT of rubbish and she was writing me a letter the whole time in si1 han2 format. i read it after i left and it was pretty hilarious. I LOVE NICOLA! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday morning Cheryl my favourite bitch came over and we went RUNNING. (ohmygosh yes we finally decided to exercise) we covered quite a long distance and it was quite fun :D then we had breakfast at Cafe Cartel, (which totally defeated the purpose of running) thank me for breakfast bitch! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i followed Daddy for dinner with the Hos, Quays and Yeos, it was pretty good. "why would anyone want a car with less than 200 horsepower?" - Uncle Paul. yes laugh Daryl laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, Nicola and i went to brmc, and class was about making Godly decisions! ahem. last week Harry brought a bag of sin to church, and this week he decided to bring a BOOK of sin. then after that Joel Ng, Ariel, Harry, Marc, Nicola and i headed to town for lunch. Joel Lim and Nick joined us there. ichiban boshi! which wasn't very good. we sort of walked all around, then went to the American Club to chills. chocolate milkshake &lt;3 and then we followed Joel Ng to meet his "mom", who turned out to be Nat and Ning sneaky sneaky Joel. so we left them to have good wholesome fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm back here listening to hot hot heat and procrastinating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115849174904850583?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115849174904850583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115849174904850583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115849174904850583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115849174904850583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/09/talk-is-even-cheaper-told-in-bulk.html' title='talk is even cheaper told in bulk'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115842377328481029</id><published>2006-09-17T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T00:22:53.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know your kind and boys like you are a dime a dozen, but there's something about you that intrigues me. And once more I find myself &lt;strong&gt;wondering&lt;/strong&gt; if I'd ever talk to you or see you again. Are you even real? I realise I know almost nothing about you, but then again I know so much. All I have of you are those stolen moments. I should have handled you better. The irony is that I was aware that I was more than capable of that but I was so tired and dizzy with too much on my mind, just waiting for enchantment. Maybe baby, someday you willl come my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115842377328481029?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115842377328481029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115842377328481029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115842377328481029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115842377328481029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-know-your-kind-and-boys-like-you-are_17.html' title=''/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115825397535408584</id><published>2006-09-15T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T01:12:55.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello here are more pictures.</title><content type='html'>this is really random but NICOLA IS SOOOOOOO PRETTYYYYY but i don't have recent photos of her i shall go take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so uh yeah PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/IMG_1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marese and her cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/ma.jac.nic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/marese%20%26%20carmen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/7uppers%20without%20wormy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; DO YOU SEE SOMETHING PERKY. HAHAHA SEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/shaw%20toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/shaw%20toilet%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/teachers%20day%20with%20mskum.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Teachers' Day &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1164.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/IMG_1175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We Luff Kolmun&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/wasted%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1206.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/IMG_1207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/IMG_1191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaron is so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/IMG_1185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes steal his tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115825397535408584?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115825397535408584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115825397535408584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115825397535408584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115825397535408584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-here-are-more-pictures.html' title='hello here are more pictures.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115779463547576522</id><published>2006-09-09T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:40:11.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAY THE GAME.</title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;this post has been halfway-typed for really long, but I never had time to finish it. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my holidays mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, Joel Lim and I for some reason decided to watch frostbite it was a joke. no I mean it was the best movie ever you should watch it. then we went to eat muddy mud pie at coffeeclub it is the bestttt. then dinner at pepperlunch, I like pepperlunch a lot. although the waiters are dumb. yeah &lt;strong&gt;life is uncertain, eat dessert first.&lt;/strong&gt; and we watched another movie, lovewreck which was incredibly brainless but amanda byne's bod is not-badly hot and RYAN IS TOTALLY CUTE. *joins the club*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped (yes bumpity-bumped, Daryl) into Amanda Wee in the underpass, looking gorgeous as usual. talked a bit, she told me about something strange haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day I went for lunch in town with Nicky and Joel Ng, Zach and Joel Lim came too. We met Harry and Anthony at wheelock and made a lot of sick noise ewwwww. we left them and walked to Joel Ng's house, with our rented DVDs. and amagad we watched saw 2 AARRGHHH. and half of find me guilty. Joel's house has a cool secret toilet that even he didn't know about for the first month he stayed there. secret toilets are so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/200/ZACH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I like this he looks so drugged. &lt;p&gt;then Nick, Joel Ng, Denise and I played tennis at SICC. well what I did wasn't really considered playing but Nick and Denise are REALLY GOOD. and we went for supper at the prata house after that. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't do anything on thursday except go to Botanic Gardens in the evening with Nick and Joel, to "run" but we ended up doing cool shit like playing with the big marble ball and sitting on tree branches. and I had dinner with the family and small cousins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on friday I dragged my ass to school for the options briefing, it lasted a whole of half an hour, after which we took the NE quiz, woohoo propaganda panda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then it was off to town to meet Joel and Nick and we went to east coast for rollerblading! Harry came too. it was fun and Harry was really awesome for a first-timer. but I really really feel like just sprinting so fast like I used to do all the way to the hawker centre and eat coconuts, and sprint back. I love blading so much. We sat on a breakwater for really long and talked and sang (okay Harry did most of that) I love love love the beach and ocean, I never really cared much for flora&amp;fauna but the sea is just beauty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1239.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;costal erosion in action!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then we hopped on a bus which eventually took us to the esplanade, where we sat and talked about life as usual and took pictures and watched bands and jazz singers and sat on the roof and laughed at Nick (as usual too). "Fuck YOU, fuck YOU, and fuck YOU." AHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we walked to fullerton and sat and talked. we decided that Hi I'm Joel Ng, waterpolo captain, son of minister of manpower, nephew of owner of fullerton, nephew of owner of far east organisation and yeo hap seng sounded quite impressive. and then we went for supper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/COOLASS%20HARRY.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/chuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;plans with Mel, Carmen and Cheryl for saturday night fell through, due to Mel's Mommy, so I headed for Nick's instead with Harry. After lots of fussing with hair, we had dinner in town with Annabelle, talked to Crosby for a while (I miss him loads), bumped into Teri, Nat, Patrick, Liz, etc, and Shaun Lim and ACJC people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then we went back to my place to drink Joel Ng came too after his ceremonial don't-know-what, and drink we did. everyone got sooo piss drunk it was terribly funny. we were dancing about and being crazy and the only one slightly sober was Annabelle, who snapped away with my camera the entire night. and you are not authorised to view all the pictures so here are some. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/drunk%20night%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;behold the Bacardi&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ooh la la what is this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ng asserts himself by getting on the table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we woke up and went to brmc, Denise was leading worship. she has such a sweet voice! we went for class then out to town, Nick, Harry, Judith, Denise, Ariel, Dominic, Marc Seah the evil little weasel of a boy, and I. the Black-And-Green-ies, and the Italian Sonneters. Patrick came too, later. we ate at Ya Kun, then went to NYDC to eat some more. walked around and stuff. then Ariel, Harry, Denise and I went to meet Anthony and SeanPoh and Ariel and Harry left after a while so we sat at Lido and chilled, Denise went back to BR for games, we watched snakes on a plane. it was just strange and I didn't know whether to laugh, snerk, roll my eyes, or be frightened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had dinner with Jason and went to play pool at the underground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after which they made me take countless photos of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/antbutt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ant's big ass Victoria Beckham jeanzzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115779463547576522?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115779463547576522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115779463547576522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115779463547576522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115779463547576522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/09/play-game.html' title='PLAY THE GAME.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115743179326542062</id><published>2006-09-05T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:54:37.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't afraid</title><content type='html'>last night in an interesting situation, a secretly-nice stranger somehow became a friend. we talked for rather long in unexpected places accompanied by chicken rice, beer, coke, and candy. somehow you managed to see me for who I am after those few hours, and I think you were right when you said I don't belong like that, I could be much happier. and I do think you actually enjoy being nice. and you're wrong about me seeming special to everyone, you're special feeling that I'm special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers' day was cool, Naomi Has Balls and I applaude her. 7uppers gave MsKum her lovely present and played with her lovely baby Meaghan lots. then Carmen, Jac, Cheryl and I went to town for lunch, then went to chinatown to get stuffzz. then Cheryl and I went back to town and apparently bumped into Ernest on the way. Eka came and we hung around at lido for a while then watched the devil wears prada. predictable storyline but clothes were fab I could sense Cheryl drooling next to me. and then I wandered about town with Eka the Emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRUNK ON FRIDAY. it was quite fun, thankyou lifestylebash for guestlist (: Elena and I headed to sentosa, met Daryl Thio on the way there. I collected tickets for friends from Aaron and Nick, Joel, Joel, Harry, Jonah, Daniel eventually came. we met Teri Roz Sarah and Clarissa-or-something Butler and some other people outside. it was a bit strange dancing on grass. but it was fun. and okay I'd never drunk a whole bottle of beer before, and it's not thaaat foul-tasting after all. hah. fashion show was quite amusing, I knew a lot of the models. WINNER SO SEXY YAH. ahahaha. HARRY AND ANTHONY ARE SO HARDCORE YO grinding away. and they kissed AGAIN. didn't take a picture this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Thad got really really really drunk. so it was just WHERE'S THAD HE RAN OFF AGAIN FIND THAD for a while. and Thad I haven't told you this but you know you broke my bracelets when you were trying to drag us to the bar -.- Shaun and I brought him back to the hotel and dumped him in Ivan's room. and I finally got to join my roomies Elena, Harry, Anthony the Stable Sleeper, Nick, Joel, and Jonah at 630 am. Harry you are so fucking scary you know your eyes but I love you anywayyy. I think my roomies are awesome. we talked about Stuff. I know things that you will never, ever know. HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had good breakfast, then gave Ant, Elena, Jonah lift back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to explore chinatown by myself to get more stuffz, oh, the independence! come to think of it I've really never just went out by myself. my daddy was really surprised that I didn't get lost and came back in one piece. Carmen wants me to bring her to the nice shop I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and woohoo I made a necklace. yes oh Fairy Fingers + Beautifier Of All Things (including cat's paw) is back! I really haven't made anything since OM, making stuff is therapeutic. I have an itch to go papier-mache-ing and sawing and spray-painting again though. ohyes when daddy found out what I was up to he went and got me more pliers and a (?!) metal file. METAL FILE. thanks daddy. it reminded me of the days where we sat in the school gym till unearthly hours filing away at machine parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YESTERDAY Elena Aruna and I went drinking at Chipsssss I had no idea Aruna goes there but yeah we had awesome fun and downed a jug in 3 seconds flat which made the guy there Ivan really really shocked and he said they took longer to prepare it than we took to drink it. and we had this awful thing called Get Fucked and it got us Fucked alright. we were fucking high and it was really fun but the escalators there are really scary I thought I was gonna fall down and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made friends with british guys and american girls. haha they were nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Elena and Aruna got really dead-ish and collapsey and Jiayi and Jason and Nicholas came then Eka came too thank you so much I owe you. I took Elena home. you're welcome baby. only for my favourite goth girl (: you can save my life next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YES MY LIFE FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS SUMMARISED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS OF PICTURES NEXT TIME. I PROMISE. I'M REALLY LAZY. or maybe i'll just insert pictures. when I feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115743179326542062?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115743179326542062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115743179326542062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115743179326542062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115743179326542062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/09/isnt-afraid.html' title='isn&apos;t afraid'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115695450254711477</id><published>2006-08-30T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:15:02.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERDEKA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FABULOUS FREEDOM FOREVERRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; okay only until next year but that's good enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math was horrible but after that karen nicolette and i went out. yuan ying the prettiest girl in the world didn't come with us. she is officially a Loser. but she still &lt;3s me. ew loser &lt;3s me. she must like joan a lot now because all losers think joan is really cool. but ew loser &lt;3s me i must be a loser magnet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to satisfy our hokkien mee cravings at wisma and after that we pulled out our tools that we stole from classroom and materials and started constructing cards for teachers at the table. how unpublic-mannered. i am so ashamed. if anyone calls the school to complain and shirley tan gives a 10-word-a-minute speech you know who the culprits are. after a while we gave up and went shopping, we bought koolz nail polish then went to wheelock to sit around and continue with the cards. and there we saw the Pretty Jap Boy &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we bought lotsa incredibly cute egg-thingies from the slot machines the kind that dispenses stuff in plastic balls. bumped into antttt, and nick (The Real Deal) asked me to visit him and nat at coffee bean, and gnia was there too at the next table. and roz came she's always wearing that pair of pants. and i met sharan at borders she was like reading why do men fall asleep after sex oO and i bumped into nick toh who i hadn't seen for two years, he's exactly the same funny dramatic nick. and i bumped into christine too she's really prettaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cards are the same type as the big round one i made for chris-tin, but smaller and minus puffy scrawlings, but with nicolette's kickass cartoons and shizz. they are so cool and colourful and interactive and peekaboo. our cards rock :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND I BOUGHT PEZ REFILLS LOVE PEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had a quick dinner with family at dome, it was quite awful and daddy said it was the worst pizza he'd ever eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they met again to finish the cards + go to candy empire but i went out with 7upp instead to celebrate marese's birthday and shop. i was being lazy and i was on the phone at night with Companion so i came late and they already bought her present so we went to pepper lunch to await the O Grand Leader's arrival. we presented her with cake and the present and duly took lots of pictures and stupid videos. i will post some of them up another time because i'm lazy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shopped and bought laoshi and miss kum lovely-smelling presents from crabtree&amp;evelyn. and shopped some more and i got MAC stuff. i'm still so upset that that gorgeous pair of nine west shoes DOESNT COME IN MY SIZE i was all ready to buy it carmen let us weep together. the curse of the bad foot sizes :( then we went to lido to sit and chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and momz cooked fish head curry for dinner it was so good. I PAINTED MOMMY'S NAILS ORANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul sang really horrible just now. like the worst i've ever heard him sing in my life. should i start voting for him hmm. his hair is really irritating though and he wont listen to me and cut it. but voting for him would mean a better chance that joakim gomez would be kicked out so VOTE FOR PAUL. and what is with the idols' wardrobe? i've seen the senses fail shirt joakim wore at least four times on the show. and it's ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FEET REALLY HURT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuanz you are so uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115695450254711477?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115695450254711477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115695450254711477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115695450254711477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115695450254711477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/merdeka.html' title='MERDEKA!'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115669382168289278</id><published>2006-08-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:50:21.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll start a fire</title><content type='html'>YAHY NO MORE FIZIKS FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday we pretended that exams were over and went to town to eat (chippy's + scotts) and sat at scotts for like four hours, karen nicolette simran and me, talking about dysfunctional bras and the like and spying on pseudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/nametag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i think people who find this scary are funny and i was playing with simran's nametag and gonna tell that to nicolette then she started going "NOOOOOO!" hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and saturday sam and i went to "mug" at thomson plaza then annabelle came and we went to church, i feel bad for wearing shorts to church i shan't do it anymore. then we went for dinner at some pseudo sushi place and after that went to kfc to continue "mugging" because burger king played bad music. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and anna and i had like chicken although we just ate loads of sushi. then kfc closed so me and sam went to icekimo the island creamery of thomson! hohos. waffle and blueberry cheesecake icecream and snapple, fun fact: mosquitoes are attracted to people who've just eaten bananas. and some guy from the table behind us was like leaning over and staring at our worksheets when we were buying food like ewww weirdo and then icekimo closed too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO. WE GOT REALLY HIGH ON THOMSON ROAD, WITH THE STOP SIGN. ahaha it's so fun when we get hysterical and can't stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TODAY the real island creamery with simran karen and liping (my stalker)! ping so stalks me. i knew that since she copied my nicoleflowers in sec 2 and did a really bad job at it. and she's memorised my new number already and she stares at my display name all the time. and she went to check up on all my friends and knows them by name and face SCARY but i love her anyway :D I LOVE ICE CREAAAAAAM AND MUDPIESSSS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/make%20a%20car%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's us omg i'm not that short :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/karen%20pineapple.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;look at karen's cool shirt she stamped pineapples all over with a potato. CHOOS YOU HAVEN'T PAINTED MY SHIRT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omfg blogger's a being a bitch and not letting me upload the picture of ping's pseudo zip.  we totally overuse the word pseudo but it is such a useful word because there are so many pseudo things in the world. YOU PSEUDO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okazz BYE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115669382168289278?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115669382168289278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115669382168289278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115669382168289278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115669382168289278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-start-fire_27.html' title='we&apos;ll start a fire'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115641914019299443</id><published>2006-08-24T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:10:42.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're a rare kind these days</title><content type='html'>i have so many things to do after this is done we keep thinking about what we'll do when we're free that we forget to study. five more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i've thought of so far (some are longer term than others) (i hope):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch up catch up with friends&lt;br /&gt;SHOP!&lt;br /&gt;dance classes with 7uppers (i want salsa but carmen wants jazzzz)&lt;br /&gt;WATCH THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA HAHA CHEN!&lt;br /&gt;be nice to family heh heh&lt;br /&gt;cut tons of snowflakes&lt;br /&gt;Tim Burton's Beetlejuice tape that i haven't got down to watching for ages&lt;br /&gt;alone time with good books&lt;br /&gt;paint my toenails yay haha (hooker red so carmen will be happy)&lt;br /&gt;find weird / arty stuff to do + support local arts scene with BBs&lt;br /&gt;+ sleepoverrrr at jaykay's (hi can we stay over btw)&lt;br /&gt;+ walk on magical bridge&lt;br /&gt;be nocturnal&lt;br /&gt;invent more creative means to disturb koks (we already have a few great plans)&lt;br /&gt;brush up on katakana-reading (and get a bit of slam's help) to scare liping with pseudo-jappy-girlness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is singing some song about a bow-legged sailor and his bow-legged wife. then he continued to the next verse about a knock-kneed sailor and he is doing actions someone save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115641914019299443?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115641914019299443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115641914019299443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115641914019299443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115641914019299443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/were-rare-kind-these-days.html' title='We&apos;re a rare kind these days'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115640524393270103</id><published>2006-08-24T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:40:43.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBs! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/birthday!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/birthday%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115640524393270103?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115640524393270103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115640524393270103' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115640524393270103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115640524393270103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/bbs-d.html' title='BBs! :D'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115622278591408926</id><published>2006-08-22T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T13:04:36.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always been a highly judgemental and critical person. Now I judge myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was with Annabelle and Sheila, and Sheila left with JY, so Annabelle and I ended up having a good, very long, deep talk, even though I was supposed to be studying (which might explain my grades when I get them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the question you asked me and I couldn't answer. I've made up my mind, I know what I want now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I choose the second option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by that I don't mean just the option itself, I mean everything that comes with that option. It may be hard to stick to but I will be careful and I will try to make the right choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been attracted to the wrong things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will treasure the things that are important to me, and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick to death of plasticity and it's just so hard and meaningless and I don't know why I ever bothered even if it was just that little bit. I never meant for it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm real. Trust me I'm real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone I've ever hurt in my life, even if you were never true, I was never any good with words, but I repent, I repent. I never had the courage before but from now I forgive entirely and wholly. If forgiveness does not come back to me I have no one to blame but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/chucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank you. goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115622278591408926?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115622278591408926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115622278591408926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115622278591408926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115622278591408926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-always-been-highly-judgemental-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115612749747421805</id><published>2006-08-21T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T18:33:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh you're everything I'm wantingCome to think of it, I'm aching</title><content type='html'>yesterday was like, the best day, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you probably can tell, i've added a song. and if you can't tell, turn up your bleddy speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i got my LG Chocolate phone, it's quite zexy, i like. i've changed my number, it's 94520770. call all you want, as a certain friend of mine sings to prank callers, i've got freeee incoming, freeee incoming. the 'end' button is on the side of the phone though, i found that out after getting laughed at by Cheryl when i didn't know how to hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i told Daniel an elaborate, fucking hilarious lie. he bought it all. i saved the conversation. Daniel there's no point being sweet and having sexy obliques if you don't have any fucking BRAINS. hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am spontaneous, convincing and brilliant. you may worship me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a few days ago was my dear friend Silas's birthday. jiejie you know Eka and me we bully you all the time and tell you we didn't think you'd get a girlfriend until you were in university, no until you were working, no until you were 40, right in front of your girlfriend, and we used to do such stupid things to you but i can't even remember. remember when we used to hang out at holland v with tim nick bryna liting anna and whoever else all the time? god that was so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i met you two and a half years ago you've always been a friend that i could call up in unearthly hours in the middle of the night. i'd always run to you when i was hurting. it was nice talking to you on the phone again that day. i think my life would have been alot different without you. you're so uncool but hell i love you. thank you so much for everything really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john- when i see your pretty face, it takes me away to another place says:&lt;br /&gt;whats this?