<?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-24253287</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:54:36.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masked raphsody</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24253287.post-116454038366706918</id><published>2006-11-26T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:26:23.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RELINK PLEASE? :D&lt;br /&gt;mockeryoflust.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116454038366706918?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116454038366706918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116454038366706918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116454038366706918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116454038366706918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/11/relink-please-d-mockeryoflust.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116350770390712557</id><published>2006-11-14T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:35:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To people who hate me (yay, i hope i get fan mail soon! losers) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, your existance to me from this very moment where i type this unbelievable terrific speech is like magic dust, -poof- no more, you rotten low down disgusting unspeakable disgrace. (To the world&amp; perhaps god, even. Although i don't pay much mind to him, but i do respect him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of your hatred that's pulling this already-torn-world worst. Hello, i know the world's soon coming to end but, we do not want you to pressurize the rightness of the world against each other. I mean, excuse me, you do not know me. And if you do, what right do you have to judge me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i hold high expectations to whom becomes my friend (yes, i'm that slutty! HA!) &amp; sweetheart, you fall in neither my friends or my enemies. I've no place to make room for all of you sad losers. If you're thinking i actually cared about this situation, yes, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, see, now you no need to get your other despicable friends to come reply my cockiness in which, i shall just ignore and delete, DOUBLE HA! Why i care so much? Because your life is miserable and i do have a right to laugh at it so extremely greatly, again why? You tagged my poor dead tagboard first and i've the advantage to reply and yes, insult you in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you said you dislike me, honey. I hate you(:&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy now, so scurry out of my life now, shoo you insightful inadequate failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: to people who loves me, i'll love you back unless you're twofacing, i'll slap you on the face. personally and literally, HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116350770390712557?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116350770390712557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116350770390712557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116350770390712557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116350770390712557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-people-who-hate-me-yay-i-hope-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116312949702289969</id><published>2006-11-10T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T11:32:33.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think irony is cute, but having an &lt;em&gt;ironic friend &lt;/em&gt;is cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you skip a couple of songs in your playlist and pause and hear a song that presents your life and you feel useless and worthless but yet, all can only do is hope that it's just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, every word signifys something and what you wrote was, cold.&lt;br /&gt;And i hate who you are now, will time rewind and bring back to the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but you never presence me like one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116312949702289969?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116312949702289969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116312949702289969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116312949702289969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116312949702289969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-irony-is-cute-but-having.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116311470357367464</id><published>2006-11-10T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T07:26:02.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised i'm finally writing some down-to-earth entries where you humans understand. Yay, but flowery textes will come back when i'm upset again, so till then. Sayonara sadness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, so tonight there's mahjong over at junita's house (may i ask? does she own a mahjong table? hehe) I don't think i might be going, perhaps i'll go over in the morning cause saturday i'll be going town for job hunting, &lt;strong&gt;never give up!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, some sick bastard msged the whole clique - nicki+xinning + christie = fuck lovey dovey msg. If somebody wrote our numbers on the bus or something, i'll personally punch you in the groin. Perhaps even a punch&amp;amp; a kick(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live messanger have been a whore from yesterday till today. It'll keep going offline when i don't use it for awhile and i've to keep restarting it, which is bothering me. Alot. Fyi, soh jiayu's back! But her rabbit died): Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If distances were the obstacles,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I beg to differ - it's what that's pulling us apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Some say &lt;em&gt;infactuation&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I say it's just an &lt;u&gt;illusion of the heart&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116311470357367464?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116311470357367464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116311470357367464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116311470357367464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116311470357367464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-realised-im-finally-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116307076251632868</id><published>2006-11-09T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:12:42.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never knew you would do that, truly, i was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You missy, stop being a whore and complaining about your present status (note to you: STOP bitching and all the twofacing, that's why you wound up with insults on your face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser, i swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116307076251632868?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116307076251632868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116307076251632868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116307076251632868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116307076251632868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-never-knew-you-would-do-that-truly-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116304736498520509</id><published>2006-11-09T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:30:53.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you realised that i've changed my skin, it is so superificial and pretty. If you hadn't known, i'm super and i mean super turned on by black&amp;white. Haha, and if you are concluding that i'm somewhat a saddist, go screw yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments further said, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday because of the very nice me, accompanied nicki to PS and then went to the west side just to meet her lapin and i kinda browse through her shoe shelves (honestly, it STINKS!) She said her big ass name was on her door, but we both (cannot deny that we're both blind) couldn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just put the duh in dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, conclusion for yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nicki is fucking colour blind, don't go shopping with her, i swear. Green+purple? Hello, barf!&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicki doesn't know how to define ball chains, my neighbour, ball KEY chains.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nicki doesn't has luck with trains.&lt;br /&gt;4. She cannot differenciate male and bungs.&lt;br /&gt;So overall, she's retarded and out of luck, that's quite a thing for a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luck yet on job hunting, please be on my side whoever upstairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanting to let the whole world know that i terribly miss the clique and jiayu, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116304736498520509?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116304736498520509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116304736498520509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116304736498520509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116304736498520509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-you-realised-that-ive-changed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116277725990203623</id><published>2006-11-06T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:40:59.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, the day i've been anticipating since forever (exaggeration, hello!) gonna walk around till my legs becomes jelly and my calves sore, hehe. Vivo, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spring cleaning, cleared up all my primary and secondary one/two books and mommykins couldn't stop cleaning till late at night, lol. So yes, my table's finally resurrected from the forever suffocation of my school books and papers (my mom found my ugly drawings from primary school and laughed evilly at them cause they're damn fucking ugly, i swear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RN came my house&amp; i was extremely (it's true!) disturbed, right right ralvin? AYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong was.. nice. Lol, peilin loves to play her stupid o2jam and you still haven't got any clothes yet, stupid peilin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i changed my email address, FINALLY! no more embarassing ex-email add!&lt;br /&gt;-laughs moronically-&lt;br /&gt;arousalsucides--@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116277725990203623?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116277725990203623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116277725990203623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116277725990203623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116277725990203623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-day-ive-been-anticipating.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116244071453203117</id><published>2006-11-02T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:11:54.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Throw away that image, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a person who defines it's actions with elegance,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps wings that fled through many crowds,&lt;br /&gt;nothing less but a smile pasted with the rainbows over the skies,&lt;br /&gt;dissapear then, my lovely fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, for not updating this seems already dead blog so i'm trying to liven it with one post (which i hopefully, will work BUT, nah) so, there's choir &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. but i'm kinda, weirdly, is happy for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-clique is going to watch The grudge 2 without me): But anw, i've gotten the disc already yesterday, wanted to watch it with love but decided not to spoil the fun. Going vivo on monday to check out the non-existent jobs which are kiasu people took up since the first day of holidays (BOOYA!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow's result and i'm not the last expecting it because,&lt;br /&gt;1) i'll just fucking get dumped into 301 with my wish come true. ART STREAM, HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;2) i am waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay cut off from my level position to be in 302 (cut off is 44)&lt;br /&gt;3) GOODBYE A-MATH + EXTRA SESSIONS WITH KARIBS! -chuckles madly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mah jong tomorrow, yet again. HAHA, please yew peilin. DON'T fart, xie xie. &amp; will kind people play cards with me again, please? fyi, last week, arshu out of the sympathy played with me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, my library books are way over-due and fyi! i'm staying close to the library, SHIT MAN! how pathetic! So anyway, i've been UBER (i hate this word but ironically, i'm using it) happy for the past few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one month's approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hon, will you let me serenade you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and overwhelm you with midnight making outs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116244071453203117?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116244071453203117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116244071453203117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116244071453203117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116244071453203117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/11/throw-away-that-image-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116203028412952819</id><published>2006-10-28T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:43:40.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four letters, sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s-l-u-t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116203028412952819?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116203028412952819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116203028412952819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116203028412952819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116203028412952819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/four-letters-sweetie.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116201764313909483</id><published>2006-10-28T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T14:40:43.