<?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-35158265</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:55:55.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>run-for-the-NICOLE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-117094674082669076</id><published>2007-02-08T06:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T06:59:00.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i've moved to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplified-ed.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://simplified-ed.livejournal.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;see u there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-117094674082669076?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/117094674082669076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=117094674082669076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/117094674082669076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/117094674082669076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-moved-to-httpsimplified-ed_08.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-117077648308229596</id><published>2007-02-06T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T07:41:23.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ma DANCE life here at SMU and studio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/771162/DSCN3860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/31956/DSCN3860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/49988/DSCN3831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/877179/DSCN3831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/605518/DSCN3815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/14396/DSCN3815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/992565/DanceWorkPract%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/676831/DanceWorkPract%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/551482/DSCN3818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/264306/DSCN3818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/488832/DSCN3834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/9534/DSCN3834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/767252/DSCN3763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/726283/DSCN3763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/643419/DSCN3851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/211740/DSCN3851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/963351/DSCN3863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/817365/DSCN3863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love it. live it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-117077648308229596?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/117077648308229596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=117077648308229596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/117077648308229596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/117077648308229596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/02/ma-dance-life-here-at-smu-and-studio.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-117030290147631347</id><published>2007-02-01T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:08:21.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I am not a happy girl now.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more of the "Nicole is here AGAIN".&lt;br /&gt;and now she really needs someone who can understand and care for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST lost my phone when I got down from the cab on Tuesday after dance.&lt;br /&gt;I dropped it on the grass patch when I got down from the cab.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I dropped it in the cab.&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried that the uncle will not return my precious back to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I only notice my precious aint with me after I finish bathing.&lt;br /&gt;I kept calling and calling.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that no one will turn off my precious away.&lt;br /&gt;And luckily someone answered the phone.&lt;br /&gt;He was Julian, who lives just beside my block.&lt;br /&gt;I went down straight the next moment to meet him and get my precious back.&lt;br /&gt;I said many thanks to him.&lt;br /&gt;And he said my precious wallpaper was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to exchange contact.&lt;br /&gt;So I did.&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you Julian. =)&lt;br /&gt;And once again thanks for returning me back my precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why is my precious so important to me:&lt;br /&gt;1) That's why its called my precious right?!&lt;br /&gt;2) Too many memorable memories inside.&lt;br /&gt;3) I cant bare to loose all my favorite's contact.&lt;br /&gt;4) And those messages. ( I just wanna keep them)&lt;br /&gt;5) Crazy pictures I had (What if someone blackmail me?)&lt;br /&gt;6) MY CONTRACT HAVE YET FINISH. (My dad is gonna kill me if I lost them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;where is my love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-117030290147631347?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/117030290147631347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=117030290147631347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/117030290147631347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/117030290147631347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-not-happy-girl-now.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-117008267768636704</id><published>2007-01-29T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T06:57:57.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>29th January 2007, 09:08:54pm&lt;br /&gt;Just right after I finish my rugby training.&lt;br /&gt;A message from him:&lt;br /&gt;"I need a little time away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad. Disappointed. Lost. FINISHED for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would turn out like that ever since the last time i met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're still always running through my mind non stop. And I cannot deny that I had always wanted to message you and stuff, knowing how you're doing and so on.&lt;br /&gt;I just love to receive your message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, whatever that makes you happy, I am happy for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-117008267768636704?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/117008267768636704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=117008267768636704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/117008267768636704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/117008267768636704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/01/29th-january-2007-090854pm-just-right.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116973226190512745</id><published>2007-01-25T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T05:37:43.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nicole's gonna TIRED HERSELF! And no one is able to stop her from doing so. She hates being bothered/annoyed/frustrated/sad/angry over problems. And by TIRING herself, she will not be able to think about so much things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;and I definitely miss receiving your message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116973226190512745?