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;cant you see&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;blind fuck&lt;br /&gt;john- when i see your pretty face, it takes me away to another place says:&lt;br /&gt;its still loading&lt;br /&gt;john- when i see your pretty face, it takes me away to another place says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john- when i see your pretty face, it takes me away to another place says:&lt;br /&gt;did the apply media go?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;what apply media&lt;br /&gt;john- when i see your pretty face, it takes me away to another place says:&lt;br /&gt;the thing&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;what thing?!&lt;br /&gt;john- when i see your pretty face, it takes me away to another place says:&lt;br /&gt;deaf fuck!&lt;br /&gt;john- when i see your pretty face, it takes me away to another place says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;john- when i see your pretty face, it takes me away to another place says:hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've fallen for that like 109834245 times. go me.look, now it's my favourite photography subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;hm actually yuan ying&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;the people outside our school are having sex all the time&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;phew&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;at least our school is not like that&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;you never know.&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;EHHH&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;that's true&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;OH YAR THAT'S TRUE&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;well then&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;mmm.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;at least we know&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;the people in our class are not like that!&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;our class is safe&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YEAH&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEVER KNOW&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;*namecensored* RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS SUSPECTED&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;YESYESYES&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;and you forgot about&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;3s 7uppers everyone who is anyone is a waste of time. says:&lt;br /&gt;SEX GODDESS YUANZ&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;all hail ME!&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;but of course i'm nothing compared to goddess of good taste&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;million miles away&lt;br /&gt;forever i am changed by Your love says:&lt;br /&gt;she's just too hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Ryan when will you ever listen to me? everyone should listen to me because i'm always right. i'm always right. Ryan i should compile all your strange philosophies. you think too much but too little when it comes to things like that. and why do you live so far away from me? and yes the energy leaked. it didn't work. but &lt;strong&gt;why the hell did you only tell me when it was too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/saturate.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115612749747421805?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115612749747421805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115612749747421805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115612749747421805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115612749747421805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-youre-everything-im-wantingcome-to.html' title='Oh you&apos;re everything I&apos;m wanting&lt;br&gt;Come to think of it, I&apos;m aching'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115608610840546221</id><published>2006-08-20T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:03:39.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115608610840546221?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115608610840546221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115608610840546221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115608610840546221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115608610840546221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115591813547408139</id><published>2006-08-19T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:59:49.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unpopular-music.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UNPOPULAR RADIO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (yes click here.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good company at night with Tan(g)kap accent, i even had my full name mentioned on it once. i must be famous now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamcoww.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simran's eljay is veh cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115591813547408139?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115591813547408139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115591813547408139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115591813547408139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115591813547408139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/plugs.html' title='plugs'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115575039939819605</id><published>2006-08-17T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T01:46:39.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonny said to stay away, boys are nothing but trouble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/black%20flowers.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/black%20flowers.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115575039939819605?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115575039939819605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115575039939819605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115575039939819605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115575039939819605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/jonny-said-to-stay-away-boys-are.html' title='Jonny said to stay away, boys are nothing but trouble.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115566450458510625</id><published>2006-08-16T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:55:04.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sean tan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey friend 3 years you've been taking all my shit whining bitching emo-ing. there's just something that makes me trust you and tell you everything. thanks for always being there to hear me out when i have problems when i'm confused when i'm sad. you're a great friend i owe you one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115566450458510625?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115566450458510625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115566450458510625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115566450458510625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115566450458510625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/sean-tan-hey-friend-3-years-youve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115565905909881584</id><published>2006-08-16T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:24:19.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOW ME EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT</title><content type='html'>i swear dinner with my family is one of the best parts of my day. today we tried convincing my brother that he was actually a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/MISOMAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dinner with thad that day, he was really happy after making Miso Man and taking pictures of him. i think Miso Man is quite cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;myspace.com/nicoooleann add me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOUR HEART, JUST LET IT POUR OUT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115565905909881584?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115565905909881584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115565905909881584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115565905909881584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115565905909881584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/show-me-everything-youve-got.html' title='SHOW ME EVERYTHING YOU&apos;VE GOT'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115538020755383426</id><published>2006-08-12T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T19:24:21.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And all of the time you thought I was  &amp;nbspsad&amp;nbsp     &amp;nbspI was trying to remember your  &amp;nbspname.</title><content type='html'>hah i editted the previous previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was day out with my lovely 7uppers, we watched click and played pool and had lots of fun, then some of them left for various reasons e.g. ballet so cheryl and me had shopping and dinner, i helped her pick out a pretty shade of eyeliner from MAC and i found pretty shoes at nine west and we had din tai fung and sat at the same spot we did last time. haha i love fried rice! mmm. and i was being nice so i bought home xiaolongbao for my brother. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marese has cute shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_1112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/nic%20cheryl%20carmen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/7uppers%20outing%21%5Bi%20LOVE%20THEM%21%5Dsmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we decided to be exclusive and not let anyone join our little clique next year. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes hi cheryl i love you too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115538020755383426?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115538020755383426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115538020755383426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115538020755383426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115538020755383426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-all-of-time-you-thought-i-was.html' title='And all of the time you thought I was &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbspsad&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbspI was trying to remember your &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbspname.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115521768819659696</id><published>2006-08-10T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:48:08.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things come to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/heavy%20things.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/heavy%20things.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I spend my entire life waiting. And I don't even know what I'm looking for but nothing ever comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115521768819659696?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115521768819659696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115521768819659696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115521768819659696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115521768819659696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-good-things-come-to.html' title='All good things come to'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115514181781372460</id><published>2006-08-09T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T18:32:49.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maurice &lt;3 &lt;3 forever HAHAHAHAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/neo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/neo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/neo2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/neo2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/anna%20monster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/anna%20monster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/sheila%20birthday%20toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/sheila%20birthday%20toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/fendi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WE DIDNT PLAN FOR OUR BAGS TO MATCH I SWEAR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE WANTS A MACBOOK SO BAD. my ibook is like so old and slow and useless this PC i'm using now is okay though but it's a PC and PCs suck they are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lollies i'll blog about dance night another time okay cheryl i'm lazy to upload all the pics hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched haven on saturday with like gourdon and co i talked to JOBOBA! haha and his mom confiscated all his bling so funny JOB GIVE ME YOUR BLING. and i like went to find eka as instructed ahaha absolutely LOVE his pants. i think the show was quite good! and i bet they made a lot of money like no rental cost, cheap set cheap costumes and expensive tickets. i think dance night made really little, if any at all, considering booking victoria theatre is hell expensive plus one day for dress rehearsals, and costumes and makeup are shit expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to daybed bar at mohammed sultan, it's cool. and we went to dimitri's house and i had to leave early thanks to a pmsing father. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/not%20retards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS HAS GOT TO BE THE MOST FLATTERING POSE EVER it's the only decent photo from that night haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah okay i was interrupted by having to go the the park to meet kenneth and lend him dvds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of like pmsed at home all sunday and didn't do anything. and i actually went to school on monday when like marese xianying and cheryl didn't i'm guai say i'm guai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't go yesterday and slept at home the whole day and had a fabulous time talking to the 7uppers about gongs and haa haa hack sheep and and flags and vibrations hahahahaha i swear we are DAMN FUNNY TOGETHER hahahahahahahaha all of us were like laughing our asses off so much i hadn't laughed like that in a really long time. it was like craziest conversation ever woohoo online party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to watch fireworks with mystery person X and bumped into mystery people 2X HAHA. we went to cheeky's the party was okay thanks jj for guestlist you're the best but i know i'm your favourite :) my gosh kwek has like zexy hair now wow. poly does wonders. kwek is cute. happy happy birthday mikeyyy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/edit Dear Mystery Person X i had a good time and it was nice talking. i owe you a hug, okay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner at kelvin's and marlene's house today! i love their place. (especially the sound systems and computers heh heh) marlene's parents have like $100+k multidirectional speakers i hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOE IS BLEEDING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115514181781372460?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115514181781372460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115514181781372460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115514181781372460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115514181781372460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/maurice-3-3-forever-hahahahah.html' title='Maurice &lt;3 &lt;3 forever HAHAHAHAH'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115500965411516821</id><published>2006-08-08T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T12:10:26.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no i don't hate you.</title><content type='html'>i hate all your lies and deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate your backstabbing, your insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate how you manage to fail to recognise that what you're doing is wrong, and instead turn the blame on others, the ones who see through you. you're only good at calling names, conjuring up nasty biting words like they have done you wrong. have you no guilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all your little lies, two-faced cheating, gradually building into a characteristic pattern that is so transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate your selfishness, how you only care about what others think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate your desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate your fakeness. your forced friendships that are forged just to benefit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your manipulativeness. how you so willingly hurt others, your own friends, just to save your own face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it most that you deny it all to the point that you start to believe your own lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't believe you're evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at yourself and see how ugly you've become. you're ugly to me.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you get what you deserve: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, if you think this is about you, don't be so vain, it's probably not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115500965411516821?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115500965411516821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115500965411516821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115500965411516821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115500965411516821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-i-dont-hate-you_08.html' title='&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;no i don&apos;t hate you.&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115453490381617899</id><published>2006-08-02T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:08:23.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dreams are more magical than yours.</title><content type='html'>it's been pretty hectic lately with dance night rehearsals, my skin on my feet is so raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I went for detention on thursday, they made me walk all the way to bloody block J with the last-year-morning-announcement prefect and made me write reflections on not cutting my nails and not tucking in my PE shirt. like, write one paragraph about why you're in detention class, I DIDN'T CUT MY NAILS. what are some good qualities about yourself, and how would you have used them so as to not be in detention today I LIKE CUTTING MY NAILS AND BEING NEAT I SHOULD HAVE CUT MY NAILS. and the worst one was like, who have your actions affected and how blah blah. oh gosh the world is such a gloomier place with Nicole's Long Nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last friday was Sheila's birthday, and we celebrated on saturday at swensen's, Annabelle, Sam, JY, her and I. pictures will be uploaded later, she hasn't sent me. JY was really sweet and he ran all the way to god-knows-where to get her a ben&amp;jerry's icecream cake, and some huge bag that she had been fancying, stuffed full with candies. it was a really big bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my ticket for Carillon, performance by Raffles Ringers. I'm so sorry Karen, Natalie and Jiakang (and Joan the MC) I couldn't go but yeah I would have fallen asleep anyway. but hey at least i bought a ticket and supported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after dinner I met Gordon and we hung around and watched Tokyo Drift which was immensely boring and stupid but I thought the cars were kinda cute. and my mom wouldn't let me stay out later than like 2 because she gets cranky and paranoid when my dad's not around (he was in LA) so like she sent Godpa and Godma and Chris to pick me up on their way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on sunday, there was Annabelle and church and Sammo and BRIYANI HAHAHAHAHA BRIYAANNIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!111111111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had full dress yesterday, it was really, really bad. i'm not going to elaborate. instead, i will bitch about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY SUCKS. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we got KICKED OUT OF THE GYM BY THE FECKING FENCERS I HATE MISS KUM SHE SAID SHE BOOKED THE GYM EVERY WEDNESDAY BUT SHE DIDNT i haaaaaaaaate her and she can still like bitch at us for every little thing but she can't even book the gym for prac i mean they can fence on the FIELD for all i care it's our LAST PRAC so we went to the kschee which is already gross and mirrorless and got kicked out again by stupid smelly little kids who aren't smart enough to get into RG but who desperately wanna DSA in. okay it wasn't their fault but i'm being a bitch now so shut up so yeah WE DANCED AT THE KOI PONG OH MY GOD. it was so torturous. and i made a sec one cry today i'm so sorry but i was really pissed off i know you were putting in effort but it really just wasn't working. shouldn't have pushed you so hard. dance night's in two days and i really don't know how we're going to pull this item off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, heh heh elena. she copy me! yes my feet are small all my converse have 5 holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/Image078.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115453490381617899?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115453490381617899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115453490381617899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115453490381617899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115453490381617899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-dreams-are-more-magical-than-yours.html' title='my dreams are more magical than yours.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115436396108894325</id><published>2006-08-01T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:39:21.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ender</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its just like you to contest&lt;br /&gt;You wear it like a label on your breast&lt;br /&gt;Dont you see what this takes of me?&lt;br /&gt;A certain callousness complies&lt;br /&gt;With your charm &amp;amp; in your pride&lt;br /&gt;A hopeful look draped in despise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to give you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you need.&lt;br /&gt;What is it you need?&lt;br /&gt;Is it what I need?&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you need.&lt;br /&gt;What is is you need?&lt;br /&gt;Is it within me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its hard to explain how I am getting by&lt;br /&gt;On so little from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its hard to believe that I would let myself&lt;br /&gt;Get so wrapped in you.&lt;br /&gt;Theres got to be something that would&lt;br /&gt;Be worthwhile for me to give to you.&lt;br /&gt;We need a connection but you&lt;br /&gt;Seem to push me far away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The harder I push the further I fall.&lt;br /&gt;Well you dont mind me being headstrong.&lt;br /&gt;But you dont want to sing along.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its trite but I can always be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115436396108894325?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115436396108894325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115436396108894325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115436396108894325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115436396108894325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/08/ender.html' title='ender'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115367157709235344</id><published>2006-07-24T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:52:32.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i kissed you in a style Clark Gable would be proud, (i thought it classic)</title><content type='html'>hello peoples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a bottle of disinfectant spray please buy that for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racial harmony day was so funkayezXzz jiakang natalie joan karen and me dressed up as malay men. and a bunch of malay girls checked us out wakakakax. the rest of the sec 4s had like bhangrarobics which karen and i ponned, we went to eat bachang/sleep in 412 and we didnt play the racially harmonious games either sat at the netball courts and ate lollipops that a prefect gave us. then a bunch of classmates joined us and ponned games too and we talked about.. me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and CHERYL CHEN YOU ARE SUCHA STALKER HAHAHAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/abang.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and the Abang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/gaygan.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i-think-viktor-frankenstein-is-hot kAwAiI wA yOxXxxZzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and cheryl had lunch at burger king. and tortaly bitched during dance, about stupid juniors, like hello you want to give us attitude and piss us off, we're going to make sure you DIE. i attempted to drill the sec ones at hiphop, carmen thinks i have amazing patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family friends from LA are in town so we went for dinner with them at like some seafood place SELENA IS SO ADORABLE I LOVE HER and ethan too they are such cool kids. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i brought selena shoppinggg! i bumped into tons of people, sam, sheila, jingyuan, and shaun ong, and winner, hannah, sean poh, and amos, nat bala and daniel, and amelia BIMBO! and ate dinner with my family and hers in newton, it's such a touristy place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then after dinner i went drinking with thad, elyas, steffi and gordon at some little pub thing called chips that was full of emokids and british kids and played rock music. i like that place. haha steffi very enterprising these days eh? and two british kids both called olivia joined us they're funny. i swear the most probable way of me dying right now is by SECOND HAND SMOKE. i'm going to get cancer and die help meee. stop blowing smoke in my face all you horrid people. daddy picked me up at 230 and i slept til 3 pm on sunday! how uber awesome is that. best sleep in really long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/jolie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; jolie is very sexy and gordon would like to think his tongue is sexier. YES THAT'S A TONGUE CAN YOU SEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;dough the stuff that buys me beer, ray the guy that sells me beer, me the guy that drinks the beer haha i shan't go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/marlboro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;steffi's deformed IHEARTU CAN YOU SEE CAN YOU SEE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sunday church and dinner with my family and selena's in town, shopped for a bit. mmmmmm :) i bumped into roz and nat and weiren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;★Consecraving bruised knees are our thing! says: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no la it takes two hands to clap &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;★Consecraving bruised knees are our thing! says: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nick. its how the hustle goes says: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but one hand can snap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha i miss nick. we are going to have tea soon and mourn deaths. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i bumped into jon at far east yesterday! miss that bitch so much man :D and cheryl and i finished choreographing hiphop! we are such geniuses i swear. WHO NEEDS RACHEL EFFENDY ANYWAY? okay i didnt mean that we all love rach to bits :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHH I JUST WATCHED IDOL AND I SOOO KNEW THAT PAUL WAS GONNA DO PRATAHOUSE! HAH. HAH. minah magnetttttt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115367157709235344?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115367157709235344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115367157709235344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115367157709235344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115367157709235344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-kissed-you-in-style-clark-gable.html' title='i kissed you in a style Clark Gable would be proud, (i thought it classic)'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115330776062304019</id><published>2006-07-19T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:16:00.