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey fucktard, stop putting words in your friend's mouth. just because we went home, it doesn't states that WE'RE NOT GONNA ATTEND THE CLIQUE DINNER. hello? and excuse me, you didn't informed us that it is officially cancelled or something and then went crawling to the west side, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, boy. you can't head your butt to parkway but to the other of singapore? oh... right.&lt;br /&gt;anw, if you think the people you went out the other day is called a clique dinner or something, you're so wrong. you said we AREN'T seperating, are you blind? it is, and you're not helping either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so terribly sorry that i'm fucking straightforward, when i'm not you'll just take whatever you please. fyi, i feel like screaming now to something which has happened yesterday. i swear, one day i'll go mentally insane because of pathetic friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I STILL WANT A FUCKING CLIQUE DINNER, gee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116201764313909483?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116201764313909483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116201764313909483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116201764313909483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116201764313909483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-fucktard-stop-putting-words-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116195042215985428</id><published>2006-10-27T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T20:00:22.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet you chose them over me&lt;br /&gt;just a simple afternoon to satisfy those wants&lt;br /&gt;curved up tight in warm felt sheets&lt;br /&gt;sighting them in their embrace made me tinge with envy&lt;br /&gt;when would it happen that you'll hop by my side&lt;br /&gt;in the night filled with passion and scented comfort&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand till dawn and perhaps our first sunrise together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like paragraphs that makes no sense to people&lt;br /&gt;but means like crash to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hand's acting up again, c'mon.&lt;br /&gt;ankles first and now my arm again?&lt;br /&gt;if you can't see, hon, i'm in pain. extreme non-pleasurable pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116195042215985428?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116195042215985428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116195042215985428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116195042215985428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116195042215985428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/yet-you-chose-them-over-me-just-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116174067905139753</id><published>2006-10-25T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T09:44:39.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skipped school today, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;sorry xinning, teehee xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'm going school tmr! promise, alright? lol.&lt;br /&gt;nicer post up later, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116174067905139753?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116174067905139753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116174067905139753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116174067905139753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116174067905139753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/skipped-school-today-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116165960584908510</id><published>2006-10-24T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:13:25.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and to tip it off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my ankle's ripping my whole leg apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it hurts like how you cut a chicken down the throat, damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116165960584908510?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-24253287.post-116165875224426163</id><published>2006-10-24T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:59:12.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanting a true sincere grin and a nice appreciated word&lt;br /&gt;i was threw with anguish and something not true&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you say those three words&lt;br /&gt;did it really meant from deep down?&lt;br /&gt;or were they just a little quickie to settle me down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're getting me uptight&lt;br /&gt;but you just never realise&lt;br /&gt;when you say "hold on"&lt;br /&gt;i was there on the other line softly weeping&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't realise and got on with the happy talks&lt;br /&gt;persuading me to stop being so moody and all&lt;br /&gt;when all i wanted to hear from your mouth was those three words&lt;br /&gt;all those insignificant posts had at least her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was mine?&lt;br /&gt;don't say me foolish, cause you're the one fooling me.&lt;br /&gt;even i find myself brooding away with your problems sometimes&lt;br /&gt;where is that one person who would hear my sour up problems&lt;br /&gt;and not say a single word and just be my listening ear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked them a couple days ago&lt;br /&gt;they said no - and i felt their love was so admired&lt;br /&gt;i was jealous and the same night, you shouted at me&lt;br /&gt;was this all i gain?&lt;br /&gt;mere unshoved shouts?&lt;br /&gt;those bad talks we weren't supose to hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said i weren't speaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;when i was spending the whole day shouting to you&lt;br /&gt;seeing them on bed relieving each other in their embrace&lt;br /&gt;i knew ours better like fresh from the oven&lt;br /&gt;with love&lt;br /&gt;i know three of them went to my friends&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't held a grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a fool, so underestimated and defeated.&lt;br /&gt;from my heart to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116165875224426163?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116165875224426163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116165875224426163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116165875224426163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116165875224426163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-wanting-true-sincere-grin-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116149162871730429</id><published>2006-10-22T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:33:48.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find it so pretty, lost angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night i tried to ring you,&lt;br /&gt;you claimed i was being protective and shoved me away&lt;br /&gt;i went all in thoughts and targetted by upsetness&lt;br /&gt;wishing that you could had read my heart for that pure second&lt;br /&gt;but with high pride, you walked away from that very paused moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle me around with magic glitter,&lt;br /&gt;play chasing with the trains and fogged up smoke,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted those professions to be raised&lt;br /&gt;randomsity for speechless encounters for the millionth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop, you.&lt;br /&gt;unlogical jutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralvin ♥ Nicki&lt;br /&gt;Nicki ♥ Ralvin&lt;br /&gt;Aww, wish you two the best&amp;amp; yes, im honoured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116149162871730429?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116149162871730429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116149162871730429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116149162871730429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116149162871730429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-find-it-so-pretty-lost-angels.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116126296358893373</id><published>2006-10-19T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:02:47.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss campus times from January 8th till April 1st, the moments where sometimes i dread going, i can't wait to get to mediacorp, having a suffocating fucktard moment at the smelly reception area, but i loved every momeny of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we would settle down at your allocated seats and start cheering for teresa, or where we would message geraldine with crystal's phone and ask her if she's anxious or something, OR compete cheers with other schools differenciating the loudness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the times where we would sneak in with peilin and friends instead with the school and sitting upstairs, or crying silently in the front rows by some of the songs that lead really bad memories. And shrieks on geraldine's singing or whenever we are waiting for her at the reception, and even taking videos of her (three to be exact, for me) singing songs that were dedicated to us specially, eg: xiao mai? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past just held this smell in the air that signifies a real state of purity, this smell whenever i sniff, i wouldn't mind holding on my breathe and on my tiptoes to get more of it. It was a significance of precious treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really gave me the time of my life, and i didn't regret one moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss geraldine, a hell lot):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, friday night is tomorrow and i aren't attending school tomorrow. Decided to kick my legs and watch movie all day long till someone eventually hits me on the head, yes. Lol, school has this function tmr whereas we're supposed to be dancing ENTHUSIASTICALLY in the hall with like other about 4000 pupils watching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question, can we play heart attack again? -shy- HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116126296358893373?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116126296358893373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116126296358893373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116126296358893373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116126296358893373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-miss-campus-times-from-january-8th.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116117937182240291</id><published>2006-10-18T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:50:33.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you nicki, i really want to thank you deeply for&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; forgetting&lt;/span&gt; that the aeon flux cd is actually in your dvd, hahaha(: &amp;yay, i've got 50cents tip from vicki:D HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa, thank you for telling me that i pass lit! LOL, i'm feeling like the happiest person on earth right now&amp;amp; i can just go join the cow jumping over the moon siolz. HAHA. I miss you lah, chao ah lian(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicki said they'll be police coming in for talks or smth? Nice one, lol and studies are resuming? KNN! Study wut? For sec 3, kiasu char boh lah ms. L. I swear okay, my engrish ah. Bad to worst? Lol, but now i'm just too overjoyed? to blog something chimmy, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralvin, good luck? (: don't tell nicki anything, keep her under suspense,*giggles hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: chaiming just told me i got a mere 55 pass for lit): SO LOW, knn. haha, nevermind! pass for overall, i'm satisfied. I didn't exactly mug fucking hard for it, anw. opps xD&lt;br /&gt;pp/s: BUT I'M STILL UPSET WITH THE STUPID MARK, wah lao eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116117937182240291?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116117937182240291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116117937182240291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116117937182240291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116117937182240291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you-nicki-i-really-want-to-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116116403714682335</id><published>2006-10-18T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T17:37:14.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Be with me, please i beseech you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't find nicki's aeon flux): &amp;it's getting me pretty vexed up, lol. Pretty much joy for the past few days and fufilling, never had this much... fun. Wow, one paragraph and already a start of my contradicting irony, poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i didn't went school for the past two days (today and yst) LOL. Call me a loser, who cares. Ex-fuck-ams are friggin' over! And bother, i'm still really upset with my chinese results. I think it's the only fucking subject i failed this term?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo, literature is the only subject i haven't got back yet. Anxious, lol(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To people who misses me(i'm being a thick-skin slut, sorry) I'M COMING BACK TMR! So, keep the misses and return me with hugs, lol. &amp;amp;the class key): HAHA, enough fun for missing school for two days alrdy. I also miss the career talk, boo, will they reschedule for me? :D HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the clique isn't hitting the tsunamies again, will friday resurrect everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: The friday fling is held at my house 'cos nicki's one is OFB (out of bounds cause of grandma hons, MUST BE CONSIDERATE)&lt;br /&gt;pp/s: I want my lit results, M! Tomorrow, please? xie xie ah!&lt;br /&gt;ppp/s: ADD FISH, better tutor me good chinese hor, qing duo duo zhi jiao(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116116403714682335?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116116403714682335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116116403714682335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116116403714682335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116116403714682335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/be-with-me-please-i-beseech-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116091327163354491</id><published>2006-10-15T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:54:31.