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116973226190512745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116973226190512745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116973226190512745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116973226190512745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/01/nicoles-gonna-tired-herself-and-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116964009279567346</id><published>2007-01-24T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T04:01:33.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;From the start till now, I see myself slowly drifting away from you. As if I am just lying at one small little corner of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're lost now, but I don't know what I can do to help you.&lt;br /&gt;I always have the urge to message you, to call you, and to tell you stuff I really want you to know. But when I reflect back, I don't see my movement visible enough for you to notice it even by just a message/call/meet-ups. Plainly because I know you still had someone else in mind to worry and care about.&lt;br /&gt;If I always tell you that I am not jealous, I would be just lying to you and myself.&lt;br /&gt;Things had really gone too fast from the start. Too fast.&lt;br /&gt;And all of us get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't get to know you in the first place, most prolly I wouldn't had cause you too much troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;NICOLE IS LOST. REALLY LOST.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I didn't felt that you're close to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And I definitely understand what you're trying to do. So I am not blaming you.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that most of the time, I wish to say I MISS YOU BADLY. But there's just something stopping me from letting you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I know what kind of respond I would get in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing much special I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss sleeping beside you. looking at you. getting hugs from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i want to take care of you now when you're actually not feeling very well. i just need you by my side now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I had never stop missing you even though I do not reply you or when I am busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I am always afraid what I do might make you unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I REALLY WANT JEROME TO BE HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116964009279567346?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116964009279567346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116964009279567346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116964009279567346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116964009279567346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-start-till-now-i-see-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116939468899068413</id><published>2007-01-21T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T07:59:19.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am spending TOO much money. And ma wallet is no more filled with $10 notes anymore. Only a few $2 notes and plenty of coins as transport fair because I carelessly lost my EZ-LING card on ma way when I was chasing for bus 17. *DUMB ME*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;And I will start to miss practicing dance almost everyday at OSCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;I just simply love the graffiti wall.&lt;br /&gt;And the cushion.&lt;br /&gt;And the free-flow-of-water.&lt;br /&gt;And missing seeing KH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay out of relationship problems.&lt;br /&gt;I aint jealous when I know what u're thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I know u need time.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime i look into ur eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see myself as standing at the last.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont wanna let you know.&lt;br /&gt;Cux down to heart, it is still me loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116939468899068413?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116939468899068413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116939468899068413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116939468899068413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116939468899068413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-spending-too-much-money.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116919464436587775</id><published>2007-01-19T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:17:24.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am crazy-ly TIRED and DRAIN-OUT-ED.&lt;br /&gt;and i need some time to study and do my school work. but i wasnt given that.&lt;br /&gt;not dance, then rugby.&lt;br /&gt;i love dance.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;i love rugby.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;i love love love love YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOIN CRAZY. STOP ME BEFORE I TURN INTO A MONSTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes, i saw my picture appearing on my school's orientation board promoting BIOTECHNOLOGY. *???OMG!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to study. study study study. (where did my soul went to! outerspace?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerome.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116919464436587775?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116919464436587775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116919464436587775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116919464436587775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116919464436587775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-crazy-ly-tired-and-drain-out-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116870206981556996</id><published>2007-01-13T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T07:27:49.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;because i just wanna DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116870206981556996?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116870206981556996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116870206981556996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116870206981556996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116870206981556996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/01/leave-me-alone-because-i-just-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116827431383105567</id><published>2007-01-09T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T08:38:33.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dance was GREAT everyday. Practically like 5 times a week. And different location too! HOW TIRING IS THAT!!&lt;br /&gt;and im TOTALLY in love with dance now.&lt;br /&gt;and the ppl i am dancing with too.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine, Jean, Pris, QiaoWei, XiaoPei.