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE GAY GAN YUAN YING BECAUSE SHE READS MY BLOG EVERYDAY AND DOESN'T TAGGGG WHAT AN IDIOT YES YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and hello tan yue zhen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday we had dance elections and gosh our juniors are so hopeless we didnt know who to vote for but in the end we mianqianged and just voted like who cares we won't be here next year anyway! haha. then i went with Chen, Zheng Ning and Andrea to hiphop shop, we found nice pants. Andrea you are soOoo bimbotic. I couldn't join Chen, Carmen and Jac for piratesss cause i was already watching it the next day. and then my whole saturday morning and afternoon we had DANCE like from 9 to 4, laoshi finished choreographing wrath! whoopdeedoo. but it is so hard and tiring to do. or we're just really unfit. probably the latter. the dance is quite cool :) and i am expecting the costumes to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone say byebye to nicole's toes. because they died and are six feet under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got a cab home, showered etc and cabbed to esplanade to meet Ryan JUST AS A VACANT AFFAIR FINISHED PLAYING gawd. so we went to town and watched pirates HAHAHA JOHNNY DEPP IS THE SEX he's so amazing apparently when they first wrote pirates, jack sparrow was supposed to be like a normal guy and his quirkiness was all added on on Johnny Depp's part. the ending sucked though. we bumped into a large group of acjc kids including dear mister JWONG who still has my ezlink card but he did not happen to bring it &gt;&lt; so pissing ugh. I LIKE PICKLES. then we sat somewhere and had a really interesting talk (the interesting part came mostly from Gomes) and i do not think he's crazy/weird but i just found out there was a lot more to Ryan Gomes than it first seemed and i don't think i'll ever be able to understand him, but i accept everything he said and i respect him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day i went for a foot massage with daddy to soothe my poor aching feet (with the dead toes) and halfway through i got a message from Vidya that read "Roses on raindrops and kiskers on whittens" which i thought was REALLY random although we used to sing that a lot in like sec 2 and she explained that she was reminiscing about the "good old days when we were young, innocent and carefree" HAHAHA j-o-k-e. Vidya is so hilarious i love her. then church with Annabelle! there was no space to sit because the RCIA people were (okay i honestly don't know what they were doing) and taking up a lot of space so like 1/4 of the congregation had nowhere to sit but nooo they didn't want to open the upstairs section like they do in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thennn i found out that elena couldn't go for baybeats because she spent the whole afternoon doing the wrong french paper that GOON so i cabbed down (ANNABELLE MADE ME DROP HER AT THE TRAFFIC LIGHT WHICH WAS 200 M AWAY) and the uncle said she was lazy hahahaha. i met Ryan and Russell and Russel's friends whose names i cannot remember then we made Jules come find us then Eugenia (alienny #2) and Harry came. Concave Scream is really good (y) and harry went off because he was sad about _____ and he wanted to go home and cry AND WE SMSED NATTHEMAD BUT SHE WASN'T THERE :(((( gnia lesbian crushes her. alienny #1 &lt;3 we met Jesslyn and Liz who is REALLY CUUUUUTE but older than us but SO CUTE and Dharma the west grand guitarist whose hair is really long now he was like NICOLE and i didnt recognise him for two seconds. haha we watched Electrico in the bloody middle of the bloody moshpit it was so traumatising and i almost died and gnia got kissed by gross random guy ew ew. but it was good and AMANDA LING IS SO BLOODY FECKING HOT &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;cursor:hand;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6d938b3127cce8b4e043e38d400000016103AatmzNy0Y6" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/electrico2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;cursor:hand;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6d938b3127cce8b4e043fb9e500000016103AatmzNy0Y6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;cursor:hand;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6d938b3127cce8b4e043db9e700000016103AatmzNy0Y6" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MOSHMOSH! you can see Desmond and Daniel on stage if you squint.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/electrico1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan Jesslyn Liz Gnia Dharma me and some girl whose name i THINK is Jasmine or something went to carl's junior woohoo i shared a burger with gnia yumyum carl's junior rocks my socks. "Pickles are cucumbers soaked in evil." - Dharma. PICKLES ARE GOOD OKAY &lt;3 and Gnia and i have the same red strappy pierre cardin bra! how uncanny alien is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;cursor:hand;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6d938b3127cce8b4e0252b98b00000016103AatmzNy0Y6" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;cursor:hand;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6d938b3127cce8b4e025338ba00000016103AatmzNy0Y6" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what absolutely fabulous retards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hah, Eugenia thank me for not putting your BEEF FACE UP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115330776062304019?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115330776062304019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115330776062304019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115330776062304019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115330776062304019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-on-fire.html' title='I&apos;m on fire'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115280181024645986</id><published>2006-07-13T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:53:44.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not gonna wait for the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/elena%20hide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/elena%20hide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/elena%20%20%20nicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with elena and aruna on saturday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i left for some house party and got dead drunk thanks everyone for taking care of me although i can't remember a thing. i am so not getting drunk again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for the swim finals on tuesday morning. zach broke record for 2oo backstroke! yay. met him and sean tan and eka and zhixiu. i think lettes and simran and karen and i spent most of our time drinking MILO FROM THE MILO VAN NGYAHAHAHAHAHA we are going to have a milo party and hire a milo van and all wear green and brown and drink milo all day. WOOHOO! and on the way back to school we went to buy dragon's beard from wisma! which is really good but the cute auntie wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was such a slacky day at school even though it was a long day. we had two free blocks and i spent one and a half sleeping, and half talking and helping huimin make paper sampans from newsweek pages. and we watched frankenstein during english which was highly reminiscent of watching frankenweenie at karen's. haha. then i came home and slept for three more hours! WHAT A PIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dr slatter is so cute he showed us this steve vai video then took out his jackson electric guitar and pretended that he actually wanted to point out that there were electromagnets in the pickups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello to classmates who are reading this :) "a lot of our classmates read your blog but they don't tag. you're quite famous in our class." - yuan ying. like, WHAT?! you mean all these people actually.. know me?? like they know who i am? omgggg!!!11 YUAN YING DOESN'T READ MY BLOG. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115280181024645986?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115280181024645986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/saccharine1319"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/saccharine1319"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steffi's, Audrey's and Charmaine's online jewelry store!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise it's pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/saccharine1319" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115253062636521899?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115234126148251826</id><published>2006-07-08T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T14:50:34.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nyeh nyeh</title><content type='html'>dance yesterday was just so painful. i am going to end up with broken ankles and wrists soon. in fact Wrath is not even really angry, it's just a let's-show-you-what-us-seniors-can-do dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to town to meet elena and karen, karen and i got a junk food tee for elena, and then we walked around and ate old chang kee and drank sugar cane juice. natalie and joan came and we took the mrt to bugis. and guess who i bumped into at orchard mrt. what are the odds man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicola and jaykay joined us at the national library and we watched a production called The First Family by The Finger Players, tbt's company. it was written by Chong Tze Chien, he is very interesting. it was part shadow puppetry part acting, altogether very ingenius and hilarious, the effects and lighting were very good. there were some very disturbing parts though. such as the part where they went, so we burned their villages to the ground and raped their women. then they all started humping on the floor and some got into sex positions. and this was while the actors were acting as actors and had blank masks behind their heads and were acting back facing the audience which could also be considered a form of puppetry. the costumes were very elaborate and odd and there were plenty of cross-dressing and strange things. there was no set though, save for a white screen at the back and lots of silk screens. it's the first production by TFP i've seen that wasn't dark and morbid and plain scary, so it was really different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we had supper at bras basah, and we tried to see if it was really 24 hours. i had my briyani :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt; all the cinemas got really strict&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;ITS CAUSE THERE WAS A NEWSPAPER ARTICLE&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;are you serious&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;just like the clubs&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;they wrote an article about the clubs&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;i tell you&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;singapore is becoming communist&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;damn stupid&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;the weekend that the club article came out&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;that was the time indochine got raided&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;exactly&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;zomg spider man 3 looks so dark&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;and they got really strict too&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;so pissing eh&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;exactly&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;who&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;as in which fellow youth&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;wants to conspire with the oppressive repressive singaporean gahmen&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;they should like make it according to iq or something&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;not age&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;like we're in rgs, doesn't that make us two years older?&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah and if you are in umm&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;aha&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;monks hill&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;you are 2 years younger&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;all geppers are at least 1 year older&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;rgs +2&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;gepper +1&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;household income over 3k +1&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;household income over 5k +1&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;household income over 10k +1&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;haha wtf&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;so if your household income is over 10k&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;you are actually 3 years older&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;but what has household income gotta do with it&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;why not&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;err how does that make you more mature!&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;and some rich people are really stupid&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;but if you are richer&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ichi // http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page says:&lt;br /&gt;so they should just let you in anyway&lt;br /&gt;★Viviene Muthusamyette and if i die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be says:&lt;br /&gt;oh right (y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115234126148251826?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115234126148251826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115234126148251826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115234126148251826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115234126148251826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/07/nyeh-nyeh.html' title='nyeh nyeh'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115220341841612846</id><published>2006-07-07T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:36:44.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bandages</title><content type='html'>my gosh i haven't watched superman! due to complications with cheryl and The Gate Man, i spent my youth day evening with thad. (and estelle is pretty strange but so adorable hohohoho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday and wednesday dancing was fun, far east has become a tuesday lunch ritual for 7up. and we didnt miss the busstop!!! wowza. the CNA people came down to film carmen, while we were doing our torturous wrath dance. broadway and hip hop yesterday was pretty good and we've got the formations and stuff all set. it's really fun O Grand Leader-ing marese haha. and HIP HOP MY GOSH carmen i am ahem your video star eh. hahahaaa fucking funny we almost died laughing at vanessa the fat pig -thumbs nose at carmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abby is such a darling! we do such stupid things as partners i swear. and andrea baby thank GOD you're pretty! hahahaha. and we had synchronised barbaric dried fish ripping-with-teeth sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sec 2s are really not as bad as i thought, they're actually really cute and awesome and sardonic and we all burst out laughing at vanessa and other gross things i probably shouldnt mention here together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today today i went to town to meet thad and john, they are so re-fucking-tarded and they're even worse when they're together my gawddd it almost killed me! we just chilled and walked around and i ate cheesecake and john got shoes from topman so yay they both have nice shoes hurray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trusting ryan and he is trusting me. i think it's nice when you somehow get the feeling you can give someone your trust and know they won't betray it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh that armin van buuren thing zach sent me is playing! AAAAHHH. it's somewhat irritating yet makes me want to dance. oh i want to learn to liquid! and do the fireball shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and about the entire world cup fever thing, i just wanted to say that HAH i knew italy and france would be in the finals, and yes i am rooting for italy because spending two weeks on vacation there has undeniably created a strange.. loyalty? oO fondness? in me for italia and besides they have fendi and ferragamo and furla and most of all I LOVE PASTA AND PIZZA so yeah italy ftw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright sleeepy goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115220341841612846?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115220341841612846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115220341841612846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115220341841612846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115220341841612846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/07/bandages.html' title='bandages'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115191507368759974</id><published>2006-07-03T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T16:36:08.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm only asking if you remember, remember</title><content type='html'>yesterday was good. church with annabelle, she's becoming like sam. half an hour late! we went to town to meet sheila and jy, i missed sheilaaaa! we had a horrible dinner at nooch dont go there! but still the company was good. and sheila went to the mezzanine at hyatt for the buffet and she says it sucks cos it's 125 for lunch but it sucks and shagrila's the line is much better. so don't go there. ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/bent%20chopsticks.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/nig%26belle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;annabelle and i went to play pool with thad and john, some of their other friends were there too. and I MET THAD'S SISTER :D:D:D HAHAHAAAAA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday was elena's birthday. i love you my silly impulsive manson girl &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115191507368759974?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115191507368759974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115191507368759974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115191507368759974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115191507368759974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-only-asking-if-you-remember.html' title='i&apos;m only asking if you remember, remember'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115182036693792658</id><published>2006-07-02T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:14:23.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fish o fillet</title><content type='html'>hah i totally slept the whole of yesterday except following my dad to get a foot massage at some dunnowhat good earth foot wellness spa thing thing. (which was really good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went to jason's house with steffi, thaddaeus, wisnioski, elyas and we had pizzaaaa then we watched really stupid videos on youtube and played stupid drinking games and drank a lot of kahlua IT IS SO GOOD like better than bailey's. and then steffi wanted to go liquidroom so went they didnt even check our ids. haha well i had quite an enjoyable night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH gomes' love philosophies are so funnaaaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay you know what my life is just boring and if there's one word to describe how i've been feeling for the longest time it has to be BORED. not the kind of boredness of the moment it's like a drone that wont go away. there's nothing really meaningful in my life and i'm not doing anything meaningful at all. like i told thadd, i'm not particularly cool, or exciting, or pretty or nice or interesting or smart. and i'm doomed to lead a life of mundanity and mediocrity and i'm sorry for wanting more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115182036693792658?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115182036693792658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115182036693792658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115182036693792658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115182036693792658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/07/fish-o-fillet.html' title='fish o fillet'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115174521748753288</id><published>2006-07-01T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:17:53.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just how good it can be</title><content type='html'>tokyo december o5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/shinjuku%20is%20real.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/shibuya%20junction!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/shinjuku%20is%20real.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/shinjuku%20is%20real.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/shibuya%20junction!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/shibuya%20junction%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/street.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/nigel%20and%20baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/nigel%20and%20baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/niole%20mommy%20nigel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/niole%20mommy%20nigel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/nigel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/nigel%20in%20a%20hole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/nicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/nigel%20sho%20gute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/nige%20and%20mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/balloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115174521748753288?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115174521748753288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115174521748753288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115174521748753288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115174521748753288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-how-good-it-can-be.html' title='just how good it can be'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115168312178820269</id><published>2006-06-30T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:58:41.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nicole you are a magician with font sizes (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115168312178820269?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115168312178820269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115168312178820269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115168312178820269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115168312178820269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/06/nicole-you-are-magician-with-font.html' title=''/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115167436279065508</id><published>2006-06-30T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:39:20.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my feet are majorly pain owwwww</title><content type='html'>yes and as you can see from cheryl's tag, she's hurting too the things we go through for dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laoshi started on choreography today, she's making this really hard wrathe dance, but it's pretty cool but super painfullll. owwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were all hurting so bad after prac that we skipped shopping! like hello that's gotta be pretty serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superman is out! WHOOPDEEDOO. hopefull i'll get to catch it tomorra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and i am super shocked by the marks i got for english like SHOCKED i got it back and i was like O.O and yuan ying idolises me now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh im talking to steffi nowww. haven't done that in ages! and like we were talking about how we used to hang out and go play pool and stuff hahaha so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet my legggggssss oh my god i think i have bruises all over my hips and shoulders and everywhere. i am so whiny i know you cannot stand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the sausage from chippy at far east! hahaha 7up minus wormy (she had imcb) went there for lunch the other day mmmm sausages. haha i love 7up we like gawking and laughing at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. i received news that our prom night is gonna be at ORCHARD HOTEL??! like what the fuck was the organising committee thinking! stupid sec 3s. like ewwww if it's at orchard hotel we are so not going. we're gonna have our own little partaye and go errr. OUT! like cheryl says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RGS dance night Espressione II is on the 4th of August at Victoria Theatre, tickets are $12 $15 $18 you have to pay me by next week today is friday btw. and yes that's a stupid question of course i'm dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see yaa fooooooolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115167436279065508?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115167436279065508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115167436279065508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115167436279065508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115167436279065508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-feet-are-majorly-pain-owwwww.html' title='my feet are majorly pain owwwww'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115151545984117199</id><published>2006-06-29T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T01:26:23.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a-wop boma lu-mop</title><content type='html'>it's tingle's birthday! happy birthday to you happy birthday to you happy birthday to mark tan happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please go to &lt;a href="http://jesusmusicyeah.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jesusmusicyeah.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, my friend Elias Soh of &lt;strong&gt;The Vinyl Summer&lt;/strong&gt; has uploaded some podcasts. No, this has nothing to do with christian music. he likes the word Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ is having a birthday party. Here are the details in a very poorly written bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifestylebash.com presents Devils On The Bartop&lt;br /&gt;8th July 2006&lt;br /&gt;For Ages . 18 &gt;After the recent success of our Vertigo series comes&lt;br /&gt;A brand new partying concept in a brand new club .&lt;br /&gt;Singapore`s very own Devil`s Bar ( Orchard Parade Hotel )&lt;br /&gt;Not frequent by many of us as they only allow 21 yrs and above to enter on regular nights . And Lifestylebash will&lt;br /&gt;Start the ball rolling as we are the first to hold a tertiary bash here so be there &amp; be seen in this Bartop&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Extravaganza that will last till the morning light ( 6 am )an event proudly supported by Corona &amp;amp; Devils Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Bartop Dancer walks away with a pair of Coldplay Tickets !!Drink Deals . A set of 5 set beer bottles going at only -&gt; 30 SGD &lt;-yes . unbelievably cheap we know Here`s the best part 8pm – 11 pm , 3am – 6am ----&gt; 1-for-1 ß---&lt;br /&gt;Priviledged Devils . InTheVip . 2 Free Drinks upon Entry&lt;br /&gt;Exclusive Discount on Bottles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priority Sofa Seating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely , we know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singled Out Dating System where you can request us to Single Out your favourite Lifestylebash.com Vip Eye Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priority Queue System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Ladies , You get a priviledge slip that entitles you free entry for our next lifestylebash event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Cup Fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiple Giant Plasma Screens will be installed in the Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Match Screened would be : Third Place Play Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avid Fans Spotted would walkaway with WC2006 Goodie Bags !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress code : what devils would wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presale 20 SGD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vip &amp;amp; Table Enquiries&lt;br /&gt;Zach - 98552826&lt;br /&gt;Jj -98780250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ask me if you want tickets. And you get a kiss from JJ if you wish him happy birthday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115151545984117199?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115151545984117199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115151545984117199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115151545984117199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115151545984117199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/06/wop-boma-lu-mop.html' title='a-wop boma lu-mop'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115142244379119509</id><published>2006-06-27T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:35:53.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's our time, sweet baby</title><content type='html'>and it hits you hard that you're back in school when Ying Qiao noises interrupt your shortlived moments of peace at unearthly hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was good, church with anna and sam, prata house after that. ghee oil fat flour, mmmhm yummy. we sat and talked for ages, and on our way out walking past the clinic i spotted jy inside. so we walked in and there was sheila lying in his lap, her forehead burning, looking like she was dying. so we hung around, ate sheila's candy (nerd ropes, super good) and waited til she had seen the doctor. (she bounded out eventually, announcing that she had been given 2 days of MC, all signs of previous illness vanished) sheila and jy, YOU TWO AH. felt good all of us being together again, although merely a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont believe i've mentioned that shangrong, jiezhen and jieming have gone off to the US for 3 years and they wont be coming back to visit til next june. that day crosby and i went to the airport to see them off. i miss you already little foetus :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicolette has coconut hair which is really cute, and i touched it alot today because she actually washed it yesterday. i actually missed my class. i'm sitting next to dengying again this term, and tan yuezhen is sitting behind me! :D :D ahaha. oh.. my.. GOD. thanks athena for PBCs (for daryl's information, they are reese's peanut butter cups) i left something in your class tray :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my uo stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: i'm going to revamp my wardrobe!&lt;br /&gt;nicole: why?&lt;br /&gt;dad: IT'S CALLED A MIDLIFE CRISIS SHUT UP AND EAT YOUR DINNER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115142244379119509?