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eventually what i never expected, happened and i felt so utmostly loved(:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone, i really enjoyed yesterday people! &amp;heart attack with iclique, peipei and ralvo is supposingly the most happiest thing except &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Following with a really amusing hysterical convo with vanessa, its, words and ralvin, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can my birthday get any better?&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, can i give everyone a hug at school tmr? HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm, Jiayu and baby came down to my house to cut cake with parentals, LOL. So many versions of singing happy birthday, i sweared that i would honestly tell you that i felt the happiest woman and was about to swing to heaven and cry my eyes out or smth?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mommykins for the strawberry(MY FAVE!) cake, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116091327163354491?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116091327163354491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116091327163354491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116091327163354491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116091327163354491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/eventually-what-i-never-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116080926079877432</id><published>2006-10-14T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:01:00.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me(:&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, you're finally 14!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you xinning for wishing me like how many times(: And the first midnight msg that i received(: And thanks to kelroy, juns, chris, vicky, fidah, peilin, jody, crystal, tingyi, vanessa, and lastly, donna(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, first wish i'm going to use is that hopefully today will be a good day:D&lt;br /&gt;That is without any unexpected cake to face smashing, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;oh, donna, cheer up alright? I don't blame you that you can't make it! Just smile to make it alright, babe? :D&lt;br /&gt;amelia, will be expecting that birthday song&amp;amp; arina! (: thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i feel extremely excited for later on although i know it's just mere cycling but, it's the memories that i want to hold dear. But another part is dreading because many aren't coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, mom, thank you(: Ugh, i love you two hell lots, when you grow old, i swear i'll take care both of you! Really! Thank you dad for wishing me real early at about seven in the morning and for that warming grin and mom's birthday kiss! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, will miracles happen if i believe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116080926079877432?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116080926079877432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116080926079877432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116080926079877432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116080926079877432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-to-me-nicole-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116062254088465342</id><published>2006-10-12T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:09:00.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got to stop malay slanging,&lt;br /&gt;fuck siolz&lt;br /&gt;WUT? it's stuck on my tongue, HOW?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116062254088465342?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116062254088465342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116062254088465342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116062254088465342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116062254088465342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-got-to-stop-malay-slanging-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116061960898171652</id><published>2006-10-12T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:07:15.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stroke the lyrics of those lies,&lt;br /&gt;Hum the rythmic shame in the tales,&lt;br /&gt;Tumble the beats of those awful cries,&lt;br /&gt;String those pathetic vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished love hadn't existed,&lt;br /&gt;I wished flowery sadistic textes didn't formed,&lt;br /&gt;I wished time would stood still &amp;amp; carve me a future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the notes right,&lt;br /&gt;Chassé towards our destination,&lt;br /&gt;Bond movements and sight,&lt;br /&gt;Lay here above the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116061960898171652?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116061960898171652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116061960898171652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116061960898171652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116061960898171652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/stroke-lyrics-of-those-lies-hum.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116057540984327231</id><published>2006-10-11T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:03:29.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything's going great! &amp;damn exams are OVER, yes! finally, the day i've been waiting for since the starting of this dreading sec 2 life(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are hitting the currents, strong ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East coast today, VIVO CITY( i saw the building, i tell you ah! the banglah workers must had been paid twice, no wait THRICE to build it SIOLZ!) Anyway, today bad post cause it's mixed with super BAD bad bad english, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM FEELING OVER THE MOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you see me tmr, better say hi ah. IT'LL MAKE ME HAPPIER(:&lt;br /&gt;Bye people, will blog, um. soon? Take care:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116057540984327231?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116057540984327231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116057540984327231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116057540984327231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116057540984327231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/everythings-going-great-damn-exams-are.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116031628068980952</id><published>2006-10-08T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:04:40.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, i miss the randomsity of our beings.&lt;br /&gt;The lush backgrounds contrasting with our extravagant reality.&lt;br /&gt;Curiousity lingers, disappointment hits a couple falls.&lt;br /&gt;It can't be, i don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony, the contradiction, the misleading.&lt;br /&gt;Promises, yet again broken.&lt;br /&gt;Trust, yet again shattered.&lt;br /&gt;Fate, fled and never came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that compromised self-centered person were to stop, unlock and begin;&lt;br /&gt;Would you had realised that you've hurt both,&lt;br /&gt;Stab that naive, agony in the scars, do you know how it feels?&lt;br /&gt;To be let down? To be insulted in trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, might be a four lettered word.&lt;br /&gt;But the defination of the terms meant so bold, so utmost.&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifices, the faithfulness, the bond.&lt;br /&gt;But, because of a silly mistake - you will lose. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;Think, is this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By doing this, did you gain something or lose something?&lt;br /&gt;Or both, do you really want this?&lt;br /&gt;To see the tears welled up like miseries found from sea bead,&lt;br /&gt;Or the gaze that went forever with so much happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think, is this right? Do you think it's right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;To me, it's unfair.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116031628068980952?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116031628068980952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116031628068980952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116031628068980952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116031628068980952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes-i-miss-randomsity-of-our-beings.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116028448538166805</id><published>2006-10-08T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T13:14:45.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you indonesians for&lt;em&gt; FINALLY&lt;/em&gt; stop burning so much trees, i can see the air clearing up(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART! I'm going to strangle you to the pits, dnt you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116028448538166805?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116028448538166805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116028448538166805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116028448538166805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116028448538166805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you-indonesians-for-finally-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-116023273126660917</id><published>2006-10-07T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:52:11.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for abandoning you for quite some time, been mugging for the past few days and i can't blog for just another one more week and i can just jump into the sea and curse the indonesians for buring forests and making singaporeans suffer because of the damn bad haze nowadays especially now. The psi is 150plus, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was lantern festival although there were ALOT of fucked up moments, things gotten better but when things were on a better approach that thing happened. She's really sorry for what she say, will you give her one more chance? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the movie stay alive yesterday, it was thrilling lah. Wonderered who was the one who said the movie was like three hours long? : hahaha! It's okay, DONNA, we don't blame you! LOL. Alot of people attended the thing, super happy, the full clique was present(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicki, Xinning, Charmain, Chaiming, Vanessa, Tingyi, Donna, Junita, Fidah, Christie, Jiayu, Peilin, Jac, Amelia, Yongjie, Xinyi, Vicki, Ralvin, Akinso and Weising, am i missing anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia, stop making US garbage bins, you idiot! I beg your pardon? You pig, sleep sleep sleep! Wake up, then sleep again later. WTH, go and sleep lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunch with charm, christie, xinyi and jiayu, BAN MIAN again): Am i deprived or what? Tau huey, sorry lah, people forgot what's the name of it what! Cannot ah? LOL. Home, slept till six. Haze almost choked me, bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was really happy day, but just one moment where i really got fucked up and all i wanted was to hug mom, which i did(: Felt so much better, mom, will you be here forever? I know it's a silly wish, but i hope you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you clique(: Happy start, awaits for a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, nicole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-116023273126660917?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116023273126660917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=116023273126660917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116023273126660917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/116023273126660917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/dear-blog-im-sorry-for-abandoning-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115933931172635276</id><published>2006-09-27T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:44:20.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn, now let's see who's hating who.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;from the day i called off everything, i didn't want anything from you. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want people who hates you to come beat you up, i don't think violence solve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i'm pushing my heads to the books&amp;amp; whenever i come online, i see more insults being thrown at me. Hello, i know im THAT nice to hate, but please (I SAID PLEASE) stop.&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, did i even hurt you people by removing my links? removing my tagboard cos i find it annoying not replying tags? BY POSTING A REALLY HURTFUL POST AND I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING but call off that whole thing?&lt;br /&gt;Wow, nicole, you earn people's hatred. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from after the end of this post, i'm gonna swear to my fingers that i won't come and blog till EOYs are done, and my mouth will stop gossiping about people.&lt;br /&gt;And keeping my damn feelings to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: whoever dares to spam christie's blog, you better get yourself out of this realm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115933931172635276?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115933931172635276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115933931172635276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115933931172635276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115933931172635276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/damn-now-lets-see-whos-hating-who.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115927553113842196</id><published>2006-09-26T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:14:12.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If it takes one loser to call another loser&lt;br /&gt;It took chaiming every single bit of her bitch to call charmain a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;And it took all of junita to two-face about vanessa, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the way i look, your are pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Your claim your are right in your blogs without speaking out in life.