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE GIN'S SEXY DANCE CHOREO!! =)&lt;br /&gt;plus LYRICAL JAZZ&lt;br /&gt;plus PARTNER WORK&lt;br /&gt;plus HIPHOP&lt;br /&gt;plus HER STYLE&lt;br /&gt;plus HER HAIR COLOUR&lt;br /&gt;plus HER PUMA BAG&lt;br /&gt;plus HER RAGGAY&lt;br /&gt;plus HER EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to work hard for everything now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116827431383105567?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116827431383105567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116827431383105567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116827431383105567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116827431383105567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/01/dance-was-great-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116792354222707667</id><published>2007-01-04T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T07:12:22.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sch has STARTED AGAIN for me. ( i nv had like it )&lt;br /&gt;but it went out pretty not too bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually had fun with weikhim in the library, wanted to watch the movie Save The Last Dance, but all DVD's player were full and someone is watching it. so we don bother waiting for like 2 hr and decided to check it out on youtube. BUT THE FREAKING CONNECTION IN THE LIBRARY TODAY IS SOOOOO SUPER DUPER SLOW until it takes like a day to get logged on to msn..&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun though..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ard 3 i left the library to meet miss cheong for Applies Science School photoshooting. Apparently the other 2 girls i knew them b4 hand, so i didnt had a hard time getting good in cameras!&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE THOSE CUTE HUGE RABBITS THAT I HAVE TO CARRY! they were so nervous when they 1st came into the studio, kept in shivering until the whole cage almost topple. they're jus so adorable. I MISS THOSE RABBITS.. =( oh, and i had to take photos with FAKE MOLECULES too!.. haha.. so fun so fun.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NICOLE IS HAPPY IN FRENCH CLASS TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;cux she had 15.5/20 for listening and 30/40 for written test&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE THOUGHT FRENCH IS FINISHED FOR HER..&lt;br /&gt;(and she went talking in class today. talk talk talk.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116792354222707667?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116792354222707667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116792354222707667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116792354222707667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116792354222707667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/01/sch-has-started-again-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116783821787021311</id><published>2007-01-03T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T07:30:17.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of 2006, &lt;strong&gt;COUNTDOWN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/473391/343782265_c3bd0413b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/630904/343782265_c3bd0413b6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of 2007, &lt;strong&gt;BREAKFAST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/848750/343797509_4ec9c355a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/16821/343797509_4ec9c355a3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/139303/343795991_0ce2d83c3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/667308/343797510_094a8b0a2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/599172/343797510_094a8b0a2f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/122943/343797508_a17f14d469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/282774/343797508_a17f14d469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/901957/343797507_b2f499cf38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/338106/343797507_b2f499cf38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/705146/343797511_f98f813070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/163908/343797511_f98f813070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007, RANDOM PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/294315/343794408_0870fa5e56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/232901/343794408_0870fa5e56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/649939/343939831_1475c3a390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/258311/343939831_1475c3a390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/486165/343949674_ccecb44bb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/204433/343949674_ccecb44bb8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/643408/343949678_d07bc713e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/119288/343949678_d07bc713e9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/644491/343939829_41f6c348f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/82142/343939829_41f6c348f0.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/35158265-116783821787021311?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116783821787021311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116783821787021311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116783821787021311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116783821787021311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-day-of-2006-countdown-1st-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116779965971429807</id><published>2007-01-02T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:47:39.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you(Oh, oh, oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you(Oh, oh, oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;Oooo (oh, oh, oh, oh) oooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was crazy from the get-go&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of us knew why&lt;br /&gt;We didn't build nothing overnight&lt;br /&gt;Cuz a love like this takes some time&lt;br /&gt;People swore it off as a phase&lt;br /&gt;Said we can't see that&lt;br /&gt;Now from top to bottom&lt;br /&gt;They see that we did that (yes)&lt;br /&gt;It's so true that (yes)&lt;br /&gt;We've been through it (yes)&lt;br /&gt;We got real sh** (yes)&lt;br /&gt;See baby we been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too strong for too long (and I can't be without you baby)&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can't sleep without you baby)&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who's ever loved, ya know just what I feel&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it&lt;br /&gt;Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a question for ya&lt;br /&gt;See I already know the answer&lt;br /&gt;But still I wanna ask you&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie? (no)&lt;br /&gt;Make me cry? (no)&lt;br /&gt;Do somethin' behind my back and then try to cover it up?