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115142244379119509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115142244379119509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115142244379119509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115142244379119509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-our-time-sweet-baby.html' title='it&apos;s our time, sweet baby'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115134094475768673</id><published>2006-06-27T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T17:15:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tramps and lunatics</title><content type='html'>i said "oh.. my.. god." 13 times during assemby today, yue zhen counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am eka's lucky star. and he likes the grappa i gave him, we're going to buy brandy next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anthony and his little crises are exasperating and thadd and his crisis is kinda scaring me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115134094475768673?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115134094475768673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115134094475768673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115134094475768673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115134094475768673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/06/tramps-and-lunatics.html' title='tramps and lunatics'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115122349990538403</id><published>2006-06-25T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T01:01:57.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the devils are girls with Van Gogh's missing ear you say what you want but filth is all that they hear</title><content type='html'>oh gosh hello :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fashion show was really great and i had a lot of fun, but pictures later because everyone's still trying to collect more haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before, i wenta meet anthony CHEE in town and he was being SO ANNOYING and UGH about something but i cant say here he'd kill me. then shaun came down and ant made us buy SOMETHING for him and walked around and ate and stuff and winner finished tennis at hyatt so ant went off with her and shaun and i went to watch omen. and i saw one of the female makeup artists! she is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday tea with nick did not happen haha. i stayed at home and had a very intellectual and brilliant discussion with zhijian about why clothes were invented. then elena and i went shopping :) got jeans and eyeliner. and we went to see funny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. elena is so cute that girl i &lt;3 her so much except that she went ahead and enlarged her ear after all that trouble and us yanking out the enlarger countless times. here's her ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/elena%27s%20ear.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha and it's damn funny seeing lez all mushy and shit. ahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115122349990538403?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115122349990538403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115122349990538403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115122349990538403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115122349990538403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/06/devils-are-girls-with-van-goghs.html' title='the devils are girls with Van Gogh&apos;s missing ear you say what you want but filth is all that they hear'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115074080859548865</id><published>2006-06-20T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T02:13:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lipgloss and black.</title><content type='html'>my flight came in at about 6 am today. then went for fashion show rehearsal at acjc for most of the day. then we bought godpa, godma and chris buffet dinner at the line, shangrila, for looking after our house/maid/rabbit/cars i hardly ate, just lots of sushi and CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN and a bit of the other stuff. i like shangrila's buffet! havent been there since like. december?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man im sleepy have to wake up early. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115074080859548865?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115074080859548865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115074080859548865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115074080859548865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115074080859548865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/06/lipgloss-and-black.html' title='lipgloss and black.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115067914295665735</id><published>2006-06-19T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:05:42.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I R BACKZZZZZZ</title><content type='html'>LOADS of pictures coming up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115067914295665735?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115067914295665735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115067914295665735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115067914295665735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115067914295665735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-r-backzzzzzz.html' title='I R BACKZZZZZZ'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115016790524918395</id><published>2006-06-13T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:10:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INVADETH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who manx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm invading on the account that i am freaking bored and found something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS EMILYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/untitled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115016790524918395?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115016790524918395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115016790524918395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115016790524918395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115016790524918395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/06/invadeth-guess-who-manx.html' title=''/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-115011651769493196</id><published>2006-06-12T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:45:51.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CIAOCIAO</title><content type='html'>HELLO I AM IN FLORENCE. I JUST BOUGHT NEW SHADES YAY HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEZ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then theres cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★7upper!    im in rome! scrive:&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;ME TOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;★7upper!    im in rome! scrive:&lt;br /&gt;you miss you guys too?&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;i dont miss you AT ALL!! ;p&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;★7upper!    im in rome! scrive:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;★7upper!    im in rome! scrive:&lt;br /&gt;fine la&lt;br /&gt;★7upper!    im in rome! scrive:&lt;br /&gt;no italian chocolates for you&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;AHH NOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;i MISS NICOLE ANN IMELDA LEONGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;★7upper!    im in rome! scrive:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;SEE THREE HEARTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;that's shows i LURVE YOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;nic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;★7upper!    im in rome! scrive:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;nono, dont be angry with me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a pig. and i am supposed to bring back the boy with nice eyes in a suitcase for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;eh biatch, i'm bored at home. fly back soon  &lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;i miss partying with you&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;*sulks*&lt;br /&gt;★7upper!    im in rome! scrive:&lt;br /&gt;awww&lt;br /&gt;★7upper!    im in rome! scrive:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;★7upper!    im in rome! scrive:&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;eh excuse me&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;your next line is "AWWWWW I MISS YOU A WHOLE LOT TOO BABE!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;★7upper!    im in italy! scrive:&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWW I MISS YOU A WHOLE LOT TOO BABE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;★-7upper!              are we still friends? cause i really don't know scrive:&lt;br /&gt;okay good, next line: " i'm flying back IMMEDIATELY!!! JUST FOR YOU!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-115011651769493196?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/115011651769493196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=115011651769493196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115011651769493196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/115011651769493196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/06/ciaociao.html' title='CIAOCIAO'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114951499121582311</id><published>2006-06-05T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:42:00.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the jet-set is fabulous.</title><content type='html'>ahh just came home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway guys, i'm leaving for Rome at 1 am, until the 19th, coming in about 6 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the samfok's fashion show rehearsal with Winner today! it was quite funny. the catwalk coach guy called Salem or something is super gay and hilarious i love him. i'm supposed to be MORBID. the rest of the models are mostly from acjc, some from rjc. and i'm walking the runway with thaddaeus. come and watch okay? it's 21st June at Zouk, tickets going at $15, it's going to be entertaining! clothes by All Dressed Up and Kai. age limit is probably 16. and you can go for Paul's/Hanwei's/Duane's + Lifestyle Bash party at DXO after the show. email me how many tickets you want! givemecrack@hotmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway saturday was Errol's birthday party. happy birthday again youuu. haha. and we found out that he actually comes here. HELLO DOMAS. i like mama chandra's food! mmmm. and the ruggers are super gangster. they decided to make each other pass out and i have the butler video! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy, i have to go pack my laptop. goodbye sweet people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114951499121582311?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114951499121582311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114951499121582311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114951499121582311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114951499121582311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/06/jet-set-is-fabulous.html' title='the jet-set is fabulous.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114921903852736334</id><published>2006-06-02T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:35:55.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need your goodnight.</title><content type='html'>Whoa, it's friday again. That leaves me with three days before I fly off to Roma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to blog about the day Natalie Joan and I went eating! And Joan the Guru Of That Other Aspect shared with us many interesting things that you probably wouldn't wanna know. But then again, maybe you would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoth Natalie, "Nicole, ah lians have feelings too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never liked Idol, always thought it was overhyped commercial bullshit (and so did you). Just look at Taufik and Sylvester, who only got anywhere because they had screaming fan minahs and ahlians respectively voting for them. They ought to be shot. But, idol will be ownage this year cause there's Paul and Jon! woohoo I am such a loyal friend. Last night, a whole horde of Paul's friends (and a bunch of minahs dressed like him) bounced into the mediacorp studios for the results show. Lots of waiting but we quite had fun, and Paul and Jon both got into the top 12. Oh and we had toasted sandwiches from a vending machine! Li Juan and I were all fascinated and shit. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twohill's always had fans, I somehow still remember the time at Chinablack (before it closed down) a bunch of fangirls were all like PAUL PAUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Elias puts it, albeit disgustedly, Paul's a popstar now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/renee%26nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/renee%26nicole.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Renee and me&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, my good deed for the week, I went down to help Nick with chinese on sunday! before his Os. And lent him notes and stuff. HAHA. Then Annabelle Sam and I went to Christ the King for mass, haven't been to that place in AGES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday, I went out with Eka, Paul Crosby and Pengyan, then Eka and Pengyan left and we met Nick for a while, who was with Marc (so cute) and someone else. Then Paul and I went down to cine for a drink and snacks at Galilee&amp;Friends, bumped into Teri on the way. And Paul got pictures of someone really cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/slurp%20crosby.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/slurp%20crosby.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennn Serangoon Gardens for dinner with parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on tuesday, I had to wake up sooo eaarlyy for broadway in the morning, we really didn't get anything done just taught some juniors the moves. Me and Chen spent most of the time talking lying on the crash mats oooooh I LOVE crashmats! Then Carmen, Jac and I went to macs at plaza for breakfast, and 7up was born! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to Cheryl's house in 5 minutes! :D Vaunt at MOS that night, bloody bloody crowded. The queue was SOO long, but thank god for VIP. and I MISSED SHAUN LIM AND WINNER MODELLING :( Inside was damn crowded so we spent a lot of the time walking along the river, Cheryl, Lez, Melody, Eka, Trevor, Errol, me, and the ruggers. The guys finished a bottle of bacardi and some people got really high. And we watched these emo gangsters (NORRIS! YEAH!!!) almost-fight. Then Cheryl, Mel, Eka, and I found Shaun and we all went into the vip room which was the sky lounge and chilled. I met Winner there she looked lovely in her outfit and hundred-buck updo. And Siak too, hoho. What a naughty boy. It was funny looking down and seeing all the people vibrating on the dance floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank some, and Zhixiu came along, and he was suddenly feeling very happy so he treated us to long islands. Thank youuuu :) So I was a bit high and we went to dance, found Annabelle Jude and Lucas on the dancefloor. Woohoo. Then Eka had to leave and I walked him out, shouldn't have because woozy + lack of sense of direction = BAD. So on my way in I almost got lost but thank god for Ruixiang! Somehow stumbled into him and the other year 5 ruggers. Then we left at about 430, back to Cheryl's to sleepover. WE LIKE EGGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I just made myself one of those pressy-toasty sandwich things with tuna and cheese! yums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114921903852736334?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114921903852736334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114921903852736334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114921903852736334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114921903852736334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-need-your-goodnight.html' title='I don&apos;t need your goodnight.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114874770017367252</id><published>2006-05-27T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:35:00.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your love is gonna drown.</title><content type='html'>whoaa, Nicole's Adventures To Faraway Lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Choa Chu Kang to meet Pingupong today, to get my camera back. She lives at Bukit Timah, but somehow Choa Chu Kang was more convenient for her. Then I took a bus to town, it was a miracle I didn't get lost but 190 is quite easy. I saw someone at the busstop outside school all dolled up and positively glowing with excitement. It was amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a jacket and skirt altered, then met Shaun Ong (yes bestie's brother). I had a good time today, got a little high, lolly. We have such superb taste I swear. PEZPEZPEZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright goodnight folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114874770017367252?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114874770017367252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114874770017367252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114874770017367252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114874770017367252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-love-is-gonna-drown.html' title='your love is gonna drown.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114866205159248461</id><published>2006-05-27T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:32:39.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so don't go wasting, my precious time!</title><content type='html'>eewhay odaytay anday esterdayyay ereway igpay atinlay aysd anday allay ofay usay ereway eakingspay inay igpay atinlay! engday ingyay isay eallray owwwwslay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so utterly satisfied right now, finally got that jacket, in the colour that I want :) went over to sam's place to swap with her just now. She got the green one cause she couldn't find the black so when I went down with Karen (SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT!) to look for it today I found the black so I bought it to swap with Sam. Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLOORBALL OWNAGE DURING PE!! WOOOHOOOO we roxxorz j00r soxxors, babyeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAHH Li Ping has my camera and she ponned school today! PISS ME OFF PING PONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Korean girls missed their flight so they crashed Zhixiu's house and they are all currently having a party. But I choose sleep over Korean girls and vodka pizza! Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114866205159248461?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114866205159248461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114866205159248461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114866205159248461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114866205159248461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-dont-go-wasting-my-precious-time.html' title='so don&apos;t go wasting, my precious time!'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114839226152011727</id><published>2006-05-23T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:29:07.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay is the new black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/go%20gay%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/go%20gay%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AutoMessage: SHE MADE ME USE ALL MY BRAIN CELLS IN 5MINS, WITH NON STOP CHINESE SPEAKING RUN LEYAWN RUN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolly, I'm really getting to be a Chinese Pro! woohoo. My marks this semester for HCL increased 10 from last year :D 64 okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam cut her hair! she says I'll get the shock of my life. Oh gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover plans for next week, Nicola wants to Tell Us Something. oooooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I don't like Long John's except for the fries. We didn't miss the busstop today! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mosquito bites on your legs are nice. They are fun to scratch." - Xian Ying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114839226152011727?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114839226152011727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114839226152011727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114839226152011727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114839226152011727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/gay-is-new-black.html' title='Gay is the new black.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114819849339757962</id><published>2006-05-21T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T01:09:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come on, yeah come on while we still can, yeah come on while it still stands</title><content type='html'>To think I used to wonder in sec 2 how Weixian managed to fall asleep all the time in class, and here I am with Mr Ho thinking I have sleep amnia and suggesting in a most earnest way that I should go get my cleep cycle checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my teachers say rather amusing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All of you are unique. Look at Yuan Ying." - Mr Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see Yuan Ying as a cow farmer next time." - Mr Chua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[after class informs Mrs Ban that her lesson ended 10 minutes ago]&lt;br /&gt;"So sad.. I want to be with you and you make me go away." - Mrs Ban to Yuan Ying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just Yuan Ying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday. I was awoken at EIGHT IN THE FREAKING MORNING by Natalie's distress call. She went to school and found out that there was no prac but nobody told her so she decided to come to my house. AT THAT UNEARTHLY HOUR IN THE MORNING. So I forced myself awake and was a good host. (okay maybe not that good host part.) We lazed around watched Sliding Doors, then Jiakang came, then Karen, then Joan. We watched A Very Long Engagement which was rather bizarre. I have no idea what else we did but it was 6 in the evening and I met Twohill and the rest, got to cafe Cosmo on Amoy Street by 8, GIG GIG GIG. Nothing To Declare was damn good, Jap boys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Natalie and Karen think the huge bow at the back of my top made me look like a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/vhart%20is%20paul%20doing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/vhart%20is%20paul%20doing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My funky friend Paul Twohill. Vhart is he doing?&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/The%20Vinyl%20Summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/The%20Vinyl%20Summer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;part of The Vinyl Summer with their new bassist Jeremy, taken at ISO 200.&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/eliaas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/eliaas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Elias. Okay all the pictures are at ISO 200 it was really dark.&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/paul%20elias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/paul%20elias.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/paul%20elias%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/paul%20elias%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paul and Elias&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/August%20Star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/August%20Star.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is August Star, and Chai's long hair.&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/nicole%20and%20emopaul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/nicole%20and%20emopaul.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/BUDDAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/BUDDAH.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BUDDAH!&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Indochine, no more pictures because I was being pissed off a lot of the time. The bouncers are MOTHERFUCKERS just because they got written about in the Straits Times I am going to kill that journalist I swear anyway they fucked up Jon and Scorp and Sean and Hannah and urghhh and a ton of IDs got confiscated am I rambling they wouldn't let me and Paul Crosby re-enter wanted to check our IDs and I freaking didn't even get my free drink I was SO PISSED OFF. So we all went to coccolatte instead (after waiting for damn long for nothing thanks to ERROL CHANDRA and whoever else) where there was NO FREAKING ID CHECK AHAHAHA and INDOCHINE GOT RAIDED HAHA and tons of people got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got some dancing done, and the RJ guys are amusing. And they climbed a tree and shook it until half its leaves fell. Thank you Shaun Ong and Lim for waiting with meee for daddy hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't get enough Cute Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/more%20cute%20boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/more%20cute%20boy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go, more if you be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK MY NECK IS REALLY ITCHY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind. anyway Victoria or somebody is having a party at Coccolatte on the 27th of may, underaged, want tickets tell me I can help you. goodnight, it's 4 in the afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114819849339757962?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114819849339757962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114819849339757962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114819849339757962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114819849339757962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/come-on-yeah-come-on-while-we-still.html' title='come on, yeah come on while we still can, yeah come on while it still stands'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114805581306228113</id><published>2006-05-19T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T00:23:33.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>technicolor screams##</title><content type='html'>Dance was fun today, we almost finished choreographing for broadway. Bernice Lee came down to teach the juniors hiphop, gawsh she is so HOT HOT HOT. We labelled her an official Head Turner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Carmen and Marese (yes don't bother correcting my grammar I will always speak like that) spent ages teaching Casslyn and Ying Yan to shake their butts it was so hilarious. At first it was only Casslyn then Carmen made Ying Yan go under my Professional Training too! and they still cannot isolate their hips! diediedie. Figure of 8, figure of 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I left early and actually managed to get a cab the moment I stepped outside school, which is actually quite incredible cause it's so hard to get a cab there. Then I went for the some &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;nter-&lt;b&gt;c&lt;/b&gt;ollege talentime thing (do you see talent? iCtalent!) at SAJC with Deng Ying, Simran, Dawn, Shaway and Pei Ni. It was pretty good, and damn a lot of people. Anyway the whole purpose was to WATCH SANDRA! She sang Bohemian Rhapsody. That girl is SO ADORABLE I swear!!! She's so pretty! and I never knew she could sing like that! And ahhh she's just so cute. Her item was so funny and cute, her hair was tucked into a hat and there was this part she flung it off and started jumping around and falling on her knees and stuff haha hilarious. We made her a card on like burger king bag paper from Dawn's dinner and somewhere on it it read WE DID NOT JUST WRITE THIS A FEW MINUTES AFTER YOUR PERFORMANCE. Hohox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;SANDRA IS QUEEN!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Twohill and Cristian and Chai and Ashley and co were there too, they were being their entertaining selves, CROWD SURF EH CRIS! Paul was just damn turned on by the male solo contestant, I KNOW. (even though he claims it made his massive penis shrink to half its size.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronin was there and stuff, Ler Ping (aka Levan) is irritating as hell. But they somehow got Crazy Son stuck in my head and when Dad came to pick me up I was yelling it in the car and I turned on the radio and it was playing! woohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we found lychees. I LOVE LYCHEES! a lot. LYCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sim for the cheese sandwich! xD xD it was YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you could get a tan from clubbing excessively. I mean, if it takes 20 minutes for fair skin to get burnt in strong sunlight, and if you stay in the weak UV light in clubs for really really long and very often maybe you'll get a tan! Okay am I not making sense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Yeo and Auntie Carol and Bernadette and Uncle Paul and Uncle Quay and some people I don't know are here, they're sitting in the garden drinking and talking and doing Adult Stuff. Bernie is so sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Wait For Tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114805581306228113?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114805581306228113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114805581306228113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114805581306228113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114805581306228113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/technicolor-screams.html' title='technicolor screams##'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114796646795432852</id><published>2006-05-18T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:34:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon bad monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/unplugged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/unplugged.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114796646795432852?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114796646795432852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114796646795432852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114796646795432852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114796646795432852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/cmon-bad-monkeys.html' title='C&apos;mon bad monkeys'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114795536220725215</id><published>2006-05-18T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:15:45.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're overdrawn and underpaid and overweight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/pucker%20upp.