&lt;br /&gt;The only person i could hear standing up for herself is junita, WHERE HAS ALL THE LOVE GONE? aw, that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;Chaiming, you seriously should just stick your head up the toilet bowl or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bother, i'm not going to go blog hopping anymore and see ridiculous posts like in ralvin's blog?&lt;br /&gt;WOW, like the hot favourite? :D&lt;br /&gt;Anw, thanks for insulting me THAt badly, hah. I appreciate it too.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if i put things that your are being childish, your will claim that i'm saying myself being matured, but now i just wanna focus on EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperate then seperate lah, &lt;em&gt;sheesh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've gotta go with her thinking, your gonna suck up to her toes tmr&amp;amp; hope for things to be better, well, NEWSFLASH, it isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Take a look, you are the one causing this mislead,&lt;strong&gt; leader&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115927553113842196?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115927553113842196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115927553113842196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115927553113842196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115927553113842196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-it-takes-one-loser-to-call-another.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115906687178492176</id><published>2006-09-24T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T11:01:11.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mention the names, ticked them by the list, rushed with the pane, boy.&lt;br /&gt;Was it just an andrenaline rush? Flickered away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna start mugging hard on EOYs, no more poor miseries and silly talks:D&lt;br /&gt;Bye for latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115906687178492176?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115906687178492176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115906687178492176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115906687178492176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115906687178492176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/mention-names-ticked-them-by-list.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115892038290301870</id><published>2006-09-22T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:20:26.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear, what's the use of keeping a blog if you plan to keep it on hiatus mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of getting math equations, science chapters, chinese words, irritating global warming, alloys, wood and plastic, some of the merchant of venice famous quotes in my head is like the best feeling! Better then having sex or any literal pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, i didn't know studying could be that... Stress-relieving. Don't believe, then don't? To actually sort your mind-set right, to aim for that goal, is like woah. It's like being in love! :D&lt;br /&gt;But better, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed math Ca4 - check&lt;br /&gt;Pass in chinese letter writing&amp;amp; compo - check&lt;br /&gt;Getting some scientific information - CHECK:D&lt;br /&gt;Doing karib's home - half checked, sigh. HELP? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The way you whiz pass made my heart beat like how it used to, the intense warmth from your bare skin, the way how i would drop to my knees when i saw you. It's all coming back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i've recently been receiving alot of praises for my grades! Satisfied? No doubt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115892038290301870?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115892038290301870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115892038290301870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115892038290301870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115892038290301870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-swear-whats-use-of-keeping-blog-if.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115883670283471872</id><published>2006-09-21T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:11:12.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How i wish i could jot every awful emotion that's straining my life,&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i just scream a sympathetic cry to someone,&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i could fall down into that wounded ripped heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down memory lane the other night, the light breeze i love that gently aroused me, the dim lights that just could only lit your face up, the outburst of overpouring joy was exploding in my content heart.&lt;br /&gt;The past seemed like paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets filled with heartily laughters, every stranger carried a scent of love, prejudice to the time as we didn't want it to be slipped into night, counting the infinite stars that sprinkled upon our heads above, that melancholy mood crept out from our life.&lt;br /&gt;The past seemed like paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, murmurs from the unknown, awkard stares that felt so distant, the longing digged back to the memories, melody of our excitement vanished back into ashes, rain that drenched us like heaven crying for our upset souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this supposed to be? Fate that seperated us, hope that discouraged us, love that were slowly torturning our burned pleasures. Was this &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;Cause, i would rather sleep for eternity to elope with the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Distint hurt, sacred whispers/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115883670283471872?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115883670283471872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115883670283471872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115883670283471872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115883670283471872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-i-wish-i-could-jot-every-awful.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115875842278332267</id><published>2006-09-20T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:20:23.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every now&amp; then, when i'm all alone i'll be wishing that you'll call me on the telephone/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos words can't express how i feel, how nauseous when ever i reminsce of the past, the present insults that dived right down, every single word pricked continuously without a sense of guilt. If i could string a couple of words and formed like an apology, i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now. All i want is to back out. To be out from this shit you're all putting me in, to be out of all the jealousy you're arousing me, to be out of the false gossips your are harpering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all, get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming but yet the sudden outburst of watching movies is tempting me&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I oughta thank those two faggots sitting beside me to really make me smile without fail.&lt;br /&gt;Claire and Nadiah, your are like o-m-g the best bitches i've known! HAHA, kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115875842278332267?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115875842278332267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115875842278332267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115875842278332267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115875842278332267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/every-now-i-oughta-thank-those-two.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115842272149597283</id><published>2006-09-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T00:05:21.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm on crack, stop pushing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you said behind my back, i know all what you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret talks with charmain baby:D things will clear up, really. trust me, friendship are like this, when you don't shower then with adequate time obstacles will sooner or later spring out&amp; if you want to keep it, tell them how you feel and sort things out. PLAN, aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her - things are scrambling up&amp; i can't piece them like how i would do when i played scrabble. I really want to let go 'cos i'm just wasting mere tears on unworthy yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be on hiatus, sorry bout that. I got to start bucking up, streamings are in two weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND FUCKED UP MISERY, GO AWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115842272149597283?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115842272149597283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115842272149597283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115842272149597283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115842272149597283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-on-crack-stop-pushing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115796757396884550</id><published>2006-09-11T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:40:40.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN'T SIGN IN TO MY MSN MESSAGE 'COS IM NOT CONNECTED TO .NET MESSENGER SERVICE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf, omg. i'm damn pissed now. &amp;amp;if you realised, im kinda connected to the internet, I AM BLOGGING, SHUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a feeling it's my damn computer problem, fugger. ARGH, can someone slap the computer, dammit? Okay, longer update later. I'm super fucked up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer, go to hell okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115796757396884550?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115796757396884550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115796757396884550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115796757396884550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115796757396884550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cant-sign-in-to-my-msn-message-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115789881667893228</id><published>2006-09-10T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:33:36.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought i could hit the rewind button for my life, but I was so wrong. The mistakes i made were irreversible and soon became regrets that filled the brim of reality, the chances i had were soon slowly decreasing&amp; times with opportunities were fading fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i was everything and could make other people's life a whole better lot like fixing a spoilt broken down toy robot, screwing on modified pieces onto it&amp; made it a better improved modern technology. Soon, nobody sent their stuffs for repair - the sense of despair, of being deprived were creeping up my toes and circulated my air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i had sufficient strength to pull myself from falling apart, but boy, i was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fight for every dream, to crack a passion smile, to vent angst on every regret, to place a life on every hope, to say i love you for every heart - to fly without wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honestly, i don't like it this way. In fact, i hate it. It's killing me.&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/24253287-115789881667893228?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115789881667893228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115789881667893228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115789881667893228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115789881667893228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-thought-i-could-hit-rewind-button.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115786082155472114</id><published>2006-09-10T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:09:52.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored&amp; nobody's replying my sms-es, online babes are being a fug 'cos they are all bored too, music in my mediaplayer is just repeating&amp;amp; now james &lt;s&gt;whining&lt;/s&gt; blunt is singing(GOD!! argh?) i've got uncompleted homework and im not starting on it yet, i've a feeling my eyes are just gonna drop out from their sockets, AND GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian emerson can't stop fidgiting yesterday:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115786082155472114?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115786082155472114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115786082155472114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115786082155472114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115786082155472114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-bored-now-james-whining-blunt-is.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115785969975017428</id><published>2006-09-10T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T11:53:14.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;FUCK&lt;/s&gt; ALERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: my speakers are being a serious bitch, my outside computer keyboard is screwed&amp; my brother(who eventually resurrected himself from my cousin's house) came to snatch the tele from me when i was watching ROAD TRIP, dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people who can be good friends, cannot be good lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everybody were to be our good close friends, therefore, i believe nobody will ever have a lover. So then, lovers will arise from accquaintaces&amp; strangers? If so then, how would we ever know if we actually really did love them before knowing them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight? I don't suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truthfully, sometimes i believe that two good friends will turn out to be two good lovers, yes. But perhaps, once in a blue moon. One that have gone through hardship together as friends, exchanging comfort hugs when one is led down, thousand of secrets being shared. Suddenly are being changed to kisses&amp;amp;romantic hugs&amp;amp;strolls down the beach but with hands interlocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in love just makes the whole world go round and this tribute goes out to everybody who's in love or currently falling in love, Sometimes i love you might be a simple three word phrase but you never know how deep the meaning might meant to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Love You.