&lt;br /&gt;Well, neither would I, baby&lt;br /&gt;My love is only your love (yes)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be faithful (yes)&lt;br /&gt;I'm for real (yes)&lt;br /&gt;And with us you'll always know the deal&lt;br /&gt;We've been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too strong for too long (and I can't be without you baby)&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can't sleep without you baby)&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who's ever loved, ya know just what I feel&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it&lt;br /&gt;Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this is real talk&lt;br /&gt;I'm always stay (no matter what)&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad (thick and thin)&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong (all day everyday)&lt;br /&gt;Now if you're down on love or don't believe&lt;br /&gt;This ain't for you (no, this ain't for you)&lt;br /&gt;And if you got it deep in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And deep down you know that it's true (come on, come on, come on)&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me see you put your hands up (hands up)&lt;br /&gt;Fellas tell your lady she's the one (fellas tell your lady she's the one, oh)&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands up (hands up)&lt;br /&gt;Ladies let him know he's got your love&lt;br /&gt;Look him right in his eyes and tell him&lt;br /&gt;We've been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too strong for too long (and I can't be without you baby)&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can't sleep without you baby)&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who's ever loved, ya know just what I feel&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it&lt;br /&gt;Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeeeeeeeey Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeeeeeeeey Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116779965971429807?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116779965971429807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116779965971429807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116779965971429807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116779965971429807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2007/01/be-without-you-i-wanna-be-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116732154347200006</id><published>2006-12-28T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T07:59:03.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am so freaking BORED at home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no plans, no plans, no plans..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND THIS IS WHAT I DID TODAY AT HOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watch DEATH NOTE 1 from youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clean up my dirty dusty messy goin crazy ROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ate chocolate, cerals, bread the whole day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sit in front of my com playin MAPLE till i die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;complete my CASA powerpoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rot at home with my yellow big pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO CAN ANYONE PLS ASK ME OUT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i really wanna go sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i really wanna go shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i really wanna go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i really really need to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i really cant wait for next dance pract again. (although the 1st lesson has alrdy gave my knee major bruises)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND I MISS JOYCE! hope she's really having fun there.. =)&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/35158265-116732154347200006?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116732154347200006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116732154347200006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116732154347200006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116732154347200006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-so-freaking-bored-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116706627404950624</id><published>2006-12-26T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T09:07:36.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ok, i jusy feel like blogging out of the suddenly BECAUSE, i think that there is too many things running thru my mind. and i just can't help but blogging it out. and &lt;strong&gt;i am truely sorry to whoever that it's gonna hurt&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;BUT STILL I WILL NEVER USE VAUGARATIES&lt;/strong&gt; in any ways. &lt;strong&gt;NEVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my &lt;strong&gt;EX.BOYFRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know somehow you didnt wanted to &lt;strong&gt;CONTACT&lt;/strong&gt; me anymore, bother to message me and stuff. and i no longer want to wait for your message &lt;strong&gt;ANYMORE&lt;/strong&gt; even though i had asked a question or a favour from you jus because i do &lt;strong&gt;CARE FOR YOU&lt;/strong&gt; and basically, you dont seem to be aware of my presence and don even bother to reply. so i take that as &lt;strong&gt;I HAD WASTED MY FREE MSGES AND TIME WAITING FOR UR REPLY ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and, i didnt deny that i still have feelings for you. but all i know is you're trying to run away from it and avoiding every single of such things. and i always thought what could be the things that is running thru ur mind. am i disturbing u? am i an irritant? am i jus an extra to you? or am i even bothering ur life. and i nv had a chance to hear out what you've got to say to me.&lt;br /&gt;i had always love to receive ur messages. even though its jus a &lt;strong&gt;HI&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;BYE&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;TAKE CARE&lt;/strong&gt; kind of situation. and i still love to receive ur msges even though im hating u at the moment. but nth came by.&lt;br /&gt;ppl tell me to take &lt;strong&gt;INITIATIVE&lt;/strong&gt; to start the msging 1st. and somehow i did. and in every case of my &lt;strong&gt;INITIATIVE-NESS&lt;/strong&gt;, i felt being abondoned aside, being ignored, being &lt;strong&gt;CONDEMMED&lt;/strong&gt; for certain reasons.&lt;br /&gt;i dare not delete any of ur msges. but soon after i felt so hurt, so much like an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABONDONED CHILD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i deleted every single of your msg and including those that were nt in the story as well &lt;em&gt;(cux i don delete 1 by 1, i delete as a whole.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps u had certain reasons for such actions towards me. and i am nt blaming you. neither am i saying this to win u back or anything. i mean no harm. and i mean no selfish-ness. but i jus thought it would be better to let me know at least the slightest thing that i should know.&lt;br /&gt;i like the past that we used to have.&lt;br /&gt;and definatly i had &lt;strong&gt;REGRETTED&lt;/strong&gt; in some ways in terms of treating u wise.&lt;br /&gt;i believe you're happy the way you are now.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall nt bother u anymore longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES, I AM A HUMAN AND I DO HAVE FEELINGS TOO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess u wunt know how much u had &lt;strong&gt;FREAKING-LY&lt;/strong&gt; hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;im sry.