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/pucker%20upp.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother is on a shopping trip in Bangkok with her cronies, so I had to take a bus home. Thanks Nicolette for waiting with me! :) you are so funnys little girl. But you should shower more (so you smell like FLOWER) And Lette I didn't get lost aren't you proud of me. I bumped into Lorraine and Job and Lincoln on the bus! BOBAAA I missed you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La que conmigo es afuego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she is going to kill me but this is too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/LETTESsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/LETTESsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;GENIUS SHO GUUUUUTE!!!!11&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lmao-ed with Nick on the phone, he's outside ______'s (I don't know if I can say her nameee haha) house with flowers waiting for her to wake up. awwwww! So he decided to call me for entertainment, lmao. Nick is so lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/xbee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/xbee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Meet xbee.&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengying is so funny, and smart, , and eccentric, and blur, and bizarre, and secretly angsty (as I have just found out). I love sitting next to her, it's sooo hilarious. I just read her blog though, so un-her! It's terribly angsty. And she failed her inclined pull-ups again, by one this time! She's gonna have to retake it. Just now in the library she picked up an encyclopedia and tried to do bicep curls with it. She couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back from interruption. Went for dinner with Nick and now Rachel is finally up! yays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT. MY BROTHER TOPPED HIS CLASS FOR ENGLISH. LAWWWWWWWL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, 1. Lette's and my Pinky Monkeys, 2. A Cute Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/pinky%20monkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/pinky%20monkeys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/cute%20boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/cute%20boy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114795536220725215?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114795536220725215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114795536220725215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114795536220725215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114795536220725215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/youre-overdrawn-and-underpaid-and.html' title='You&apos;re overdrawn and underpaid and overweight.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114769944490187602</id><published>2006-05-15T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:41:07.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind.</title><content type='html'>Die psycho scum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear, for she has taken action against us. She has threatened to (gasp) spread rumours about us! We are shaking. If only there were other people to believe your false stories besides your two friends. If only there was that much to say about us, too bad we're not psycho scum attention-deficit trouble like you. So say whatever you like, really, keep spamming my tagboard, go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should die, psycho scum you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chen is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9733-cheryl              are we still friends? cause i really don't know says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is he nuts or sth?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9733Nicol-E       xXBreak your heart and raise a glass, or ten says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9733-cheryl              are we still friends? cause i really don't know says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh yar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9733-cheryl              are we still friends? cause i really don't know says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you ask a stupid question, you get a stupid answer. got it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I had brunch with the parentals and the imp at the arts museum. Well it was brunch for us but would be lunch for normal people because we wake up later than normal people. Mommy liked the perfume, and says she'll wear it everyday. yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Annabelle, Sam and I went for mass, Sam was only like, 15 minutes late this time. Well done! Then we sat at Prata House for really long and ate and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five days til Annabelle and Paul Twohill get famous. Come to think of it, we wouldn't be able to do stupid things in public anymore, hooliganise town late at night, dancing and singing and running barefoot. I'll really miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually I think Paul still will be up to his antics. That weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, met Eka (, his tightass Dolce&amp;Gabbana tshirt) and Dwi. We watched Voice, and we thought it was rather angsty, morbid and draggy. Bumped into Errol and Tingle! Lez and Pengyan came to bitch for a bit, lolz. Then we walked around and finally settled on Akashi at paragon for dinner. Terrible service Dwi was so upset. Then Eka left for some Dunman concert thingo, and Dwi and I went shhhopping! She's such a darling, I swear. Chanel sunglasses! and MICKEY MAO &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she had to go off, I bumped into Philipp and Kevin and hung with them for a bit, then Natalie came to town to meet me, we looked at expensive &amp; useless household things at Taka, it was hilarious. Including a $140 kitchen roll dispenser that NATALIE HAPPENED TO HAVE. And we found a whole bunch of DickMen. oohlala! Leon See and Nat Chua came to meet us and we walked all over looking for places to get a drink but everywhere was closed so we wound up at Cine (again). Then Phil came, he and Nat Chua and I took a walk all the way to Killiney. (WHYY-EMM-CEE-EYY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/eka%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/eka%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/nicole%20eka%20dwi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/nicole%20eka%20dwi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/dwi%20and%20nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/dwi%20and%20nicole.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/sequins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/sequins.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/mommm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/mommm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/momsies%20andme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/momsies%20andme.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/seeman%20and%20nat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/seeman%20and%20nat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/pnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/pnn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestie and crosby are so head over heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it worth it? (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it worth it? (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know you want me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9733-         paul crosby ((:   i love you best buddy. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah i do bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9733-         paul crosby ((:   i love you best buddy. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it worth it? (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i know i want you (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9733Nicol-E       xXbut i cannot bear to, stand to says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh shiaaat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it worth it? (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it worth it? (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanan do it now? ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9733-         paul crosby ((:   i love you best buddy. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9733-         paul crosby ((:   i love you best buddy. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes lets go dota&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9733-         paul crosby ((:   i love you best buddy. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i think im done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114769944490187602?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114769944490187602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114769944490187602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114769944490187602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114769944490187602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-fight-that-good-shit-in-your-ear.html' title='Don&apos;t fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114749806308657736</id><published>2006-05-13T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:52:13.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roc ya body mike check 1, 2!</title><content type='html'>Shopping, Sam, Annabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a tube top, and Giorgio Armani perfume for a mothers' day gift. Dont know if she'll like it, she's so Issey Miyake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas and Jude came for dinner, Nick and Tingle and Elvin came to say hi too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/apple%20mwah%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/apple%20mwah%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/apple%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/apple%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/apple%20mwah.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/apple%20mwah.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/apple.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/gasp%20camera%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/gasp%20camera%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/pepper%20lunch%20ad%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/pepper%20lunch%20ad%20girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/nick%20tan%20hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/nick%20tan%20hat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and his Armani Exchange hat. I have all these bad pictures of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to Coccolatte after all. Man I missed that place! cocco &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam came over and we chose clothes for her, put on eyeshadow and left to meet the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gil and Jiayi were there! and I met Vict and Shirley too! Danced and daaaanced so much. I hate strange guys who come and try to grind you, I actually had to literally push this boy away. but Jon saved me :D haha yay for bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/IMG_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/IMG_0113.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/harry%20fu.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/harry%20fu.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/tonguee.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/tonguee.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/cocco%20ooh%20lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/cocco%20ooh%20lala.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bryanboy.typepad.com/"&gt;I &lt;3 BRYANBOY!!!&lt;/a href&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114749806308657736?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114749806308657736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114749806308657736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114749806308657736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114749806308657736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/roc-ya-body-mike-check-1-2.html' title='roc ya body mike check 1, 2!'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114741092234600082</id><published>2006-05-12T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:15:22.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break your heart and raise a glass, or ten</title><content type='html'>Natalie is so funny funny she BOUNDED into my class after school yelling NICOOOOOLE and rushed over and gave me a beeeg hug. haha &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday Dancer Clique went to town for lunch and to &lt;del&gt;bit&lt;/del&gt; discuss about Usual Stuff and on the bus back we bloddy missed the stop and had to walk back HAHA in the drizzle this could only happen to us -.- Cheryl hates the sun! and Cheryl hates the rain! and Cheryl especially hates it when they come together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night Ant called me to bitch then Jon Ong and Winner joined. Hadn't heard bestie's voice for damn long! ahhh I swear exams are evil I MISS YOU BESTIE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went out with Jeremy Tan, other bestie. Haha his DM cut his hair at the back and it's DAMN FUNNY. We watched MI3, not bad but Jerm said it was stupid and predictable which I guess is sort of true. Thennnn we tried to look for a present for my mommyy. Which didn't really work. But I found some Issey Miyake perfume which is quite nice (and the girl version of Jerm's cologne) and mommy likes Issey Miyake maybe I'll get it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/RJ%20dance%20night%20nicole%20and%20jean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/RJ%20dance%20night%20nicole%20and%20jean.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean just sent me! I love Bimbo! But she'll be outta RJ by the time I get there :( seeing Jean and Anita so reminded me of WooBA days! TEA PARTY, ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm am deciding if we should go to Cocco tonight, I quite feel like it and I wanna keep an eye on Jon anyway haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya babezzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114741092234600082?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114741092234600082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114741092234600082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114741092234600082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114741092234600082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/break-your-heart-and-raise-glass-or.html' title='Break your heart and raise a glass, or ten'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114708548116655079</id><published>2006-05-08T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:55:45.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i found you, Miss New Booty</title><content type='html'>Math test today, so what did I do yesterday? Go out of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon, Philipp, Terry, Nat Chua, Kevin at Serene Centre. There was Adam Road, flies, Black Canyon, bad service, kinky gay biking and spicy-macaroni-sharing with Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/PHILIPP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/PHILIPP.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Philipp is really, really weird. Look at ugly sideburns.&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/philipp%26nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/philipp%26nicole.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"LET'S TAKE A PICTURE!"&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/fuck%20you%20understand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/fuck%20you%20understand.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"FUCK YOU UNDERSTAND"&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/faceRecognitionFlash.php?s=1&amp;u=g0&amp;lang=EN&amp;temp=bcbbd5446jctyf06&amp;server=Server3&amp;database=1&amp;startYear=1800&amp;endYear=2005"&gt;haha, click.&lt;/a  href&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114708548116655079?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114708548116655079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114708548116655079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114708548116655079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114708548116655079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-found-you-miss-new-booty.html' title='i found you, Miss New Booty'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114693814942991252</id><published>2006-05-06T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T13:37:09.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-WOP BOMA LU-MOP, A-WOP BAM BOOM!</title><content type='html'>This morning I was awoken to the loud sound of voices, and was about to yell at my brother to turn down the TV, when I realised that the sound was coming from outside. Peering out my window, I saw four lorryloads of people dressed in white, excitedly waving PAP flags, driving through my neighbourhood, and also waving at the goons across the street standing on their balcony waving back at them. As for the messages that were blasting from the head lorry, I only caught the Tamil version before they were gone. But it probably translated to something to the effect of "HAHA WE PWNZ!!!11"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE NICOLA.&lt;br /&gt;she baked us huuuge cookies. And wrote a big M on them. So the cookies were O and the icing was M.&lt;br /&gt;...geddit? no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/OM%20cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/OM%20cookie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ dance night was FABULOUS. Everything was so well choreographed, and so gorgeously performed. There was everything from modern to Latin to Chinese to hiphop. The Chinese dances were surprisingly really, really good they were so graceful and the last Chinese dance piece had awesome choreography although it was slightly scary. But gorgeous so gorgeous red and black. The jazz piece Fever was sexy sexy and the costumes were SO hot. Hot pink satiny-looking halter, with black pants and black sheer gloves to the elbow! The alumni came back to put up an item about dreams and emptiness, it was just beautiful and Sherry was so lovely! And the use of the balloons was damn creative I love this dance! And of course there was the HIPHOP. Girls' hiphop was HOT and Ally SHINED LIKE A STAAAR &lt;3 and Get it on the Floor was SPLENDID. 'You Got Served' style, the moves were all so slick and some parts were really cute and the boys breakdanced well. And of course everyone's costumes were fab, they all looked great. Choreographed by Jac's sister Cathrina, and Matthew. Cathrina is HOTHOTHOT she is so frickin' gorgeous when she's dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave out 15 flowers that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/RJ%20dance%20night%20nicole%20carmen%20cheryl.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/RJ%20dance%20night%20nicole%20carmen%20cheryl.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/RJ%20dance%20night%20nicole%26xianying.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/RJ%20dance%20night%20nicole%26xianying.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get one of the pictures up! But hoho Marese looks like an Abercrombie girl! Hotness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, congrats to Ant and Winner! Assuming things went smoothly last night but I know they did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick.           build me up buttercup! says:&lt;br /&gt;i ate at a hawker centre last night!&lt;br /&gt;★Nicol-E       x       underground rmxxx x  x  &lt;3Nicol-A! says:&lt;br /&gt;.. wow nick.&lt;br /&gt;nick.           build me up buttercup! says:&lt;br /&gt;its actually damn nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114693814942991252?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114693814942991252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114693814942991252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114693814942991252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114693814942991252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/wop-boma-lu-mop-wop-bam-boom.html' title='A-WOP BOMA LU-MOP, A-WOP BAM BOOM!'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114675127299572942</id><published>2006-05-04T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:04:27.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ciao!manhattan</title><content type='html'>Nicol-E &lt;3s Nicol-A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone should go to ant's new blog ngyahaha &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/narcissistist"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidya                    Draped Grape says:&lt;br /&gt;you're a good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Dancer Clique has managed to attain much sought-after tickets for RJC dance night! Am looking forward to tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just painted my mom's nails. It's fun. okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114675127299572942?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114675127299572942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114675127299572942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114675127299572942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114675127299572942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/ciaomanhattan.html' title='ciao!manhattan'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114649309050299591</id><published>2006-05-01T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:04:45.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S LIKE A SWOLLEN SUMMERRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/idol%20four2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/idol%20four2.jpg" height="171" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/idol%20four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/idol%20four.jpg"  height="171" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics from the other day. (Elena's Really Badass tongue piercing isn't visible in the photos, awww.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS was a happy session in the canteen for Nicola, Natalie, Joan and I, it always ends up like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran our 2.4s today, (my exercise for the year) shockingly I got an A. My grades are highly erratic, 'A's in sec 1 and sec 2, and 'E' last year. Wow, that's a five-grade improvement. Not bad, considering I had no practise since last year's run. But then again most people got 'A's so no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat in the canteen for a couple of hours and had more crazy happy times, with much shoe-hiding-and-hurling and hairy bums and shaking beat phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to me says:&lt;br /&gt;progression know. first girl hold hand. second girl make out. third girl will have sex alr cannot&lt;br /&gt;★Nicol-E       the seaside needs us more than ever. says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;talk to me says:&lt;br /&gt;ya! my father say cannot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having incredibly bizarre dreams lately, hope they don't mean anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114649309050299591?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114649309050299591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114649309050299591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114649309050299591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114649309050299591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-like-swollen-summerrrr.html' title='IT&apos;S LIKE A SWOLLEN SUMMERRRR'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114645909330522046</id><published>2006-05-01T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:21:23.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not gonna wait for the weekend, the seaside needs us more than ever.</title><content type='html'>Dance on Friday was fun. We've done most of broadway, and Rachel E. came back to help with hiphop. It's really cool :) and Rach is steamin' hot! Then I met the family in town, we went to mezzanine at hyatt for dinner, the food was really good and the service was excellent. Was too tired to join Lez and Pengyan at Indochine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went shopping with Lez again! in co-ordinated outfits HAHA. Sushi Tei for dinner, then Nicolette came down to find me and two of us went to school for production. CLASSified was fabulous everyone did such a stellar job seriously! I had fun wrapping flowers and ushering, and when I wasn't I sat next to Hurwitz and Alan and Rachel Auyong and Jian Yang and this other person because they were sitting right in front. The show was way way better than I expected and it was so so funny and some parts were just bizarre but interesting and YUEZHEN! BE MIIINE!!!! hahaha we have a fanclub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they gave out keychains with little wooden letters that spelt C-L-A-S-S-I-F-I-E-D. I took E and Nicola took A because we're Nicol-E and Nicol-A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/classified%20zhen%20nics%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/classified%20zhen%20nics%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zhen and me and Nicola!&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/classified%20nic%20simran%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/classified%20nic%20simran%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Simran cut her hair and she really looks like a man.&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/classified%20shoes%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/classified%20shoes%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nicolette, Yuezhen and I like our chucks very much.&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/classified%20zhen%20chris%20nicola%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/classified%20zhen%20chris%20nicola%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zhen, Chris-Tin, Nicola&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/classified%20nic%20elena%20backstage%20small.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/classified%20nic%20elena%20backstage%20small.6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kAwAii wA yOxx! Backstage, I love Elena that goth-turned-lian-with-fake-von-dutch-and-black-nails.&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to far east for supper, I shared a Hershey's sundae pie with Pingz, and Daddy gave Elena a lift back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, evening mass with Sam then we decided to go to town! We had a lianified dinner, *POP*! and shopping, then Leon and Philipp asked us to meet them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/3004%20sam%20nic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/3004%20sam%20nic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;heehee camwhores&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/3004%20big%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/3004%20big%20face.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SEE SAM I'M BLOGGING ABOUT YOU I EVEN UPLOADED THIS BEAUTIFUL PICTURE&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/mosaic%21small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/mosaic%21small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.. and many more&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Flip and I went to eat a mudpie. and make a lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/flip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/flip.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHA FLIP what a bad picture and you look disjointed&lt;p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we couldn't get a cab so we walked all the way up Leonie Hill (and passed by a girl who very loudly thought Flip was really cute) and got a cab and headed to Jervois Road, and Nick came to meet us and we spazzed around for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/1600/3004%20dickies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/147/320/3004%20dickies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ouch.&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we realised it was late and cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;oh i love paul crosby!!! &lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114645909330522046?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114645909330522046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114645909330522046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114645909330522046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114645909330522046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-gonna-wait-for-weekend-seaside.html' title='not gonna wait for the weekend, the seaside needs us more than ever.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-114615528795571929</id><published>2006-04-27T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:28:08.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND I BET YOU LOOK GOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR</title><content type='html'>Eka reminded me this place existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted since last year. I'm bored now I think I'll update you equally bored people on what I've been doing with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was Shopping Day, with Lez and Killer Heels. Trannies are swingingly funny :) We went to Akashi at Paragon for dinner, SUSHI!!! Then to Indochine Wisma for drinks, strawberry daiquiri and margarita lime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemicar with Yihui, Karen and Koks the next day at Greeeeenleaf View, Yihui's place. Oh but lunch with Eka before that he brought me to Penang Kitchen next to Coro. WHY DO MEN HAVE NIPPLES? Yeah so chemicar. It was really funny and we got really high by night-time. Picnic in the middle of the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday Siow gave us Kino book vouchers (awww) and treated us to a pizza party. She is one of the most misguided first impressions I've ever had. For all the times I've bitched about her, I LOVE MISS SHARON SIOW THE SELF-PROCLAIMED PSYCHO! Thank you for EVERYTHING seriously we owe you so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening Sheila, Sam, Elena and I went to support Annabelle for Idol. Giving out all the tickets was really complicated and messy. I thought she was good, although not as good as she usually sounds. But still good. The judges' comments weren't very pleasant, but I agree about the song choice thing. ANNA AHHH. TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES MUST CHOOSE PROPERLY WITH GOOD RANGE AND STUFFXZZZ. But I also think it was because they forced her to sing pop, while she usually sings classical/jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Twohill's show was yesterday, I didn't go though. But heard he was really good, everyone loved him as usual. Am definitely going for his next round and yes I am being presumptious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did do yesterday was go out with the dancer clique, Carmen, Cheryl, Marese, Jac, Xian Ying. We watched Take The Lead, and as expected the plot was horribly bad and cliche, but the dancing was fabulous, &lt;3Sasha. One of the ANTM girls Yaya was in the show too, she's pretty hot, because she looks unique. It got us all dancing and squirming in our seats. AND WE BUMPED INTO SCORP AND SOMEONE. Who happened to have watched the same movie as us! and the former who had been dancing about in his seat too. shake that THAAAANG, scorpie! &lt;br /&gt;I like going out with Cheryl because then we can go home together. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I cannot wait for next next next week (who can?) and then I shall be FREE. and shopping and partying galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I don't have much of a passion for anything I do, and that scares me. I am terrified of leading a meaningless life without giving myself wholly for anything, not doing anything but sitting around with trivialities. I'm going to start learning something new, or start giving more of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-114615528795571929?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/114615528795571929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=114615528795571929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114615528795571929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/114615528795571929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-i-bet-you-look-good-on-dance-floor.html' title='AND I BET YOU LOOK GOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-113457238700587265</id><published>2005-12-14T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:59:47.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it'll get better, i promise. (just like you promised you'd never leave.) (i promise you i'll never leave.)</title><content type='html'>Hello from Tokyo, &lt;br /&gt;weather's cold, people are hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have spent a thousand bucks today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sayounara.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-113457238700587265?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/113457238700587265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=113457238700587265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113457238700587265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113457238700587265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/12/itll-get-better-i-promise-just-like.html' title='it&apos;ll get better, i promise. (just like you promised you&apos;d never leave.) (i promise you i&apos;ll never leave.)'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-113438431181908719</id><published>2005-12-12T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:56:04.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so gorgeous was the day we met.</title><content type='html'>hello i am going to tokyo later and coming back on the 21st. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been fun i've been going out every single day and clubbing sometimes. upload pictures soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i got confirmed too, woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am supposed to blog about going with out silas and eka and andrea. yeah i went out with silas and eka and andrea and we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-113438431181908719?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/113438431181908719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=113438431181908719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113438431181908719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113438431181908719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-gorgeous-was-day-we-met.html' title='so gorgeous was the day we met.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-113337652035092600</id><published>2005-12-01T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T02:48:40.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so when you see her standing there &lt;br /&gt;with green eyes and long blonde hair &lt;br /&gt;she won't be wearing underwear and you'll discover &lt;br /&gt;this girl's not the one and she'll never be fun &lt;br /&gt;you should just turn and run because you'll find out that &lt;br /&gt;some girls try too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(annabelle i know you like this.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-113337652035092600?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/113337652035092600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=113337652035092600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113337652035092600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113337652035092600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-when-you-see-her-standing-there.html' title=''/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-113251322400034435</id><published>2005-11-21T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T03:28:52.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???,mylifeis SHITTY cause my girlfriend thinks i'm gay.</title><content type='html'>hello, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise a lot of my friends dont know i have a blog. or don't know its been resurrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i know, i know that is it youu. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha its alright everything in this world is taken by face value&lt;br /&gt;anywhere else but here and i'd do better says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha XDXD&lt;br /&gt;anywhere else but here and i'd do better says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaaha you make me so happy!&lt;br /&gt;and now i know, i know that is it youu. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahaa i make me so happy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bbs are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and Karen, me and some other people got sabo-ed into obscure roles in the GEP production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow*+*+*Storm | Ice is beautiful --- and deadly. ~Sooth~ Production auditions Saturday 2 - 5 pm 313/14's classroom says:&lt;br /&gt;Because they have to be pretty yet can look dao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found an odd orange! says:&lt;br /&gt;nicole still okay&lt;br /&gt;i found an odd orange! says:&lt;br /&gt;*name censored*?!!&lt;br /&gt;i found an odd orange! says:&lt;br /&gt;*name censored*?!!!&lt;br /&gt;i found an odd orange! says:&lt;br /&gt;*name censored*?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i found an odd orange! says:&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH&lt;br /&gt;Snow*+*+*Storm | Ice is beautiful --- and deadly. ~Sooth~ Production auditions Saturday 2 - 5 pm 313/14's classroom says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh those were the bimbo no place to stick them people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last wednesday, Joan's house, i left before anything fruitful was done, but not after ROTI PRATA. after i left they came up with the idea of &lt;u&gt;cynical love&lt;/u&gt; and it's not as cliche as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Sheila and Abel and Chashaobao and Damian at thomson plaza, went to Abel's house, everyone else was there already, namely Adam, Alessa, Ben, Grace, Vanessa, Zee. it started raining so we played foozball, tabletennis, Sheila and I were stoning at the lobby a lot. Adam Sheila and i went upstairs and socialised with Auntie (and watched The Simpsons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it stopped raining we played table tennis. Sheila+me against Grace is really funny man. and Sheila and Alessa and i decided to sweep the water out of the place for fun and Grace was saying how Sheila and i so do not look like maids. we barbecued, food was really good espesh the beef kebabs and chicken wings! later Uncle came down and made even nicer chicken wings. and Roy, Elias and Sam came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, met Sheila and went for our interview with the priests. went okay, we had prata and waited for Sam then we got her phony MC ("your stomach is churning!") and went shopping, Sam got four tops, i got a top a belt and bracelets. we met Jana, Weilin, Tabitha for lunch at raffles city, yummy. haha, Sam and i almost died walking and looking for this particular top. we went to kobayashi for dinner to recover, bumped into Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was 311 gathering, we picked Nicolette up, bought MARSHMALLOWS, and headed to Mrs Ban's house. Yuezhen was very surprised to see me, eh? "Nicole you actually came?!" Nicolette bought me purple lipstick from MAC thank you dear! so finally i got to see all the Little Bans and Mr Ban. the Littlest Ban was cute, "Nicole do all kids like you?" - Nicolette. we roasted marshmallows and had them with chocolate sauce! and nice fishcake eh Nicolette! and we watched love actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Nicolette and i went to meet Karen at Esplanade for supper. we watched funny maids and men dancing. and we ate Or Luak! yay. it was really good. and walked under the expressway and looked at funny couples. one of them was just terrible and ugly and horny and they kept groping each others butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, Sam and i went to town, and we went to watch the UAN thing went in like super late. we saw Nat and her boyfriend. then pretty Victoria came for a while, then Paul and Elias and Edwin(yeuch) and Mervyn (yeuch again) Cristian joined us. dinner at subway, went to Image and bothered Ruiwen more. and we made Elias sing Jazz around Far East. then we went down to SAS for the peace concert, we were making a damn lot of noise on the train, Paul was just being obnoxious and excited that he got chopsticks from some Chinese restaurant, and they were singing and singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chai was already there with Set For Glory (ahaHAA, Nico is BLOODY EFFING HOT), Nick with all his international school friends. The gig was okay, excusing the fact that Levan was wearing a skirt (to "distract us from his voice because he was recovering from bronchitis")("Rod Stewart can get away with skirts but that's cause he's scottish!but good lord, levan's getup looks awful!" - Dharma) but we had fun, Paul and Elias somehow ended up singing with some international school girl, and we terrorised the train on the way back. Elias made up some stupid song and Paul joined in and the strange thing was that it actually sounded good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ELIAS' LOVELY BIG VOICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO good deeds, Paul. now Buddha will surely love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dharma is teaching me how to smile. Dharma is a pimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dharma s. says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe yup&lt;br /&gt;dharma s. says:&lt;br /&gt;a really neat surprise for everybody&lt;br /&gt;★FILTH                 the note you wrote that says:&lt;br /&gt;GASP what could it be!&lt;br /&gt;dharma s. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol GASP if only i could tell!&lt;br /&gt;dharma s. says:&lt;br /&gt;but i can't because then GASP it'd give away the surprise!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the gig at Gotham. how totally exciting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met Jana and Tabitha and Harry at the park and we err hung around then went to j8 and ate. Kenneth offered to drive down and get us drinks how sweet. so i got back home around 130 am, talked to Kenneth on the phone til 230 and slept at.. 330? and woke up at 9, fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i was being so nice i woke Jules my SUNSHINE up i think it's funny waking people up they sound weird. anyway yeah church then Annabelle and Erwin and i went to town and met E k a and S h a u n and watched HARRY POTTER. ("POTTER FAGS UNITE!") and it was funny and Daniel looked really ugly and i dont blame Becky at all for dumping him. we went to Serene Centre (geek paradise!) and had fries and fish and then Erwin and i cabbed home. he was wearing my favourite Erwin-shirt, cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, sleep time. okay, not quite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-113251322400034435?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/113251322400034435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=113251322400034435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113251322400034435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113251322400034435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/11/mylifeis-shitty-cause-my-girlfriend.html' title='???,mylifeis SHITTY cause my girlfriend thinks i&apos;m gay.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-113207034768138556</id><published>2005-11-15T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:01:08.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TELERENATELERENA HOHO</title><content type='html'>I went shhhhhopping with Elena today! It had me convinced that she is far from sane. We bought cookies (okay, *I* bought cookies) and we went to visit Ruiwen. I bought a cute Junk Food tee and I'm waiting for 7up to come in S. (and I found this random black piece of cloth with THE UNSEEN and SO THIS IS FREEDOM? on it in my bag. Ruiwen says they give it to random people.) And I got cranberry lipbalm from Body Shop for mommy, it smells really good. Elena had a very traumatising experience during dinner. We got maltose candy and dingdingtang! FAVOURITE CANDIES. Then we shopped some more and Elena gave the Takashimaya security guard a shock with the WHOOOOOSH it was damn hilarious. And the memory of Elena bounding down the escalator and landing in the train with one great final flying leap, narrowly escaping the doors shutting behind her will forever stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bugeyed Buddhas got really high last night on dancing hippos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack, Joan's house tomorrow. I will bring a gas mask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-113207034768138556?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/113207034768138556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=113207034768138556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113207034768138556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113207034768138556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/11/telerenatelerena-hoho.html' title='TELERENATELERENA HOHO'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-113198893286722314</id><published>2005-11-15T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T01:30:10.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but i've got someone else in miiiiind, i've got another girl in liiiiiiiiiine.</title><content type='html'>(shoutout: SHEILA WE MISS YOUUUU!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really delayed but school's out, my fingernails are the colour they were meant to be! Anyway I'm back, haven't been blogging 'cause I've been reallyyy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Grand Boulevard and Ronin were great! They got molested by hordes of screaming RGS girls too. Dharma asked us to go look for them after the show, Shoo got Erik's and Dharma's picks and a free CD. WGB is performing at Gotham Penthouse on the 23rd, and there's a party after. We're definitely going for the gig, not sure about the party. And Paul wants me to bring Sam cause SOMEONE likes her another Mr. Secret! But there’ll be lots of Gatherings of Gross Girls (GGG). Like, I heard the same girls molesting Bryan were on TV crying over their Superstar idol thing. Funny shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uhhh the one with the camo bra" - Visa, on Elena. I'm convinced half the world knows about the camo okay. (and maybe more do now because of this.) EVERYONE GO PEEP I think she wears it quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day was Adam's birthday, we brought him out. Before that Abel and I went to get his present, a nice Volcom cap! (I had Abel to myself for over an hour, Sheila are you jealuzzz) Alessa, Ben, Damian, Beitris, Shao Ren, Marvyn, Teck Yang, Abel and I were there. We played pool, had lunch, then Abel and I sneaked off to go buy last-minute slice of cake for him from TCC. Haha, Adam BE THANKFUL YOU HAVE WONDERFUL PALS LIKE US! (ohoho.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Samantha came down, we all went to monster and Sam and I got Yami Yoghurt! Bumped into Barney. Then Sam and I left to meet Elias and Roy and we watched Dreamship Surprise, the worst movie I've ever watched. The humour was just really bad and sometimes even irrelevant and edging on desperation. Some of the characters were gay and they weren't just gays they were GERMAN gays. Then Jonas and Kenneth joined us, we had dinner at Delifrance, and decided to do something VERY STUPID, for kicks and cheap thrills. We went to the abandoned and supposedly haunted house near Botanic Gardens. Kenneth and Roy are like these huge rugger people but in a haunted house WE CAN SEE ALL OUR TRUE COLOURS YEAH. Elias is such a brave little man I swear. We sat outside and played music for really long, it was really nice except some of them started smoking. And when we went inside we started singing haha quite funny. Kenneth cabbed and dropped me home thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Robocup competition! They made me go down to Ngee Ann Poly to support/extra. Elena’s all chummy with NokiaMan now and they're really cute together. And there were two really cute little boys. It was quite interesting for the first hour or so then zzz. So I went to buy lunch for everyone and Johannes found me and helped me carry everything up. THANK YOU. Bumped into Dharma from West Grand! Of all people in all places. He was with a girl whose name I can't remember and who shook Joan's bottle of plum juice I was holding because I had no hands left. Then Gerald came down and I bummed around the in the cafeteria with him and Ashley and Darren and some other guy I don't know. Mom's birthday so we went to some Italian restaurant, the food wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was Thursday, Eka and Gerald and I went to watch Exorcism of Emily Rose. Eka can be quite cute when he's all curled up and scared. Had dinner with Gerald and bumped into the entire Tarbet exco having house dinner at fish&amp;co. So I was talking to Abby and Ally and found out that I’d totally forgot about sec 4 farewell, which was on Saturday. (Ally very happily told me how she won the title of Miss Congeniality. Yes we all love Ally! I can so hear that "I KNOW.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of last Saturday, I remember waking up at like 3 pm, then I got a call asking me to look outta my window and there was Sam! With Jana and Chloe and Tabitha and Siqin. We played in the park and drank bubble tea! And woke Lincoln up to say hi to him outside his window. And like all this time I had this weird feeling I was supposed to be somewhere but I couldn't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday was really fun. I went for class and taught the kids about Advent. Okay I shouldn't call them kids some of them are older than me :\ Then we helped collect money and donated stuff for Project Batam, listened to Paul, Chris and Nick play Taking Back Sunday, and sort of helped to prepare for Youthcafe. Youthcafe was quite okay, I made Jules the Creepy Boy come down. And I was friendly to two quiet little boys from acsi and b and we had pizza for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenn, Annabelle, Sam, Roy, Elias, Paul, Dexter and I went to town, we went to Indochine to look for Kenneth he was with Gina and her friends. And Aaron Kwek came. We had breezers and this really hot blonde drunk guy tried to borrow my cellphone. But he was really hot I swear xD and he had emo friends. And it was like midnight and we started singing really loudly and Sam was running around barefoot! They made Aaron pass out which was really scary but he woke up quite fast. And we sang some more! And it actually sounded really good cause we had Elias and Paul and Annabelle the pro vocalists. We did Bad Monkey too! I THINK SHE REALLY WANTS ME, I THINK SHE WANTS TO GO TO BED WITH ME. Haha I can't describe it we were all just so happyhigh and it was all crazy and good. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after church Gerald had lunch with us in town, then we went to Orchard library to attempt to force Annabelle to study, we read Superman comics! Then we went to play pool, I bumped into Barney AGAIN. He thinks Gerald is really pretty and so does everyone haha GERALD LOOKS LIKE A BUNG. Pool was just damn funny and we were making lotsa noise, as usual. Sam is NUTS! Like yes please jump the ball waaaay over there HOHO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall stop here, goodnight and HI NATALIE I KNOW YOU JUST WANNA GET ME DRUNK AND KISS THE HELL OUTTA ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-113198893286722314?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/113198893286722314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=113198893286722314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113198893286722314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113198893286722314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/11/but-ive-got-someone-else-in-miiiiind.html' title='but i&apos;ve got someone else in miiiiind, i&apos;ve got another girl in liiiiiiiiiine.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-113103138191860182</id><published>2005-11-03T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T23:26:38.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEEED YOUUU, SO NEARRR.</title><content type='html'>hay kids, &lt;B&gt;don't pon school tomorrow!&lt;/b&gt; Ronin and West Grand Boulevard are coming! *groupiescreamscreamAHHHHHHHH!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had 211 gathering, I had fun. We watched Zorro, they were making so much noise in the cinema (quoting Dawn, "meera and zhiing were swooning VERY loudly at catherine zeta jones, while yinghui was giggling hysterically at parts that weren't even funny -.- ") tsktsk and they somehow came to the conclusion that Zorro's little son Joaquim looked like Jude Law. And all of them were being so hilarious they were walking around with balloons and kept going hey Wan Ting and Nicole bring us clubbing! so we were like, okay indochine is right up ahead and they were all NOO I DON'T REALLY WANT TO GO CLUBBINGGG. Staticking Simran's hair with balloons is really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wan Ting and I went shopping. "Hey look! Arabs on Arab Street hahahahahahahahha!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's so sweet I found a Cadbury Crunchie bar on my desk today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and iiii miss you the mossttttt.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-113103138191860182?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/113103138191860182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=113103138191860182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113103138191860182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113103138191860182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-neeed-youuu-so-nearrr.html' title='I NEEED YOUUU, SO NEARRR.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-113094577061965677</id><published>2005-11-02T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:36:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes, we     &amp;nbsp forget what we're looking for.</title><content type='html'>I ponned school today. Well not really ponned considering I'm a bit sick I just didn't want to go sneezing while I was supposed to be waving pompoms for the GOH for sec four farewell. (think shakeSNEEZEshake) And I was tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got back from some robotics thing at Ngee Ann Poly. We spent a lot of time laughing at all the losers like chipmunk boy. NokiaMan daoed us for really long but in the end he and Dixon (hahaha DIXON) came to help. Nokiaman was being so Extremely Cocky and going on about some analogue shit and he was like, oh A levels doesn't teach that, right? OH YES NOKIAMAN WE SHOULD ALL GO TO POLY AND BE TECHYMEN LIKE YOU. Joan was asking around for an anvil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday I told my mom I needed to go shopping so she gave me 300 bucks and I spent it all shopping with Cheryl. Then she had to go to Indochine for something and Samantha called Sheila and me out for her post-OBS prata feast. We made Antheus buy us bacardi and got a bit high. Some weirdo asked for Sheila's number but I chased him away. According to Sam I gave him a really weird look, heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Elena Natalie and I went for haircuts at Paragon. The annoying gay stylist recognised me! He was like, ARE YOU NICOLE? and he insisted on cutting my hair. IT'S TERRIBLE NOW. Well at least I paid twenty bucks less than the other two. Sam and Annabelle joined us and we took a cab down to BluJaz Cafe at Arab Street to watch the Vinyl and Pensionstate acoustic sets. The place was really cool and tiny with multicoloured mismatched bizarre decor and soft lighting. The chairs were all different and really interesting. Pensionstate was okay and Vinyl was really really good, except for Terrence's rather lost face and PAUL SHOULD LEARN TO SHUT UP MORE. But it was really good and everyone enjoyed themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after church Sam followed me home then we went to town, DFS-ed. I think I found a nice bag, shall drag the Maternal there. Some FHM guy approached us and asked if we were above eighteen and we were like, WE'RE FIFTEEN and he looked rather shocked. We had a nice little dinner at Far East and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondayy was NETBALL CARN. 311 got second overall, how unexpected. You see, we are sporty geeks. Elena and I had lunch at Natalie's, picked clothes and jewelry for Elena. Then we cabbed back to school. And HAHAHA I FAILED HIGHER CHINESE PAPER TWO. But passed overall, albeit not so well. kokkok the hAwtz got like 100/200. And I did super badly for English! Ohwells. Cheryl and Elena and Natalie came over then we went to meet Seanpoh and Michelle and Annabelle and Sam and the rest, cabbed to Newsroom, JJ's and Jon's LifestyleBash. They were checking ID! but Steffi somehow managed to get in. I called Jon and he appeared and looked very busy. So we decided to leave for Club Home instead (without seeing JJ my Cinderella goddaughter). But after that JJ said he could have pushed me in! But not everyone so no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Ting managed to sneak out, yay. Ruiwen was so drunk I swear he doesn't remember me slapping him but that's a good thing, right? Handsome was there he was dancing in his funny bopping way with his arms around peoples' shoulders. Daniel and Mavis came down too (those two are way NAUGHTY!) but they left really quick cause they thought it sucked Daniel is bringing me to Zouk soon! Club Home was really small and stuff but I had fun, it was good. and SEAN I'M STILL DAMN DISGUSTED OKAYY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sleptover at Elena's. Miss Goth had five bottles of black nail polish in a row. BUT the most interesting thing was, SHE HAS A BABY PILLOW LOLOLOLOL. Which is really torn and tattered and absolutely DISGUSTING. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night my whooole family went to ShangriLa for dinner WITHOUT ME my mom was being sucha bitch. oh, poof. Sorry Sean and Jon for bitching so much and wallowing in self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Eka, Buddha thinks you're meaaaan. Even I'm not that mean you okay I'm being NICE. haha DONT TRUST EKA WHEN HE SEEMS LIKE HE'S BEING NICE MAN. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe pictures next time (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-113094577061965677?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/113094577061965677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=113094577061965677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113094577061965677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113094577061965677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-wenbsp-forget-what-were.html' title='sometimes, we&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp forget what we&apos;re looking for.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-113051508732790215</id><published>2005-10-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T23:58:07.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unplugged@BluJazCafe</title><content type='html'>This is an advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Paul Twohill of Ecnerret and that other band, Terrence Hui of The Vinyl Summer, Elias Something of The Vinyl Summer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensionstate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30 pm, 29th October 2005, BluJazCafe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-113051508732790215?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/113051508732790215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=113051508732790215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113051508732790215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113051508732790215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/10/unpluggedblujazcafe.html' title='unplugged@BluJazCafe'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-113025562959247730</id><published>2005-10-25T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:08:28.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always stay -</title><content type='html'>I'm back. (yes, finally an update.