&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/24253287-115785969975017428?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115785969975017428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115785969975017428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115785969975017428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115785969975017428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/fuck-alert-my-speakers-are-being.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115771917700895789</id><published>2006-09-08T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:39:37.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How is it that someone so unfaithful, untrusted, unworthy is able to get so many people's heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be the lowest of lowest in pure human form, i gossip about 24/7, i'm always telling other people that shes beginning to change, i'll always take the first thing someone tell me true, when arguements arise - i won't admit defeat and so much more crude that my fingers are burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i start to ponder, is it because i don't seek confiding in friends that's why i'll become the bitch i am. Yes, in life, i'm that happy-go-lucky bitch - always smiling even to the people whom i dislike and cursed to die (but KARMA, baby!). But which real friend actually stopped and told me they'll listen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has there ever one? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always listening, and i really do like it. 'Cos at least i could feel that i made someone's day a little better then minutes ago. But, don't treat me as a dog and tell me commands as and when you like it. Well, i'm a human being, with unsteady emotions&amp; a wide set of imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never imagine (not ever in the world!) this happy cheery nicole telling you face-to-face about every single emotion because maybe, i'm not a people's person. I'm not one whom would slowly crawl to the toes and beg for you to hear me, i'll just wait in a crowd - just hoping from up there somebody will actually notice the pain i'm bearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times when people actually realise that they're hurting me, it's already too late. Apologies are sometimes really the best thing to be received but when they're shooted at the very last moment, i think they're better off to someone else's life&amp; not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, i'm nicole. I smile, i laugh, i chuckle but.. It's only a mask for my &lt;em&gt;unrequited sufferings&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115771917700895789?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115771917700895789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115771917700895789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115771917700895789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115771917700895789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-is-it-that-someone-so-unfaithful.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115760049065158619</id><published>2006-09-07T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:54:12.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still can remember vividly the times where we would have cold wars because of mistaken/ridiculous situations, or times where we would screech like horses on the phone whenever we're talking about our crushes, even times where our friendship would slowly fade away because of relationships and friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even through all those, we're still a piece. Eight years of friendship:D&lt;br /&gt;With juliana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen me whail in pain, tear in hurt, mumble in sorrow, weep in agony, sigh in distress and although at these times you'll try all your best even though it wouldn't help to comfort me, to pull a smile, in my heart - i felt really appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When im down in pits, you'll pull me out of the black hole. When i feel unnoticed, you'll ring me a call and casually tell me that you're not forgotten like you could read my mind. When times i lack luck or confidence, you'll shower me with yours even though knowing you need them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll spot me in a crowd or assure me that you'll be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even though you know you're down in the pits, SMILE. 'Cos you might never know that someone might be falling for your smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos crystal baby, i'm falling for your smile so you've to pull one big one every single day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Just for me:D&lt;br /&gt;Times when you also feel useless or not needed, think of me - I need you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you like tonnes more then elephants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115760049065158619?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115760049065158619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115760049065158619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115760049065158619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115760049065158619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-still-can-remember-vividly-times.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115759226614904308</id><published>2006-09-07T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:31:11.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Which ever kind soul whom found my wallet and actually figured that it's my ez link card, PLEASE i beg you to call me or msg me. &lt;strong&gt;I'm desperate&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REWARDS $0.oo&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i need to confide in someone, she'll be there to hear my poured miseries&amp; when she needs me i'll will do my best to spread a thousand rainbows in her heart. Days where she told me calmly that she cried for the umpteen times for him, i could feel a little of me shattering, the tears she cried were for someone unworthy, someone who would rather hear her tear then wipe her tears&amp;amp; although she still stubbornly loved him and continued refusing to acknowledge the pain she'll be stabbed by him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He will never be replaced."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our feelings towars each other were mutal on the first few days but soon, somehow our personalities&amp;amp; characters just seemed to connect and we began to open up, sharing secrets, lies, wanting to 'kill' those inconsiderate morons. Everyday, she'll cover her hurt with an &lt;em&gt;artificial smile&lt;/em&gt; to keep people assure but i know deep down, she could feel a little of her still bleeding from that unrecovered wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, i will tell you honestly- i'll be your antiseptic and numb your pain, be the protection and shun away all harm, be that bandage and secured your wound. I'll heal you even if it'll take forever. 'Cos you're one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelroy baby,&lt;em&gt; i love you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If feelings weren't meant to be, why are they still stuck in my heavy heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115759226614904308?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115759226614904308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115759226614904308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115759226614904308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115759226614904308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/which-ever-kind-soul-whom-found-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115737430983605911</id><published>2006-09-04T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:54:29.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: this post is not for the faint-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i promised, i've got two extremely good friends. Well, not really but sort of, kidding! Both of them are well related, in a funny way. Those wacky, out of world people related *GASPS* i know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one of them is named nicki. That idiot, always cracking jokes, amuses herself with little things like peilin's hysterical laughter, or even chewing on her hair although knowing that &lt;em&gt;one fine day &lt;/em&gt;she'll have an operation to take out that hairball from her stomache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're down&amp; need confiding in, she's always there. To scare the rain away or do silly stuffs like slanging weirdly: "YO HOMIEZZZ" She's a good friend and yes, i want to keep her till fidah gets jealous and eventually decides to slap me or something bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i won't be such a meanie but anyway! Good luck with you&amp;amp; army boy *swoons* Aw, your look cute together and i have pictures of you two in my camera. WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;I love you, a big big big lot that even cows can't cross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other moron is called vanessa. She isn't exactly a moron but partly, okay! What an irony. This vanessa, tsk tsk tsk. She screech like that banging baboon, laugh like that drunk ah pek, sing offtune like joakim but it's good to know that she's the cheery maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way she think of stuffs, using that positive attitude&amp;amp; will stick up for her friends. Although i once did hate her because of irrelevant topics, i think it's because of that period of time that led us to have a stronger friendship. We're both hardcore on singing rubbish :D &amp;amp;emdd days were very the loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, buck up with your own love life, yeah? HAHA! I love you like a thousand words can't be expressed, satisfied now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, now that was brain wrecking. Oh boy, guess this is all for now. I gave up maple time for this, oh-my-goodness. You people better enjoy this, tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115737430983605911?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115737430983605911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115737430983605911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115737430983605911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115737430983605911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/warning-this-post-is-not-for-faint.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115728911573104560</id><published>2006-09-03T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T21:11:55.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being crooked&amp; being a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that some really horrendous bitches/bastards will just spit "LESBIAN" infront of your face without really understanding the terms of that seven lettered word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, get it straight. Liking someone of your own sex doesn't make you a lesbian, you're just crooked (&amp; it sounds better then being called lesbian) and some despicable morons will just continue insisting that lesbian is the correct word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, newsflash. Being a lesbian is when you had sexual intercourse with another girl and being crooked or not straight just means you're having a serious infactuation with someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts when you just magliant someone as a lesbian when they are not. The case is like being called crooked when you perfectly straight - you will automatically shield yourself from insults and stand up for yourself&amp; when people see you getting angered, they'll have a bigger belief in that theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What-the-hell. Fuggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this post still doesn't get into your cockle doodle doo brain, then.. Go see a doctor or something, there might be some problems screwed inside. -Sighs pathetically&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Kelroy, thanks for that dedication in your post. It's super sweet, aw. BUT, i don't pull my hair, darling. It's really hardwork, aye. Lol, you also huh. Hard work -wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115728911573104560?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115728911573104560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115728911573104560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115728911573104560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115728911573104560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/being-crookedkelroy-thanks-for-that.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115708039734004299</id><published>2006-09-01T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:13:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know of someone recently who gave up someone she loves because her other half liked someone else, a mini old school crush. She determindely told me that she'll wait, await till her other half returns to her. The words she shot filled with so much angst but yet somehow, i could tell that deep down she was hurting. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see someone you once love as a friend, to talk to someone you once love as a friend and to restrain yourself from doing somethings that were not meant for friends to be done. The pasts sometimes flashes&amp; reminds you of how bold you too were, how many obstacles you managed to overcome the many months but this is one where you got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One which your didn't had sufficient energy, sufficient intimacy, sufficient trust. Saying 'I love you' could be said to any dead bush or somewhat dead things in the living world but do it is that hard saying I love you to someone you really love and really whom want to hold till end of years but, can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her story. One with regrets, with no defined assumptions, and still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;(Babe, you know this is to you. Cheer up alright? :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115708039734004299?