&lt;br /&gt;but i still love you for now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe not tmr,&lt;br /&gt;and anymore.&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/35158265-116706627404950624?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116706627404950624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116706627404950624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116706627404950624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116706627404950624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-i-jusy-feel-like-blogging-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116703818903417823</id><published>2006-12-25T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:16:29.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. no more waiting for your messages. i did my best in asking u if u've got any troubles. and i waited for your message. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW DUMB AM I TO DO SUCH THINGS WHEN I EVEN KNOW IT WUNT TURN OUT GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. for a moment, i jus feel like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BASHING U UP, KICK UR DAMN BALLS OUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. im not goin to interupt anymore, and shall let the pass slowly settle by its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JOYCE, I WILL MISS YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and take care JOYCE, JAMIE, JANICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116703818903417823?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116703818903417823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116703818903417823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116703818903417823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116703818903417823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/12/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116695019192593634</id><published>2006-12-24T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:49:51.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'VE GOT A SECRET TO TELL YOU GUYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, but i can't wait till CHRISTMAS to open all the present so i did a lot of peeping to all my presents. AND i love them all! Cux its jus basically what i want and love! oh, and luckily u guys didnt get me like SOAP, CHOCOLATES, CUPS, PHOTOFRAMES, SOFTTOYS, CHAINS, BRACLETS, EARINGS, CDS, BOOKS, AND WATEVER STUFF THAT ARE REALLY BORING TO RECEIVE DURING CHRISTMAS! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAHUI: for that pretty "cabaret style" pouch&lt;br /&gt;IVAN: for that CUP bought @ TAKA and i WRAPPED it for u&lt;br /&gt;IVAN &amp; LP: for the CHOCOLATE and the named braclet. =)&lt;br /&gt;XINER: for the cookie and black penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALFRED: for the BUTTERFLY BELT tat caught my eye that day @ bugis. How nice of u to go back and get it for me for christmas!&lt;br /&gt;DARYL: for the White belt that i had always wanted but didnt really manage to find the right one for me and now u did find it for me!&lt;br /&gt;HANZ: for the pretty shiny pink HAIR BROUCH that i thought its really pretty cool to own 1 ever since i started reading the GEISHA book u lend me!&lt;br /&gt;DARREN: to be known soon when i get his present.&lt;br /&gt;VAISH: to be known soon when i get her present.&lt;br /&gt;JOYCE: to be known soon when i get her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGNES frm ITOUCH: for the gift that was exchanged that day when i left with pauline 1st. Had yet gotten it from RENJIE, but yeah, thx for the present anyway. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, THANK YOU PEOPLE FOR GIVING ME A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS PRESENT AND CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR! =)&lt;br /&gt;i love the presentssssssssssssssssssssssssss....&lt;br /&gt;love it love it love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116695019192593634?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116695019192593634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116695019192593634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116695019192593634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116695019192593634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-got-secret-to-tell-you-guys-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116654029525897914</id><published>2006-12-19T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T06:58:15.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the link for Christmas Party PHOTOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=47694176"&gt;http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=47694176&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care my fellow classmate..&lt;br /&gt;we all had fun that day.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116654029525897914?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116654029525897914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116654029525897914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116654029525897914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116654029525897914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/12/heres-link-for-christmas-party-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116650364743284291</id><published>2006-12-18T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:26:37.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I want for Christmas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S YOU..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT'S YOU..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOULD BE YOU..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEFINATLY IT'S YOU..&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lalalaa, lalalaa, lala all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh wat's fun, it is to la,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lala all the way, HEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lalalaa, lalalaa, lala all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh wat's fun, it is to la,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in a one hse lala land..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116650364743284291?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116650364743284291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116650364743284291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116650364743284291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116650364743284291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-its-you.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116635226721159037</id><published>2006-12-17T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T02:47:00.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a great time ytd with my BFF (alfred, joyce, daryl, darren, vaish, hanz) @ east coast for steamboat. =)&lt;br /&gt;and of cux we do have COOL pictures too!