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is still underconstruction as you probably can see. My links are way outdated, but they can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have changed, but thinking about it, it's still the same, always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having fun, THAT won't ever change fer sure xD Saturday Sam, Natalie, Elena, Shoo, Ruiwen and I went for the gig at youth park. The emo mat bands were shit, and I'd heard them at Tapestry already so we went to get Natalie and I more piercings while waiting for West Grand Boulevard to come on at 930. And when they did, boy were they GOOD. And I was especially happy 'cause Dharma gave me a birthday shoutout!!!!!!111 which he managed to get on tape but hasn't transferred to his computer. Anyway, practically everyone there was waiting for them! and Natalie was really turned on by Bryan's antics, hahaha. Halfway through Dharma ran to the front and screamed "ATTENTION-WHORE!!" which was quite amusing. They were REALLY REALLY good and the energy was way high and they just owned the stage. So of course we were screaming really loud and Ruiwen kept making all these "groupies" comments about us. GO AWAYY. and on the way back he was receiving these really interesting messages! Which he did not handle very well in my opinion. RUIWEN IS A PUSHOVERRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, my birthday. It started off with me really miserable cause I was annoyed at Lincoln cause he couldnt make it for lunch, and my dad suddenly insisted that I eat lunch with them even though I had already made plans with Annabelle and the rest. And I was really miserable that Karen had a date and none of the rest had made plans with me to go out. So I was really depressed and OH THEY DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I very reluctantly went for lunch with the Parentals and Nigel, all the time wishing they would just bloody hurry up and eat so I could go shopping with Cheryl. then Natalie suddenly called me and went, WHERE ARE YOU I'M IN TOWN WAITING FOR YOU. and forced me to cancel with Cheryl to spend my birthday with her instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we reached home after lunch, I found a note on my door! and it said something to the extent of how they couldn't believe I'd think they'd leave me all alone and miserable, and how I was one year older but not much wiser, and I'd have to find them. Then I heard some very telling giggles coming from upstairs, and well, THEY WERE ALL ON MY BALCONY. haha, THEY HAD CONSPIRED WITH MY ENTIRE FAMILY AND MY MAID. And you have no idea how stupid I felt at that time. And they kept hitting me with "YOU REALLY DIDN'T KNOW????"s and "HOW COULD WE LEAVE YOU ALONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY!!" xD and they got me a pretty bouquet. My favourite kind of rose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had cake! It was too annoying to cut so we just dug in with our spoons. And we ate Nicola's Mysterious Yummy Thing and took pictures. Then we watched Sin City which was very cool and Be With You. I cried, shutup. Then we went to Swensen's for dinner! WE ALL HAD THE SAME MAINCOURSE. and Elena sneakily ordered extra dessert for me, with candle and all. So i had two birthday wishes! One of them is what Nicola and Joan are going to wish for when their birthdays come. The other one, I wished on something absolutely worthwhile, something that could happen if we tried hard enough and I'm gonna give it my all! YAY. (no, it has nothing to do with love or whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got whistled at on the way back! haha they walked me allll the way home and practised making kissy noises. It was very weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU GUYS, NATALIE NICOLA KAREN JOAN ELENA JAYKAY! LOVE YOU TO BITS THANKS FOR MAKING MY BIRTHDAY SO SPECIAL AND SURPRISE-FUL. &lt;3 and daddy, sorry for getting all mad at you, you were a great actor, I hope you're having fun in France buy me something cool, kthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm fifteen now, it feels really weird because I've been thinking of myself as 15 the whole year. I feel older than fifteen, how could it possibly be that I've only been alive fifteen years? So I guess that makes me three years underaged now. Heck, I still look like i'm twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Silas Eka Andrea and I went to town, did stupid things like take stupid gay videos and pictures and amused ourselves, Eka posed with Colonel Sanders and made me photograph him. I heard he had oral with Ronald MacDonald once. Sat around in coffee bean, Silas bought me coffee, how nice of him. Eka and Andrea went off, WE WALKED EKA ALL THE WAY TO THE BUSSTOP IN ONE BIG ROUND. Alex and SeanPoh came (heehee Lex is really cute) I can't remember what we did, basically walked around, bumped into Ruiwen, Duane and their friends (ew, i didn't know they were acquainted) told Duane to fuck off, then Silas Sean and I watched Flight Plan, which was quite good save for some loopholes. THEN we tried to go have dinner but we couldn't decide where so the three of us ended up sitting in wisma and TALKING and not having dinner. I think we talked for really long! and about lots of things. (: Sean sent me all the way home which was 9239845 miles from where he lives, how gentlemanly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I really missed you guys! Thank you all so much for EVERYTHING, and I'll always be there for you like I know you'll be there for me, no matter how sadistic and demented you get (cough) I'll still love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got influenced by Dharma's "I am a machine. Rest is for pansies." he was showing me Russian vodka over the webcam oO and he said I'd be a hottie when I'm legal, how flattering. didn't sleep until 4 am when i finally decided to be a pansy ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had a really interesting mass convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sabrina: haha crossbred's having this gig on friday but ben won't be playing since he's in tekong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dharma: hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabrina: yep so simon will be lead i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dharma: hahaha that should be interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabrina: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dharma: ok so back to 69s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabrina: hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dharma: they're good when foodstuffs are involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dharma: um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dharma: that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elena: O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabrina: o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole: .. oO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. went out with Seanpohpoh! We got caught in the bloody heavy rain and got soaked from head to toe even though I had an umbrella. I swear, you could hear the squelching in my sneaks a mile away. We watched April Snow and walked around and ate and played with toys. Haha it was great, really. Sean's number one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, if you're going for LifeStyleBash at the Newsroom Bar or Trick Or Treat at Club Home this Hallowe'en tell me okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size ="5"&gt;- the same.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-113025562959247730?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/113025562959247730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=113025562959247730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113025562959247730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113025562959247730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/10/always-stay.html' title='&lt;font size =&quot;5&quot;&gt;always stay -&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-113015370275246557</id><published>2005-10-24T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T19:35:02.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>daryl's html is history, so he is trying VERY VERY hard to do something, which has been screwing up so far, and he is very, very sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-113015370275246557?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/113015370275246557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=113015370275246557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113015370275246557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/113015370275246557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/10/daryls-html-is-history-so-he-is-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-112919003347229508</id><published>2005-10-13T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:53:53.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UNDERCONSTRUCTION&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-112919003347229508?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/112919003347229508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=112919003347229508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/112919003347229508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/112919003347229508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/10/underconstruction.html' title=''/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-112402919664800612</id><published>2005-08-14T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:46:25.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>if you're wondering why i haven't been blogging (which you're probably not but i'd like to say this anyway), i refuse to blog on this ugly blog until daryl fixes my layout. also if you're wondering why my blog is so ugly, my image died on me and visa just made everything black. okay no pun there. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last thing i wanna do right now is read your stupid poetry&lt;br /&gt;why cant you just tell me what you really wanna say?&lt;br /&gt;you'd clear your conscience with words so weak and empty&lt;br /&gt;but something in your eyes gave you away&lt;br /&gt;and i've been lonely like a silhouette or a serenade&lt;br /&gt;a heart attack or a man betrayed &lt;br /&gt;the arms of love are holding me like a silhouette or a serenade&lt;br /&gt;is this all you have to say this broken boy would hang on every word &lt;br /&gt;you tell me that you need me while i slowly fall apart&lt;br /&gt;you'd heal your heart ache with words so cool and callous&lt;br /&gt;but the absence of your tears gave you away&lt;br /&gt;and i've been lonely like a silhouette or a serenade&lt;br /&gt;a heart attack or a man betrayed &lt;br /&gt;the arms of love are holding me like a silhouette or a serenade&lt;br /&gt;and all pretty poems have to end&lt;br /&gt;so i say this before i leave&lt;br /&gt;if words are your weapons my dear i surrender, surrender&lt;br /&gt;and i've been lonely like a silhouette or a serenade&lt;br /&gt;a heart attack or a man betrayed &lt;br /&gt;the arms of love are holding me to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-112402919664800612?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/112402919664800612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=112402919664800612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-112360138129300309</id><published>2005-08-09T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:29:41.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12423142 + a few, PAGES OF LIES.</title><content type='html'>at first we found it kinda funny uncovering all your shit, but now i don't want to find out any more, because it'll just make me even more disgusted. with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'd like to know why, the real reason for all of this, how you actually thought you would get away, but then again maybe i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you need help, but then you'll first have to find someone who's actually willing to give you any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're so stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-112360138129300309?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/112360138129300309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=112360138129300309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/112360138129300309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/112360138129300309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/08/12423142-few-pages-of-lies.html' title='12423142 + a few, PAGES OF LIES.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-112044909993710659</id><published>2005-07-04T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:12:53.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TAGBOARD IS WORKING AGAIN! whoopdeedoo.</title><content type='html'>ahh i'm trying not to accept any more testimonials because then it'll cover up natalie's! nooo! (I LOVE HER THAT MUCH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i got a new brother! haha i know his scandal. shh secret! and he knows my secrets too! ahaha. MY KOR IS NICER THAN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole has been having FUN. school has been (for nicolette karen and me at least): laughing at yuanyuan's ugly shoes, laughing at charmaine playing volleyball, laughing at lucille yap's clothes, laughing at colmanchua's (i know he googles his name) VBL, and everything else that seems remotely funny. and helping with the head prefect campaigns! trying to salvage yuanyuan's UGLY posters and making stickers and stars. and sticking stickers on everyone. and drawing fish on each other during assembly and labelling "HAPPY FISH GANG".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicolette thinks i should be head prefect! (i think so too.) nicolette yuanyuan and karen are wearing VOTE NICOLE stickers! hohox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday we went to kukup! i missed decon and ecnerret and ronin HORRORS. decon won! elena says ecnerret would have won if twohill had jumped more! and everyone said ronin was really hardcore. hoho. karen and i taught everyone to peel crabs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was FLAG DAY. elena karen natalie nicola and i went to orchard! prey on tourists. it was quite fun actually! we lunched at kobayashi. then we went to PS to flag more! bumped into eugenia and zhen i forced them to donate! eugenia forcefully gave me someone's number TEEHEEHEE!!!1 we were freaking people out with "HELLO WOULD YOU LIKE TO DONATE????? xDxD" and when they did, "THANK YOU. YOU'RE A GOOD PERSON." and sticking a flag on them. and karen even sticked a flag on a guy before he decided to donate so that he'd have no choice. then wenqi erwin jingyuan and sheila came down with LOTS OF COINS (thank you!) and jingyuan snatched my can and started asking people to donate. a lot of people actually donated to him! and paul ong was like stoning there for a long time and he helped elena collect money too. apparently he was waiting for joanne chin. hurwitz appeared too (HE LOOKS LIKE MR VOO!!) then joanne chin appeared (WHOA A LOT OF COINS) and get this HURWITZ AND JOANNE LEFT TOGETHER, leaving paul ong stranded HAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were tired so we went for a break. and coming back up we bumped into them again and after a while everyone came, meaning annabelle, paul twohill, weiren, yonghua, weiqing, yongwen, edwin, aaron, and I CAN'T REMEMBER WHO ELSE i'm not thinking. they all donated coins to meeee. elena told paul twohill he would have won if he had jumped around a bit more. he said that he wasn't really feeling the groove although he was wearing his lucky santa claus boxers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we journeyed back to tiong bahru to return our tin cans, mine being the heaviest (xD) then elena and i came back to town to meet the guys. we went to swensen's cause it was annabelle's birthday! (well it happened to be elena's too but she came along last minute) they gave annabelle this tiny little eggtart and stuck a candle in it! and pretended to expect her to be really impressed and aaron kept going SO CUTE RIGHT????!!!1 anna looked really disappointed. then she excused herself to the toilet and me sheila yonghua followed. then when we came back, there was a big cake waiting for her! haha so SWEET. after dinner we wanted to go watch a movie at the old shaw building. we were kind of late, because by the time we finished eating, the movie was starting in fifteen minutes. so we ran to city hall and through swissotel. the thing was, the only route wenqi knew was out one of the backdoors of swissotel, and due to the annoyingly tight security because of some important people staying at the hotel, the door was locked. so point is, we got our bags scanned and ourselves metal-detected for NOTHING. so yes, us bunch of very lost sheep ran around the entire area for very long, and ended up at the old shaw building. but we decided not to watch a show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to chijmes and watched electrico for a very.. short time. then we went back to raffles city and sat and stoned. wenqi and aaron had this brilliant idea of doing something for elena since it was her birthday! and they didn't know what to do. so a few of the guys went off, to the "toilet" and came back with a gazillion canned drinks, because elena collects CAN DRINK TABS. so each of the guys drank like four cans! and they all gave the tabs to elena. she was so touched (: after that they went to the toilet and puked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked to the esplanade! bought chocolate coated strawberries! and glass bottle coke. we went under the bridge and made a lot of noise. then we all sat on the very high wall which had the sea on the other side. it was FUN. then the guys went mad and did mad guy-things, which i shall not attempt to explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elena says it was the craziest and funnest birthday she's had! hohox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday. i overslept and did not go to church. went for lunch with sheila jingyuan paul annabelle and aaron kwek at breeks in taka. then we walked to suntec, did a lot of spaz stuff like taking pictures with the carboard herbie! we went to a jigsaw puzzle shop and oogled at all the pretty jigsaws haha. then we watched war of the worlds. aaron was being so annoying! he like put one straw at the side of his drink and was like, this is MINE okay. you can drink from the other straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we called everyone to come down! met them at PS. weiren was being HYPER and jumping around, which is not a weiren-ish thing to do. we went to play pool! i beat wenqi and annabelle, but annabelle because she hit in the black ball with the white ball. wenqi was being nice and he walked me home haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday. elena karen natalie nicola and i met at orchard. we ate lunch, painted our right pinkies BLACK. then we went kboxing! it was damn fun and we were screaming along to barbie girl and abba and the carpenters and jay chou! then we wnt to monster but there were no more tables left so we sat in some ulu place and painted our toenails identical! black 1, 2, 4. SECRET CODE haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to meet weiren yonghua wilson aaron and zhihao. weiren got pissed at me ): i know you said that it wasnt my fault, you already were in a bad mood, but somehow i still think it was just to make me feel better. aaron zhihao wilson and i walked from city hall to east coast park. YES WALKED. me in my heels. it was great fun anyhoo. then we took a cab back hoho. zhihao and wilson walked me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdaay me sheila and jingyuan went to meet wenqi weiren wilson erwin at PS. we went to fish and co for dinner, li juan, renee, annabelle, paul and his friend, teckyang, zhihao came along. the food was nice. and PAUL WENT UP AND SANG. he was really good! he sang here without you. i thought paul could only sing rock but WHOA. it was just so good. they told him to come back anytime! haha NEXT SATURDAY MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to PS and sat and talked for quite long. bullied erwin. then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SAT WITH ERWIN IN CHURCH TODAY WOOHOO! sheila and jingyuan didn't come. so it was annabelle paul weiren and ERWIN (CUUUUUUUUTE) we bullied him more! erwin is so cute erwin is so cute. then paul belle and i went to eat ROTI PRATA MHMMM. then belle and i went to j8 and shopped around, i got earrings! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm back here. i don't know if i should go to the aiport with them later. hmm. ATTEMPT TO DO WORK! bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-112044909993710659?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/112044909993710659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=112044909993710659' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/112044909993710659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/112044909993710659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-tagboard-is-working-again.html' title='MY TAGBOARD IS WORKING AGAIN! whoopdeedoo.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-111960457168705306</id><published>2005-06-24T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T15:50:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be, all that. Just for you No, not for you.</title><content type='html'>I KNOW SILAS' SECRET. (and you don't! moohahax.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PHONE GOT STOLEN. THREE MONTHS OLD, DAMNIT. same model as daryl eng's! hohox. daryl, kern and i need new phones. you will see me with some crapped up phone soon. my dad's taking revenge on me because i called him fucking constipated. i know he's been waiting for an opportunity. they specifically told me i am not allowed to go buy a nice phone with my own money but i must use the lousy phone they give me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if there is a desperate need to contact me, email me, givemecrack@hotmail.com, or ask me for my home number at the above mentioned email address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks must go to kuangli and his mom (who thinks i'm pretty and rated me as hot shit but please grow taller) who offered to lend me a two-week-old unused 7260.&lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayzZz, so what have i been up to the past two weeks or so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;natalie day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after two days of planning, we threw a surprise, run-from-orchard-to-natalie's-house-to-parkway-to-orchard-to-natalie's-house party for her. karen, elena and i met at orchard for certain preparations, including muah chee and toothbrush and creme and ziplock bag buying, then took a cab down to natalie's place. we had korean movie watching time where we got all soppy and AH-HE'S-SO-SWEET-ish. then we had muah chee eating time! and we surrendered our modest hand-made presents to her. and we discovered that elena was wearing a earhole enlarger! then natalie made use of her authority as BIRTHDAY GIRL to make her remove it xD then we scooted down to parkway and did um. the THING hohohox. then we went to sushi tei at taka for dinner! took pictures (: then natalie and i went to PIERCE OUR CARTILAGES! i was so terrified. and i couldn't pierce my right side because there were large veins. so i pierced my left side! so it's three holes on the left and one on the right. natalie's is the exact opposite! and elena's is the same as mine! we went to the coffee connoiseur for cake and took more pictures! i think the waiter and cashier were amused at us. we yelled bye to when we left we're so friendly. then back to natalie's house we tried making ice cream! i splattered the kitchen &gt;&lt; but it was real fun anyway and it tasted good (: haha we decided to sleepover! NATALIE LIKES TO HAND OUT THINGS I SHAN'T SAY WHAT. jiakang called from china! it was her birthday too. we all talked to her! &lt;3 we fixed a THOUSAND PIECE JIGSAW okay. at about 5 am i was feeling sleepy so i err just plonked down on the couch and according to them i was sprawled all over and they had no space but they were afraid to move me cause i might break. HAHA. then we had french toast in the morning like we always have whenever we stay over at natalie's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE NATALIE YES WE DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wrote me a testimonial that girl. the punctuation just screamed natalie! question marks all over and the thing is she doesn't realise it. i have proof now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on wednesday i went to clarke quay to play pool with adam and damian! watched batman begins. then went to watch cursed with egg! he was mugfesting at orchard library with acjc girl called melissa (who has funkAye hair!). he was amused at me as usual because i kept getting shocked and jumping when things suddenly popped up. BEN DAN! but we both agreed the show was DAMN STUPID and had a really dumb plot! the whole thing just got stupider and stupider and we didn't know whether to like OMG -.- or laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was jiakang day! we met at city hall and gave her starbucks surprise. oreo cheesecake her favourite! then we sat around, went to bras basah to buy wood and random supplies. we got cheated! they had balsa wood and bass wood. they picked up some wood that was in the bass wood hole. but i was like, no way this is BALSA. but they didn't believe me! then we went to karen's house, we saw this really coolshit mysterious house on the way in! then we were all peeking in. so anyway we go back to karen's house and realise that the wood was labelled BALSA WOOD after all HAH i need to say this - I TOLD YOU SOOOO. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at karen's house we decided to check out someone's blog! it was so funny that we took turns to read it out line by line WITH EXPRESSION funnyshite. natalie's good at it. we spent forever going back and back and reading all the friggin' funny entries. then we went to cut things out of paper and cellophane nyeh nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK i can't go for chma. i just found out i have a dumbass geography field trip. and elena managed to get ronin to play! stupid geog. fuck. everyone PLEASE pray that it will rain on the early afternoon of 1st july so the field trip will be CANCELLED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on friday i went for 211 class gathering at east coast park! hohox fun. i bladed! i love blading with meera. she's just the right speed! i blade faster than most girls, but slower than most guys because they like to action and skate fast all the time and i hate doing that. we were practising skating on one leg! well actually i started it and they copied and they couldn't do it for more than like 10 seconds! HAHA. we went to play in the water and got splashed ON PURPOSE by skimmers! not like we don't know who they are hmpf right wan ting. on the mrt back wan ting and i were majorly disturbing yinghui i think everyone on the train thought we were pervs we got weird stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday and sunday church camp! hohox. sheila and i got new eyecandy! hint: he's QUITE SHORT hahaha! it was fun. i was voted group leader! unanimous. we went to ijtp and had a waterfight. someone threw a waterbomb superhard at my piercing! it hurt for damn long. on the second day we had a skit thing and i was voted st gabriel -.- anyway the judge guy chose three winning teams in no order and we were one of them! hooray. haha i managed to catch up with majelly. thanks for the sweet letter yeah. LOVE YOU WOMAN &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday night i went for karen's and natalie's church concert! natalie saaang xD after that we went for supper in town like this whole huge bunch and like owned swensen's. ryan was really entertaining the whole night! he was doing some michael jackson hat dance move which was really really cute and i still can't figure it out and i made him sing lots of songs. he can do that mr lonely song by akon, the rapping parts AND the high parts. RYAN'S SO CUTE. we ate at swensen's until about 1am! then i took a cab home with charmain and her brother and nicholas, this model guy who happens to be LIME'S BEACH HUNK. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday tuesday chalet at east coast! with alessa ben damian krystle sheila vanessa grace abel justin majella charles randall (blech) and jerry. cycled around! haha it was fun. krys sheila and i got really high and we scared the shit out of abel. it was so funny he was so damn scared. jerry bought us drinks yay me and sheila shared green apple vodka and we all had beers and sheila got DRUNK. "this isn't a slide.. HAHAHAHAHA!" then we cycled to macs, PRANK CALLED jingyuan, aaron kwek and paul twohill. hohox. on the way back sheila kept cycling into lampposts. "i know what i'm doing.. where are we going?" "we're going to swim in the sea." "oh.. okay.." HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she went back to the chalet to sleep. abel, damian, justin, charles, jelly and i went to bedok jetty and talked for more than an hour. it felt really good with the late night breeze and chilly air. it was good talking to you guys. justin and abel were being damn funny i was supposedly jumping around and laughing i was a bit high. i think justin (who my dad affectionately nicknamed Chicken Backside last year) is a damn lot nicer now. we went back to the chalet at 3+ am. got kicked out of the room by a stomache-aching krystle, everyone sat downstairs and bitched and talked more. we went to sit on the playground too. then everyone left ben and alessa there! we finally got to bed after 5 am, after five or more SHUT THE FUCK UP, GUYS. the guys were going, COCKFACE. hahahahahahaha. then it'll be quiet. then someone will COKCKFACE again and cause another round of chuckling. jerry had a psychology paper the next day too so we woke him up then went to bed. three of us hogged the bed! xD the next day, we went to parkway for brekkie. jerry likes to blast DAMN LOUD music in the car and wind down the windows and drive damn fast. bummed around returned the bikes then went to town. but before we left sheila and i had a bacardi xD we met jingyuan and in town, played pool had dinner. bikini shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chalet was good, espesh bedok jetty. i love you guys muchly. SHEILA IT WAS DAMN GOOD SCREAMING ALONG TO JERRY'S SUPER LOUD MUSIC IN THE CAR WITH YOU. and JUSTIN CRETTON YOU HAVE BLOODY NICE CHEEKBONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesay i met jingyuan at bishan. i got him his lollipop okay because he has been a good boy. we went to jurong ice-skate with aaron weiren yonghua weiqing annabelle wenqi jonas teckyang wilson erwin zhihao yanling. wenqi was teaching us to skate backward! we must have looked funny. we played follow the leader (which happened to be me) and it was fun skating fast weaving through the crowds. and picking up little fallen kids along the way. wilson picked up this little boy and he kept sticking to wilson so wilson was holding his hand and skating for most of the time it was SO CUTE. like major height diff since wilson is like 1.8. paul came and we went town and played pool. went to prego at swissotel with my parents for dinner. my lamb was overcooked. but the mint jelly was good as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday sheila jingyuan and i went to town for a bit, and we saw SOMEONE and sheila started squealing and getting hyper! then we met annabelle weiqing erwin yongwen, took a bus to wenqi's house, which happened to be the exact road where i used to live. we got lost. wenqi came to fetch us haha. his house is big! zhihao teckyang jonas paul wilson were there already. we had a (sort of) barbecue. which consisted of us sitting there and wenqi running up and down serving us food. wenqi is too nice. annabelle got pissed at him for serving us for a whole two minutes (in usual annabelle fashion). we went upstairs, they decided to play MAHJONG. so teckyang zhihao and me went to the balcony-ish thing and talked for damn long. zhihao says i look good in teckyang's cap ! ^^ and teckyang said something embarassing concerning "chemistry" between him and zhihao! which he totally denied later on. teckyang grew okay. then jonas came to join us. then we went downstairs and started spinning the ketchup bottle. truth or dare! paul asked erwin whether he thought annabelle was hot. he was like. no?! so we called annabelle down and asked in front of her. then he looked at her, she looked at him, then she got pissed and stormed away. (for two minutes AGAIN.) we decided to round everyone up and headed up-upstairs for double dare! many stupid things were done. including me and wenqi acting as jack and rose in titanic, just that um, he was rose and i was jack. "OH I'M FLYING, PAUL! I'M FLYING!" jingyuan licked barbecue sauce up sheila's arm! and paul licked sauce off quanjun's stomache. aaron and teckyang pole-danced, aaron being the dancer and teckyang being the pole. it was super sick but AARON WAS GOOD. then darren lapdanced jonas! he was damn on. it was TERRIBLE and sick. i got dubbed by paul as the Little Girl With A Lot of Ideas. and references were made to Emily the Strange. then the finale was yangyang, weiren, erwin and weiqing as TELETUBBIES. they had to sing and do actions. they so rocked! someone video-ed! then it was quite late already my parents gave teckyang and jonas a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday alessa ben abel damian charles and i watched a lot like love! quite funny, pleasant-ish but not that fabulous. played pool. i owned abel, damian, ben! woohoo it felt good man. i hadn't beaten abel since last december when he was a noobie and adam and i kept laughing at him. and ben beat me last week with open wounds on both palms. but i got thrashed by adam many times. and my phone got stolen. i was mopey and didn't wanna go home so abel damian kelvin and i sat and ate desserts and talked a damn lot of crap for really long. :&lt;br /&gt;hokay school tomorrow sleep time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-111960457168705306?