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115708039734004299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115708039734004299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115708039734004299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115708039734004299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-know-of-someone-recently-who-gave-up.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115676952148323142</id><published>2006-08-28T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:52:01.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do you always have a grudge on lesbianism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the streets, you can see pavements or roads filled with butches, why don't you go up to their face and spit it to their face that they're weirdos? Please, it's because society doesn't allow lesbianism where then girls look at this in another point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they looked like females and clutching on another person from the same sex hands would be discriminated by irrelevant people like you so they went to snip their hair off, dressed like guys, overdoing their hairdos so they cannot be recognised so people won't throw hurtful remarks. But, people are sly nowadays. Even a slight feminie feature, they'll point fingers&amp; still shout crude opinions loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? What's your problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i think girls have more sex appeal then guys around this age. How can you stick to a guy with sweaty armpits, hair that don't seem right, attitude that stinks, breath that stinks even more, doesn't care about their facial appearance? Alright, it's the inner beauty that counts but, first image also counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of kissing someone of the same sex is out of the world, holding hands or embracing. Rather then hooking with some jerk who makes you his one night stand, make you pregnant and just dump you with his ill responsibilities? C'mon, don't tell me you'll abort the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're injuring/killing a life. Murderer. Bitch, so tell me now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115676952148323142?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115676952148323142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115676952148323142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115676952148323142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115676952148323142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-do-you-always-have-grudge-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115676715681888172</id><published>2006-08-28T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:16:55.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women are hard to please.</title><content type='html'>Woman are like onions, we have layers. Same as ogres(if you watched shrek) Some women are not straightforward&amp; tell anyone their inner feelings so most of the upsetness are burried deep inside. When you ask, "Are you okay?" And we just smile it off and shake our heads replying that we're okay, inside we're not okay. Yet, you just seemed to reluctantly take that as our answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're hard to please, but when you just soak us with a couple of sweet nothings during the whole night, you'll get our fullest attentions. Drop some secret stares&amp; a couple of mysterious hints, we will think a thousand and one different things we'll be doing together when we're a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;When things don't happen what we expected, we'll be extremely upset. The things we imagined didn't seem to come true, the things we dreamt of like sharing kisses&amp;suffocating hugs were out of our reach. Times where you come and apologise that you're really sorry for hurting us, we'll just look down on you. For hurting us, for harming us, for leaving false hopes and then dropping them flat on the ground again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women aren't toys. We are human beings, overwhelmed with extreme emotions&amp;amp; a super parnoid conscience. We try different stuffs to get your attention, putting on our best outfits, shining the brightest smile, blinking with packed mascaras, twirling our just done fingernails on the tables, flinging our nice smelling hair. We get tongue tied, sweaty palms, blanked mind but we still remain calm by shooting endless eye signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read our body language&amp; you'll know the inner side of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Psst, sometimes we might lay in bed&amp;amp; wonder how you'll look without clothes&amp;amp; laying beside us on bed, stroking our face and hoping to have pleasures under the covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, most of the times, we'll be day-dreaming of your cute smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115676715681888172?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115676715681888172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115676715681888172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115676715681888172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115676715681888172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/women-are-hard-to-please.html' title='Women are hard to please.'/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115664740895855050</id><published>2006-08-27T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T10:56:48.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everywhere i went, held specific memories, times where we would behave intimately together on the escalators&amp; teasing the other party who's standing below short, or times during a movie where i felt cold and you rubbed your hands together to form heat and placed it against my face and said that you'll be my warmth when it's cold, or even times where you were upset or pissed &amp; that frown on your face just made me swoon on my knees that i can't help but tickle you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, those were nice memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda figured that the happy things we did brought tears&amp; the misunderstandings and arguments just brings a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, i would pay my life to return those happy times but it won't come true again.&lt;br /&gt;At least, not for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm trying to forget you, those simple four words meant greatly to me. At least you spoke the truth&amp; i don't have to ponder on how you feel towards me. From the starting, i knew i had to accept whatever dismay i was brought. 'To crush is to accept rejections.' Although deep down, i still hold a light for you&amp;amp; if you were ever to returned, i would open my heart for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For now, i'm gonna bury my emotions down deep in my heart, somewhere i cannot be bothered to wonder. Now, i'm gonna say three words too, I'd give up, I'll miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115664740895855050?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115664740895855050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115664740895855050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115664740895855050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115664740895855050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/everywhere-i-went-held-specific.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115663873126091379</id><published>2006-08-27T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T08:32:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Would you give up someone you love for someone you like?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115663873126091379?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115663873126091379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115663873126091379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115663873126091379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115663873126091379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/would-you-give-up-someone-you-love-for.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115660564547892400</id><published>2006-08-26T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T08:30:16.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 378px" height="550" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d123/TeeJay210/L-Word/395191343_l.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit man, Katherine Moennig is sex please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d123/TeeJay210/L-Word/395191343_l.jpg"&gt;http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d123/TeeJay210/L-Word/395191343_l.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115660564547892400?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115660564547892400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115660564547892400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115660564547892400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115660564547892400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/shit-man-katherine-moennig-is-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d123/TeeJay210/L-Word/th_395191343_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24253287.post-115658814868301924</id><published>2006-08-26T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:31:54.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Replys to tags:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To nadene: Oh shit, i forgot to link you, again. Il link you straight away after this(: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;To ty&amp;amp;charmain: Aye, i know. She explained to me, haha!&lt;br /&gt;To peggy: FOOL! i linked you alrdy. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;To nicki: haha, omg? ugly pls.&lt;br /&gt;To vanessa: i made it like this! aye, thanks for missing me anw :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115658814868301924?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115658814868301924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115658814868301924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115658814868301924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115658814868301924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/replys-to-tagsd-to-nadene-oh-shit-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115657880264500220</id><published>2006-08-26T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:40:18.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knew something that you thought i didn't know&amp; i kept this burried deep in me, I was waiting for you to tell me but you only distant yourself away from me. Perhaps, you can't tell that i was hurting inside&amp;amp; the cold tone in your words just pricked harder on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read your personal message every one minute or so. The first blog i enter when i switch my computer is yours. I'll read your entries all over again till i'm satisfied. I'll have an urge to read the messages in my inbox from you for about the infinite time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was ruining me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, i awoke, hoping to feel full of hopes&amp;confidence instead, i was greeted with a punch on the head from my conscience, a slap on the cheeks from my emotions&amp;amp; ending with a kick from my misery. Boy, it hurt so much. I couldn't forget the fact that you're in another realm with someone else,&amp; that i meant nothing&amp;amp; it meant the whole world to you, that when you're spitting cold words to me, you're on other hand filling it up with your sweet words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what i deserve? To be in solitude sadness? Answer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Forget it, i shall vanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115657880264500220?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115657880264500220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115657880264500220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115657880264500220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115657880264500220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-knew-something-that-you-thought-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115642831986167656</id><published>2006-08-24T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:05:19.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supposingly, you're gonna steal her away from me too? Why can't you just stick to one person, why must you be such a slut, such a whore? If junita hadn't say out her email address and if you hadn't eavesdropped into charm, me&amp;jun's conversation, you wouldn't had known. But you're a bitch and a know-it-all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm directly pointing at you in this entry post, fucktard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're given a chance to love but you gave up, don't regret next time. 'Cos she's some unsuccessful homsexual? Dammit. She's nice unlike how you ppl make her sound like some horrendous homo sapien. Unlike you, she's a real friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shun away from her, will it do any good to you? Puh-lease, running away from reality doesn't do any good but worsen things up. Sheesh, stop ruining things for people. First it was hers and now what? You're gonna ruin mine too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, if you're gonna steal her away from me. I'm going to slap you. Seriously&amp; literally.&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm asking you to back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im sry i cant control my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115642831986167656?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115642831986167656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115642831986167656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115642831986167656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115642831986167656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/supposingly-youre-gonna-steal-her-away.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115642718819385091</id><published>2006-08-24T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:46:28.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dammit, in the late afternoon i was super bored and went to make a friendster account (FINALLY, in the past was too lazy) but then i couldn't log in after that&amp; when i put forget password, it said that i entered a wrong address. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i think i finally know what's another reason i gave up on friendster, GEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[But, anyway. I complained enough&amp; friendster's mircaclously working again, HA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole morning&amp; late morning doing art! Pop art, in which i'm so proud of my The Merchant of Venice drawings&amp;amp; even though nobody(esp. charmainlim) could differentiate the difference between a mirror and a badminton/tennis racket. Gosh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, well, maybe my mirror wasn't up to standards either. Ms jane, give me at least higher marks? I rmbed that i complimented you that you were cute/hot -winks HAHA, im teacher pimpin', goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;my dad just stole three mouthfuls of my dinner, poo. Nevermind:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i think joakim should just go&amp;die or smth. Hello, he kicked mathilda out (and if you didn't notice, mathilda is THE bomb) bastard, sorry for joakim fans. Hah, pls hear yourself sing. It's all off tunes&amp;amp;i think i get a headache seeing your face. Wait, i know that you'll give me a headache. You better get yourself off from my tv screen next week or, zilch-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115642718819385091?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115642718819385091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115642718819385091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115642718819385091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115642718819385091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/dammit-in-late-afternoon-i-was-super.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115632527760310522</id><published>2006-08-23T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:27:57.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ms S menopause, although she complimented me for my notebook today, I still hate her. Gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun and apparently, now, CHAIMING&amp;lover and CHARMAIN&amp;amp;lover is here at my house doing um, actually i don't really bother. Lol. Aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood to blog now, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115632527760310522?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115632527760310522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115632527760310522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115632527760310522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115632527760310522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/ms-s-menopause-although-she.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115616555557740478</id><published>2006-08-21T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:05:55.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Triggered emotions. Call me a fool, won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm yet another human filled with disappointment, regrets and doubts.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, am i awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i question myself....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115616555557740478?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115616555557740478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115616555557740478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115616555557740478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115616555557740478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/triggered-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115607937431418609</id><published>2006-08-20T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:09:34.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loves to chat.&lt;br /&gt;Loves those who love them.&lt;br /&gt;Loves to takes things at the center.&lt;br /&gt;Inner and physical beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Lies but doesn'tpretend.&lt;br /&gt;Gets angry often.&lt;br /&gt;Treats friends importantly.&lt;br /&gt;Brave and fearless.&lt;br /&gt;Always making friends.&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt but recovers easily.&lt;br /&gt;Daydreamer.&lt;br /&gt;Opinionated.&lt;br /&gt;Does not care to control emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, everything's all true but the last line is just, WRONG WRONG WRONG :D&lt;br /&gt;[got it from ariane's blog, its kinda cool actually]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i've finally got my notebook, will start writing tmr. Goodbye online-sharing-emotion-experience from today onwards! Tell me i'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch Bring it on, All or nothing for an infinity times till my cd catch scratches or burn! It's super loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is happy day! :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115607937431418609?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115607937431418609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115607937431418609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115607937431418609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115607937431418609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/loves-to-chat.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115605667192982817</id><published>2006-08-20T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:51:11.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last minute decision on going out with HYENA :D, met at cityhall then train-ed to sommerset. I think i took the same bus, alight at the same stop as xinni, not too sure. Bought tickets, went to find juliana, angela, KENDRA&amp;______, hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, i know you two are. Continue being sweet and lovey and be the next most envious couple, okay? I support you two all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to level four again (We went to lvl 6 'cos they were upstairs) Hyena had to buy a drink, tsk. And then went to the theatre. Watched An American Hunting, it sucks): Cause it scared me half a dozen times, alright. Maybe more then that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train-ed to lakeside, waited for christie. Cab home, bathe, online, SLEPT :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115605667192982817?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115605667192982817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115605667192982817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115605667192982817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115605667192982817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-minute-decision-on-going-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115605566442390149</id><published>2006-08-20T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:34:24.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't need your opinions on my life, what i do if i may regret that's my own unhappiness and not for you to bug in or any irrelevant people to shove it in my mind. Maybe, all you should ever cared for is your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept telling me to treasure to cherish, but why don't you put yourself into my own shoes: If you seemed to have lost every feeling for something or someone you once held dear, how are you supposed to push yourself to like it and not try to let it go. Pushing yourself to like something is suffocating and mind threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it. Pressurize me, Tell me of my pasts, Will it help? Will it pull a smile on your face or rather then mine? Would you see me being upset, frowning then smiling and happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're selfish. You truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you consider yourself a friend, get off my back. Not that i don't appreciate, i do, but give myself some space sometimes. I can't apparently do what sometimes you think is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know much it sucks hearing somebody else telling you this mini secret you told your close friend the other day? No, it's not to you my love. It's to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever consider my feelings, at least try to know when to lay off the gossipings. I've vowed not to bitch about my enemies, and i'm trying my best although i admit, that i let myself go once or twice but never more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a human being, fuctioning with a beating heart and emotions that circulate in my body. Doesn't mean by saying my own secrecy i shared with you and you telling someone else won't hurt me. I'm not a robot, i'm covered with flesh and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to be the reason why i've to hide my genuine smile.&lt;br /&gt;But, now i see no harm in showing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115605566442390149?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115605566442390149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115605566442390149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115605566442390149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115605566442390149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-need-your-opinions-on-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115596821685327906</id><published>2006-08-19T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T14:16:56.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't care how people will look at me, cause when i see my reflection in the mirror, i know im a human being with a heart and maybe it's because you didn't tell all these right on my face, you made me lose a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we do this once again?&lt;br /&gt;I'm like every bitch, i gossip, i spread rumours, i break promises, i spit comments on your face, i'm not afraid of losing a friend, i'm that person whom she hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you all my bad points, because, if we're made friends you should accept for who i am and not for what i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115596821685327906?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115596821685327906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115596821685327906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115596821685327906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115596821685327906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/those-really-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115596185343540321</id><published>2006-08-19T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T12:30:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know you didn't, i shouldn't give myself hopes.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye now&amp;amp;forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115596185343540321?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115596185343540321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115596185343540321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115596185343540321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115596185343540321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-know-you-didnt-i-shouldnt-give.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115590356674194529</id><published>2006-08-18T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:19:26.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ten days later, will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115590356674194529?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115590356674194529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115590356674194529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115590356674194529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115590356674194529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/ten-days-later-will-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115589998365820199</id><published>2006-08-18T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:19:43.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbye my lover,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I slept for a good four hours for afternoon nap, actually i didn't. I woke up at five but i forced myself to sleep again cos' my eyelids were still pretty heavy so YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a-w-a-k-e, wide awake:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, i was just giving myself hope that you're actually fancying me which kept me going and stand upright for the past couple of days, But, i don't know why there's this feeling which is telling me that i'm about to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is tearing myself apart, my heart is brimming filled with infinite questions, my mind are only recollections of the happy things we said - I'm so afraid, afraid of hearing the kind of answer that i once heard and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, tell me that you'll show me hints. Cause, i'm already falling down to the pits of your heart that i can't pull myself out anymore):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need a book, to jot all my emotions down. My body is starting to overwhelm with heated emotions and i cannot keep it inside me.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you kiss me everynight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115589998365820199?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115589998365820199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115589998365820199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115589998365820199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115589998365820199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/goodbye-my-lover-goodbye-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115588459931428463</id><published>2006-08-18T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:03:19.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Will you love me tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever&amp;amp;Ever, babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115588459931428463?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115588459931428463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115588459931428463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115588459931428463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115588459931428463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/will-you-love-me-tomorrow-foreverever.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115588449569775970</id><published>2006-08-18T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:01:35.