&lt;br /&gt;its's just so nice hanging out with them back again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/435722/BBQ%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/448877/BBQ%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/638864/BBQ%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/955256/BBQ%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/1540/BBQ%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/601249/BBQ%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/913668/BBQ%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/990304/BBQ%20100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/200/848556/BBQ%20100.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/35158265-116635226721159037?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116635226721159037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116635226721159037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116635226721159037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116635226721159037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/12/had-great-time-ytd-with-my-bff-alfred.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116609161487768416</id><published>2006-12-14T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:20:14.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO MORE PAPAERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free from stress for TWO weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i just love holidays. (cuase once u're in poly, holidays to you is like FINALLY). &lt;em&gt;maybe that only applies to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVVEEEEE HOLIDAYS NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cux..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the jersey number 11 guy from INNOVA JC whom i knew during the ASIAN touch tournament, manage to find me in friendster without knowing my name and email, sended me a message ASKING ME FOR PICTURES THAT I'VE HELPED THEM TOOK THAT DAY. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok, at least he took the initative to send me message AND ADDED ME ON MSN laa.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He's the number 11 guy whom i think he's rather cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am happy too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cux CHEEWEN msg me goodnight for my last paper (nt thinking that he'll msg me at all).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYONE, PLS HELP ME FIND A JOB! I WANT MONEY TO BUY CHRISTMAS PRESENT yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i want back my boyfriend..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116609161487768416?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116609161487768416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116609161487768416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116609161487768416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116609161487768416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-more-papaers-free-from-stress-for.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116584706014126768</id><published>2006-12-11T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T06:24:20.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the start of TERM TEST! And I freaking read the question wrongly! omg, I SWEAR my eyes are only tune into for "answer channel" OR "prettyGUYS''.&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I AM TURNING REDDISH DARK DUE TO THE 3 SUBSEQUENT DAY OF RUGBY TOURNAMENT at turfcity!&lt;br /&gt;so freaking PAINFUL..&lt;br /&gt;and there's like the SLEEVELESS TAN LINE on my arms! *yucks*&lt;br /&gt;BUT NICOLE SCORE A TRAIL AGAINST INNOVA FREIENDLIES! *yay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love number 3!&lt;br /&gt;therefore,&lt;br /&gt;RUN FOR NUMBER 3, but don't TOUCH her! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/932450/AsianTouch%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/320/397537/AsianTouch%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and here's number 3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/555879/AsianTouch%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/320/10808/AsianTouch%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*here's the number 3 &amp; 4's*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/1600/435302/AsianTouch%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7584/3901/320/594274/AsianTouch%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the CAMHOES!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116584706014126768?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116584706014126768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116584706014126768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116584706014126768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116584706014126768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-is-start-of-term-test-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116550171552761577</id><published>2006-12-07T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T06:34:05.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow is Rugby tournament for the world asian thingy.&lt;br /&gt;gotten LOA(leave of approval) frm them for tmr.&lt;br /&gt;need to be in sch 6.45 am in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;and it ends at 6.30pm at nite.&lt;br /&gt;it'll last for 3 days, friday, sat, and sun.&lt;br /&gt;and next week is my term test.&lt;br /&gt;i haven start majority of my studies yet.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling so down.&lt;br /&gt;can someone help me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116550171552761577?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116550171552761577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116550171552761577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116550171552761577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116550171552761577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/12/tomorrow-is-rugby-tournament-for-world.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116490384104004409</id><published>2006-12-01T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:39:53.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday dance performance for ChongChengHighSchool PromNighte was really fun and great. Seeing those secondary school ppl, reminds me back of my school prom at the same hotel, same ballroom. =) They were really a great bunch of ppl! Especially the alumni person that were incharge of us. She helped us print soo many pieces of photos for every each of us as for memories! And, of cause i saw jamie's fren, danielle and the other girl as MC. I had a great day that night, walking down to Cineleisure after the performance for pastamania with Jasmine, Unice, Jean and HunagYang. I darely did so many dare and made them laughed! eg: i went forward to press the dot on a indian guy shirt, i went round saying:''hi, im nicole, my no. is 98354118'', went round smiling at angmo's and saying hi (apparently they smile back and say hi! =) ). 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(If you know who I meant)&lt;br /&gt;I am lying to myself if I say I didn't wanted to recieve your msg, not waiting patientially for your call every night which I never them either, not thinking of you when I am in school and anywhere else especially when I am holding on to the pink pencil, not hoping that one day you could tell me things I would wish to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the times we had together.&lt;br /&gt;You really left a great impression on me.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I will never able to get you back.