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/111960457168705306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=111960457168705306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111960457168705306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111960457168705306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-will-be-all-that-just-for-you-no-not.html' title='I will be, all that. &lt;del&gt;Just for you&lt;/del&gt; No, not for you.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-111923191006997903</id><published>2005-06-20T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T09:45:10.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh. chalet. be back wednesday. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-111923191006997903?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/111923191006997903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=111923191006997903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111923191006997903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111923191006997903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/06/eh-chalet-be-back-wednesday.html' title='eh. chalet. be back wednesday. (:'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-111859284374207870</id><published>2005-06-12T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:33:26.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT WAS ONLY A KISS HOW DID IT END UP LIKE THIS</title><content type='html'>haha i stayed at home yesterday because i ate lunch without karen! then that stupid girl didn't want to meet me anymore i'm so hurt ))): HAHA! medieval girl was like watching movie. WENEEDTOPLAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JERRY ew no i didn't say that. but he booked ((: so damn blur he didn't know how to and had to call me and made me run through the process but i seriously didn't think he'd actually do it so irresponsible but YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH GIL'S JAP GUY IS TOO CUUUUUUUUUTE. OMG&amp;OMGGGGGGGGGG&amp;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!&lt;3333 i am like, so JEALOUS! omfglaksabbq. EYECANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha today should be busy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE SEAN POH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-111859284374207870?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/111859284374207870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=111859284374207870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111859284374207870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111859284374207870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-was-only-kiss-how-did-it-end-up.html' title='IT WAS ONLY A KISS HOW DID IT END UP LIKE THIS'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-111850987580805541</id><published>2005-06-12T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T01:41:03.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first kiss; unforgettable,    but it was the last that killed me.</title><content type='html'>majelly tay is currently drunk and wonky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mikey's in singapore for a while. he has amusing love problems (: i'll think of something! I WANT MY PIMPSTRONG. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met at cine today for money collection (: i was late, because i was talking to carmen for a bit too long. the contents of our conversation are strictly confidential xD i'm trusting youu babe. anyway everyone else was late too so it didn't matter. unknown to randall, the rest of us were going to play pool, so we "split up" to "meet our friends" and waited until he was out of sight then started walking to monstercue HAHA. abel has been practising, how not good. okay, so i got thrashed. 3-2. the days of abel-thrashing are over, sadly. krystle and i make a good (tyco) team! we beat adam and damian. probably because adam was actioning too much and refused to just take the simple shots. adam screams POSER. and we beat abel and white shirt guy and abel and the yellow shirt guy! whoopdeedoo. one of which was because they hit the cue ball in with the 8ball. but STILL. we are so proded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hello, CHARLES ROCKS BECAUSE HE IS SO DAMN COOL, DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to cine for a very very late lunch, i saw sean tay! his hair is.. longer. and i bumped into ying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we keep getting attacked by christians trying to convert us and show us The Truth? i swear the group of girls looked back at me, whispered, then turned around and walked over to try to talk to me. and while we were walking this guy handed adam this absolutely amusing pamphlet about The Value of Trials, which i discarded, and he muttered something about working hard and The Truth to abel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sheila is still persuading her mom to let her come for the chalet. majella and adam can't make it (dang i miss majelly babe), no more drunken craziness and sitting on roofs and running around with handphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerry is such a flirtatious asshole. i had to be so damn nice to him to get him to help us book. he agreed but i don't think he has done it yet. i think we're going to bug him in person tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abel got pangsehed by his own dad. like he was banging on the car and his dad just sped away ahaha. "did it feel good?" "yea baby." tsk tsk. haha have a nice flight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three black blobs, three black blobs. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha cos we learnt at camp that we should be nice to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;EAT OUR SHIRTS! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;EAT OUR SHIRTS! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;EAT OUR SHIRTS! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;EAT OUR SHIRTS! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:12 am, should i go to sleep soon? but GOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;it was only a kiss.&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-111850987580805541?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/111850987580805541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=111850987580805541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111850987580805541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111850987580805541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-kiss-unforgettable-but-it-was.html' title='the first kiss; unforgettable, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but it was the last that killed me.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-111842012909832058</id><published>2005-06-10T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T01:18:34.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the seven seas; WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR</title><content type='html'>i'm back and not a bit tanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen and elena came! yay &lt;3 elena The Cool Goth was wearing a black tee and jeans, AS USUAL. we made her change into one of my nice WHITE abercrombie tees. and she refused to change out of her jeans. we ate MEIJI YOGHURT OH &lt;3 then we unsuccessfully tried to drag elena out of the hotel room by her legs so she wouldn't wear her (gothic) belt. then we walked around sentosa and played at the beach! elena totally ripped off this little girl's moat. the poor girl was building this moat and elena comes along and goes I WANT A MOAT TOO so she squats next to the little girl and totally copies it like LOOK OVER THEN BUILD, LOOK OVER THEN BUILD. the girl was staring at you manx! drew like a lot of fish on the sand. and we labelled the sand IMPORTED FROM INDONESIA and drew 30+ buddhas! and karen wrote the bugeyed buddhas rock! hahaha. YEAH WE DO (if i may say so myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i watched mr and mrs smith with kuangli and maria. maria is such a SPOILT BRAT i swear! haha. i missed her. talked quite a bit! haha mreeeeeeYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got caught in the rain and ran home in my freaking heels. then we went to uncle koay's house for house warming party. had a good long chat with the girls they're so funny. shitien and shiqi didn't come though! zara's clothes and accessories were funky. anthea's in the same poly as tric. and i just found out that cherie's the vice-president of the hcjc council. sloooow. and daryl chan omg you are damn BLUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today cheryl chen and i went shopping! i got a top, MAC eyeliner, and my manicure! the colour's pretty, it's orange over red and it's quite bronzey. and i have nail art on my fourth fingers! the manicurist was really amusing, we had a very nice conversation. and she informed me that recently a bunch of RGS girls came for waxing. cheryl and i had xiaolongbao for lunch, and we BITCHED alot hahaha! cheryl got a top and we walked all over trying to find a nice pair of flats but couldn't find! haha. MY NAILS ARE SO NICE OOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay there's pool tomorrow imma get thrashed by abel and adam. i should sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW, THAT I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT YOU? i feel like talking to someone about it but everyone's sleeping. poobah. maybe i should just take his advice and get out. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT WORLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-111842012909832058?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/111842012909832058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=111842012909832058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111842012909832058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111842012909832058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-seven-seas-what-hell-are-you.html' title='and the seven seas; WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-111803020174011310</id><published>2005-06-06T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:56:41.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>oh. and i will be bringing my laptop. so if i manage to hijack someone's wireless connection i will have internet ^^ whoopdeedoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-111803020174011310?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/111803020174011310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=111803020174011310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111803020174011310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111803020174011310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-111798843555408820</id><published>2005-06-06T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:20:35.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hohox</title><content type='html'>nicole is going to sentosa from tomorrow until thursday. i'm gonna get chao tah. hopefully elena and karen and sheila and jingyuan will come and save me from boredom hohox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday nicolette and i went to taka to look for elena shuli and yuanyuan. they were at the better toy store. WHAT A WONDERFUL PLACE &lt;33 they just finished jamming -snigger and they were all in BLACK, gah! (yuanyuan claims she plays the bass but i swear she doubles as groupie) nicolette's earrings were funkayyee! haha i learnt a drumming rhythm woohoo! we sat there and laughed at yuanyuan and her stupid photo evolution thing for quite a while, her primary school picture was HORRIBLE. ("no wonder they bullied you!") haha yuanyuan's sucha slut. i can almost hear the YOU TERRIBLE WOMAN! I'M NOT A SLUT! ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then elena nicolette and i went SHOPPING ngyehehe. FUGLY IS FUN! our motto for the day (or forever!) i think the three of us look weird and young together! we were in guess and elena found this netty top thing utterly amusing. "let's buy it! it's only 135!" haha yes and play with it every day. we went topshop and played with all the funny things too. nicolette and i both bought bags. walked around wisma, elena and the PICK SHOES. elena is such a medieval thing, i swear. she had black fingernails ngyahaha. mine were lime greeeeeeeeen. that time we went bra shopping she liked the medieval bra! okay yeah so anyway there elena was, picking up everything remotely medievalish and going "HEY THIS IS COOL." much to the amusement of nic and me. we walked very very far looking for a nice cap for me and finally found one at stussy. the front is this cool paper materials thing. then we waaalked all the way to cine and pissed a sales assistant off then nicolette went home elena and i had dinner then we went to watch hitchhikers guide to the galaxy (she was SQUEALING and GIGGLING. such an un-cool-goth thing to do, tsk tsk.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today me and sheila went to watch jingyuan runrun! haha. my heel broke when i jumped down the stairs ): so jingyuan broke the other one and i bought new heels! then lunch at j8, and i got chicklit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent like 170+ in two days this is bad for my budget. but my mom gave me like a hundred to shop so it's not that bad. but it was only a bag, cap, shoes and treating elena to dinner and movie! pffft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes sean is back. hello sean! didn't miss you HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-111798843555408820?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/111798843555408820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=111798843555408820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111798843555408820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111798843555408820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/06/hohox.html' title='hohox'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-111767731158754529</id><published>2005-06-02T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T09:56:07.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's the guy who thinks he can</title><content type='html'>okay in case you didn't know, i'm back y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll write about the trip some other time cos it's gonna be LONG and i have my physics performance task report to finish by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i just found out that we won't be able to go for a holiday anymore because my dad's on MC so we can't travel. so we'll just go to sentosa for a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalie and cheryl are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday i went to town with sheila, shopped for a bit, i got a pair of earrings. then we caught this really cute korean movie called My Boyfriend Is Type B. then jingyuan aka ah boy finished studying for chinese Os and came to meet us. we went shorts shopping from one place to another trying to decide which to get and ended up buying NOTHING -.- haha. then they were being nice so they took mert with me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were discussing natalie's sense of humour yesterday. it's a little strange but quite funny coming from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole: the laser can't reach all the way to outer space!&lt;br /&gt;natalie: big one lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i need a boyfriend my birthday's coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's that other straaange thing which i shan't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and karen those funny people! and karen's funnier facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yangkai says i look like tricia, just with long hair. actually people have told me that before. well i suppose it's a good thing, trish's way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaa-aaay, BACK TO FIZIKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-111767731158754529?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/111767731158754529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=111767731158754529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111767731158754529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111767731158754529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/06/thats-guy-who-thinks-he-can.html' title='that&apos;s the guy who thinks he can'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-111642790891913970</id><published>2005-05-18T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:51:48.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLORADO-OH.</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm gone. Be back 27th May, around 11.45 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear people who are supposed to pick me up, especially Cheryl Chen because I know you will forget, it's UA 837. Yes Terminal 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-111642790891913970?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/111642790891913970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=111642790891913970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111642790891913970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111642790891913970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/05/colorado-oh.html' title='COLORADO-OH.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-111625466599601451</id><published>2005-05-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:44:26.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i asked you, what was the biggest mistake of your life, what would you say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-111625466599601451?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/111625466599601451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=111625466599601451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111625466599601451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111625466599601451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-i-asked-you-what-was-biggest.html' title='if i asked you, what was the biggest mistake of your life, what would you say?'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-111581148096277438</id><published>2005-05-11T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T19:38:00.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't stop thinking of your face, lalaleelaleeloolace.</title><content type='html'>i need a html monkey. ): my blog looks like shitz! i already have the layout i just like need the HTML damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on saturday me and karen stayed over at natalie's house. haha we talked a lot and found out REALLY interesting stuff xD and we did evil things to annette's mogu cushion. we went to buy stuff (BEN&amp;JERRY'S CHUBBY HUBBY! and lots and lots of gummies) and went upstairs to natalie's TV room which i still think is uber cool and watched the jiangnan video (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) and frankenweenie and nightmare before christmas and friends and e! entertainment and dark waters! it wasn't scary okay. but we kept scaring ourselves and hiding under the blanket. haha frankenweenie and nightmare before christmas were so dark but cute. i love tim burton! omg it would have been so fun with elena! but she wouldn't have agreed with our HEH HEH and swooning so much. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalie is comfy (: karen is hard and bony. then the next morning i went to church with them! ahaha NATALIEE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday went for lunch and shopping with cheryl cheah. CHERYL KEEPS PISSING STRANGERS OFF. like they'll say something really laughable then she'll comment or mock them. JUST LIKE THE SUSHI PLACE AHAHAHA. ohman. the woman was like glaring at us can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dance yesterday! becky didn't come it was so SAD laoshi was making us do guide-dancing. like pair up and one person acts like a puppet and both people must dance together and complement each other. she made us each partner with sec ones! i did with casslyn. if becky came i could have done with her! i haven't seen any of them dance before because we were stuck in SYF. and abby my best (gay) partner didn't come either cause she had third language exam which she totally fell asleep in cos she finished it in 20 minutes AHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wenta paragon to cut my hairrr. like 3 inches off. my bangs look funny but they grow really fast (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-111581148096277438?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/111581148096277438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=111581148096277438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111581148096277438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111581148096277438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/05/cant-stop-thinking-of-your-face.html' title='can&apos;t stop thinking of your face, lalaleelaleeloolace.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-111539968357286124</id><published>2005-05-07T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T01:14:43.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>embrace the freedom!</title><content type='html'>ohoho I'm so happy EOIs (END OF INSTRUCTION SUMMATIVE ASSESSMENTS, NOT EXAMS, as emphasized by Mr Chang) are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going to sleepover tomorrow at Natalie's! and we have a cunning plan. and Karen needs to consult me on something. I'm sacrificing a movie with Chris and Tric and Jarryd for you guys okay BE GRATEFUL. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cleared the GE resource room today. our tree is officially dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, Nicolette, Yuezhen, Yuanyuan, Kelly, Karen and I decided to go for lunch. we met Julie at the busstop and Karen gave her a red gerbera and she was SO HAPPY. she just kept smiling and smiling away! and she kept stealing glances at Karen and claiming she was looking out for the BUS. then I asked her about her 8-minute snog with Ashley Ong on the bed (with spectators). Kelly heard and was like, I thought half an hour? and I was like, who would snog for half an hour. and Julie went I WOULD! and we were all like, WHO. then she mouthed, KAREN. Julie has lesbian fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Miss Tay forgot to log out of her friendster in 312 so SOME PEOPLE looked through her messages and found out that she's going clubbing at Clarke Quay tomorrow. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Julie was all excited about Karen and asked if she could come along with us. we took a bus down and walked all the way to Takashimaya, only to realise that we really felt like eating XIAOLONGBAO. so we walked to Scotts Crystal Jade. after sitting for a while in reasonable comfort, a group of RI guys walked in and sat at the table next to us. they happened to be sec 3 geppers, Daryl and Kern and company. after the initial WTF ARE THEY DOING HERE &gt;.&gt; Daryl decided to say hi but he DIDN'T SEE ME. hi Daryl I think you still owe me a dollar from last year. HAHA. (and 200 more for utterly destroying my watch.) Kelly was being SO amusing throughout lunch. she's really cute in a warped kind of way! she was complaining that we avoided her during OBS. it was because she looked like Priscilla Ang! how were we supposed to know how cute she was ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and JULIE WAS PERVING AT KAREN THE ENTIRE TIME TOO.&lt;br /&gt;Yuanyuan: I shall order carrot cake!&lt;br /&gt;Julie: What, did you say KAREN cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen was feeling rich so she treated for the xiaolongbaos! (: Nicolette and I went shopping, walked a LOT and talked a LOT too. I realise I'm MUCH more observant than Nicolette, but her unobservancy might be due to her ultra dirty cloudy glasses! THAT GUY WAS SO COOL HUH! and hoho Nicolette's really fun to bitch with! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw my Cheryl darlings with Anonymous Dude at cine! then we went to meet Zhen and Yuanyuan at Pacific Plaza. Singapore shopping is LOUSY. we sat down and spaaaaazed and got weird stares from people because we were staring at THEM and commenting about people who were walking past really loudly. there was this girl with too-high heels who couldn't walk properly (she kept staring at us) and the GROSS GUY with a turned-up collar and his pants tucked into his shoes. Nicolette stared at him really obviously and for really long and exclaimed (loudly), DON'T TELL ME THAT GUY IS NOT UGLIER THAN KEEFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to Far East and stood there eating Old Chang Kee and trying to make people feel insecure by staring at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mommy, I hope that you appreciate my effort in carrying red and orange gerberas all around town today because of you, and you will not mind that the gerberas are now flopping and dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to conclude this entry with JULIE SWINGS BOTH WAAAYSSS NGYAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-111539968357286124?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/111539968357286124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=111539968357286124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111539968357286124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111539968357286124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/05/embrace-freedom.html' title='embrace the freedom!'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-111512152443118638</id><published>2005-05-03T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T20:27:38.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>geog sucks.</title><content type='html'>one of these days, imma arrange for a pei ni to fall on mrs lucille yap's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our end-of-intruction test is solely on hurricanes, and she spent a grand total of one and a half hours on that topic, while spending 239841718 hours on migration, which is not tested at all. brilliance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as yuanyuan, my favourite slut, says, we should organise a mass geog failing and get lucille yap sacked. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we have such weird teachers. maybbe if we search hard enough. we'll be able to find ms chng and ms tay in some "buddy drinking contest" looking half delirious" - yuanyuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall spend the rest of the night FOCUSSED on STUDYING just like my chao mugger idol ronald kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye of a hurricane that's abandoned.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-111512152443118638?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/111512152443118638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=111512152443118638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111512152443118638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111512152443118638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/05/geog-sucks.html' title='geog sucks.'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857241.post-111493985996520062</id><published>2005-05-01T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T17:37:04.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;#9829</title><content type='html'>i hate talking to you now. why do you make it so difficult? everything is so forced. i'm always so afraid. i have to be so careful about what i do, because i never know what you might say. you make me want to cry when i look at you. why is it so different? why are you so different? don't you remember how it used to be, when we were all we had. when i could depend on you and you could depend on me. now it's always about you, what you think. what you think of everyone, what you think of the world. there was a time everything just flowed, when we were so strong, when i was never afraid, never doubting. when i wanted nothing more from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i now to you, anyway? am i just one of them? it was never like this before. cos you're not afraid of hurting me. the things you say behind my back are cutting, but you're such an angel to my face. you act as though you really do want me in your life, then i hear what you told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've changed in every way possible. you're so high above me now, your tone so exasperated. you're quiet in a way that makes the air around us heavy, that there's something for you to say but remains unspoken. i can always feel you frowning down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i doing this, not like you're gonna read it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you love me, but i don't exactly believe you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857241-111493985996520062?l=crack-me-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/feeds/111493985996520062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857241&amp;postID=111493985996520062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111493985996520062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857241/posts/default/111493985996520062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crack-me-up.blogspot.com/2005/05/9829.html' title='&amp;#9829'/><author><name>NICOLE.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