&lt;br /&gt;I deserve all these for me stupid actions.&lt;br /&gt;I am not good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve someone else who will appreciate your love better then me.&lt;br /&gt;You're a great guy indid.&lt;br /&gt;And I had never stop loving you all this while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116462730318355786?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116462730318355786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116462730318355786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116462730318355786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116462730318355786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/11/something-i-really-really-want-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116421129108465518</id><published>2006-11-23T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:02:32.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/3901/1600/Diamond_Kiss_by_SERZHant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/3901/200/Diamond_Kiss_by_SERZHant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;A kiss O.R The diamonds on my lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Which will you go for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/35158265-116421129108465518?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116421129108465518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116421129108465518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116421129108465518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116421129108465518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/11/kiss-o.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116386671615787237</id><published>2006-11-18T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:44:32.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I simply hate so many quiz at a day.&lt;br /&gt;My mind can't take so must burden at a goal.&lt;br /&gt;And i definatly hate memorising work, inwhich 5 out of 6 of them are.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just hate school.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i am still hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;I think about my future plans.&lt;br /&gt;I think about my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I think about the society.&lt;br /&gt;And i also think about MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just simply me that makes myself move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for another dance competition. DANCEWORKS! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a: 'sleep early alright.Gd9','c'mon don be sad for me. it's not worth doin it.&lt;br /&gt;stay happy', 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;That's all from u today. AND i swear i got nothing to say. I had no idea how to reply you, how to make you feel better, how to make you feel that i really do care for you. Maybe if tats wat u want. i shall grant u ur wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116386671615787237?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116386671615787237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116386671615787237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116386671615787237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116386671615787237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-simply-hate-so-many-quiz-at-day.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35158265.post-116343385314731947</id><published>2006-11-14T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:06:18.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i came to realise that you aint the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no more love,&lt;br /&gt;no more care,&lt;br /&gt;no more messages,&lt;br /&gt;no more calls,&lt;br /&gt;and no more you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;maybe it is just suppose to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to cry, more like a need.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to seat alone in buses, and no one to talk to and lean on.&lt;br /&gt;i hate going back hm alone, darkness &amp;amp; boardness kills me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate staying at home doin nth while i can go and hang out till late at nite.&lt;br /&gt;and i just hate you for now.&lt;br /&gt;thx for everything, even for coming into my life.&lt;br /&gt;with ur frens ard still, i noe u'll nv get bored.&lt;br /&gt;i noe im jus a passerby.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i didnt trouble u much all these while.&lt;br /&gt;and im sry if its nt worth it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe tats jus life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much things had been happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;my frens.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being stuck in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;i don wish to have a particular clique now.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish u guys would jus stop being so sensitive abt things.&lt;br /&gt;all of us changed,&lt;br /&gt;tat includes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhapes, im nv right in the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;perhapes, i wasnt born to meet u guys.&lt;br /&gt;perhapes, im jus not the right fren u are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im such a looser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD TO TELL U GUYS THIS! CUX ITS TOO FREAKY!!&lt;br /&gt;i was on my way to ngee ann city civic plaza on sunday for my pulse hiphop competition tat day in the bus 14, and a guy tat alight frm temasek sec came up and seat NEXT to me when there's only like 3 ppl upstairs the bus?! omg, and he kept on shifting in trying to squeeze me to 1 corner. at tat moment i was like, GET AWAY PLS, someone pls help me.. den the next moment, he said, hi, can i be ur fren? can i say i love u? can i noe wats ur name? can i noe ur age? OMG OMG OMG oooommmmmmmggggggggg~~~~~~~~~ u wunt wan to be there in my position! i was so freak out. no one is there to help me. and the next moment he touched me. sooo, i just squeeze out and went down to seat. I SWEAR I WUNT WAN TO SEE TAT GUY AGAIN! and im like having phobia to seating upstairs the bus with only few ppl now. I SWEAR I NEEDED SOMEONE TO BE THERE FOR ME, but ya..&lt;br /&gt;was tat counted molest or rape?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i could get money instead~&lt;br /&gt;but wat the hell la, i hate tat guy! seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i was hoping tat u're there to help me, but it was all a dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35158265-116343385314731947?l=run-for-nicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/feeds/116343385314731947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35158265&amp;postID=116343385314731947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116343385314731947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35158265/posts/default/116343385314731947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://run-for-nicole.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-came-to-realise-that-you-aint-same.html' title=''/><author><name>run-for-NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17867281160749661675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