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've a sudden boost to blog which is good:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i've no idea what to blog about):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take my hints, will you? i'm screaming for your attention inside, please say you can hear me and realise that im hsriuncg on you hardly, without you i don't feel whole.&lt;br /&gt;but what happens if im turned down? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will the time come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115588449569775970?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115588449569775970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115588449569775970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115588449569775970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115588449569775970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-sudden-boost-to-blog-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115581658523356967</id><published>2006-08-17T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:09:45.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally got my fingers twitching and changed the skin of my blog, really sorry for the lack of updates and the unliveliness in here, Perhaps it was the skin that was SUPER 'lethargic' and didn't give me any mood to write? HUR(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayyyyybe:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i'm back now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had choir, and lots of fun(: Especially at dorra&amp;amelia's station, HAD to rewrite a song from My Island Home and we had to put our brains to suffer while sweating in the-still-quite hot sun? Yes, that was bad. And even the trust game, it sucked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to crawl under tables, walk over chairs): BUT, nevertheless, FUN. Especially clare's station! "Aiyah! Use your shoe lah!" OPPS xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had too little points and won consolation): Aw, sad but we'll try harder next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat bus and at the back there was two couples, i was super happy for them that they're listening to music in the woman's ipod and then they're clutching hands(: But, just before a stop where i get off, the girl snatched the man's ear piece and frowned so badly i think her eyebrows will wrinkle and she started quietly shout at the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, i was appauled. Just moments ago, i thought they were the sweetest couple on the bus but i guess, there's no true love anyway xP OPPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relieved, sorry about last night. I let you down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt confused, uptight and asked HER alot of questions and she returned good advices, felt leaps better(: Although she took forever to reply my msges, sorry claire about the thing. Keep it a secret, please? Sorry):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now, i'm serious. I'm crushing hard on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115581658523356967?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115581658523356967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115581658523356967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115581658523356967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115581658523356967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-finally-got-my-fingers-twitching.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115547754810160959</id><published>2006-08-13T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:59:08.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I said BRR, it's cold in here; there's some CLOVERS/TOROS in the atmosphere [repeat twice]&lt;br /&gt;Let's say it together, oh-ee oh-ee oh-ee ICE ICE ICE.&lt;br /&gt;slow it down, oh-ee oh-ee oh-ee, ICE ICE ICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome, oh wow, like totally freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring it on has surely turn me on(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was nothing but absolute fun, i'm too tired to blog. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115547754810160959?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115547754810160959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115547754810160959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115547754810160959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115547754810160959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-said-brr-its-cold-in-here-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115508966085624132</id><published>2006-08-09T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T10:14:20.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like, oh my god? My maid just showed me a video of two men at the nicoll highway (when it was still rebuilding at that period of time), Suddenly there was this horrendous laughter and then appeared a white figure. Guess, what it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A potianak. I swear, i could see her hair, i was): Apparently, scared. HAHAHA. Unlike one of my neighbour, he ran away when he heard the laughter, and he's just one year smaller then me? Er, i was just -AHEM stunned. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to stop using singlish, yesterday i heard one of the prefects from my school, OH MY? i totally fell in love with her slang and accent): Even when she's disgust or scolding someone names, she used it all in proper english and NO singlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FASCINATED):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday spend about the whole day with love&lt;3 like, FUN? Although there's one time, my mood totally spoiled everything, Sorry love. I feel like eating seaweed agai. HOHO(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to hit my books like today, or I'LL DIE):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind's so  lovely now, and im hearing that titanic song, i've got a suddenly feeling of watching nice, romantic and sad movies example? TITANTIC):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be nicer to watch it with love(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i feel like giving up. But, when i walked back to my past - I suddenly realised, giving up is more torturing then continuing. So, i won't make a choice of giving up, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never admit defeat, NEVER SAY DIE(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115508966085624132?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115508966085624132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115508966085624132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115508966085624132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115508966085624132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/like-oh-my-god-my-maid-just-showed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115494879042275313</id><published>2006-08-07T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:06:30.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One minute you catch your eyes on words that seemed an infinite meanings but when you questioned that mystery person- She denies. You get so uptight, so filled with questions that brims your mind, this wrenched tug in your stomache; you wanted to know everything but everything is forbiding you to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a mess, and i can't figure if you're just wasting your energy or trying to get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone whom wished me well(: I'm seriously feeling much better, rah!&lt;br /&gt;-Yawn, im worn out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115494879042275313?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115494879042275313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115494879042275313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115494879042275313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115494879042275313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-minute-you-catch-your-eyes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115482975404521316</id><published>2006-08-06T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T10:02:34.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's sunday, and apparently, I'm still not feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick at this time, well, isn't the best thing to happen. So now, i've got an excuse to skip PE? I've got a mean cough and i'm refusing to eat medicine. This churning feeling at my throat which makes me feeling like puking out my breakfast):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, sadly, basketball training was unfortunately cancelled on the last minute, SIGH. Me, charmain and chaiming were like equally let down, especially -ahem ahem, CHARMAIN. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCN&lt;3 charmain cut her hair, AH BOY! lol, i cut my hair too, i saw that DC prefect whom me and Jun annoyed that day when i had dc, HOHO(: she wanted her hair like mine, LOL. My hair has no difference, i'm going to be bald one day. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopped onto 36 around 7+, went down at millenia because the traffic jam was hysterical. TSK, and ran/brisk walk/being sharks? LOL. Extremely fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to surprise them, so i told christie love that we're only at Tiong Baru but we were apparently at Clementi already, HAHA. Sorry that i said that you were irritating): It wasn't on purpose, cause i didn't want to let you hear which stop we were in. LOVE, im sorrryy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmain had BIG eyes and spotted them when we were off at the escalator. UH HUH. And we managed to surprise them! YAY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we went to the some i-dont-know-what-name shopping mall and went long john silvers AND ATE(: hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i can't be bothered to blog anymore, went IMM to giant wanted to buy breezers but decided not to. Took bus to lakeside, mom, home at TWO cause some auntie's car broke down. PEILIN, chaiming and me kept making fun of her, when she has cancer):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE SO MEAN. peilin lahhhhh, keep saying. look like MJ. what the! so mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear, i miss you-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115482975404521316?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115482975404521316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115482975404521316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115482975404521316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115482975404521316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-sunday-and-apparently-im-still-not.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115468524263882242</id><published>2006-08-04T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:54:02.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH right, today have been such a god damn hectic day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLU and SORE THROAT, where's my sexy voice huh? hur hur. OH MY. i've people imposing me on JY's blog, AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, you people love me so much that you can't resist, but please. nicole's such a royal name unlike you despised low profiled disgusting creatures, please GET OUT of my face(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur, like i've totally have a sexy fucking crush on jiayu- OH MY GOSH? i admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you happy, people? TSK-&lt;br /&gt;so easy to be pleased. bye suckerssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s/ if youre smart enough, you'll really understand the sarcasm in this post. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;if i ever know who you are, you're dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115468524263882242?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115468524263882242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115468524263882242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115468524263882242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115468524263882242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-right-today-have-been-such-god-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115456216770014615</id><published>2006-08-03T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T07:42:47.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will be going out today, asked gay#01(jessie a.k.a jiayu) who thinks that she has a SEXY voice? AND gay#02 amelia something tzeting(: hor hor, PB arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY, fun fun fun! (: AWESOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115456216770014615?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115456216770014615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115456216770014615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115456216770014615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115456216770014615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/will-be-going-out-today-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115452175963757758</id><published>2006-08-02T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:15:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To love, To ignore, To crush on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love, might be such an entrapment in this cage or it might feel like you're ready to burst in too much sweetness - One moment you'll feel utmostly loved by one and the next, you can feel the weight of their burdens on your bare shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love, is also to be loved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ignore, sometimes you want to fold your arms and roll your eyes and try not to see that person but they'll be this tugging feeling and you could feel your eyes peeping at that mystery person. Memories filled, all those moments with sweet laughter and happiness crushed that distant ignorance in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ignore, is actually more diffcult then what i expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To crush on, to adore, to evny, to admire - You could feel your cheeks bursting red when you strike a conversation with them but when you feel that although they're not purposely avoiding you, you feel this slight tinge of hurt in your heart, this emptiness. I like you, this three words, are they so hard to comprehend, so hard to understand how i want you to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To crush on, is to accept rejections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love, To ignore, To crush on - I can feel the whirl in my stomache, this force pulling my empty heard to the bottom of my toes, this hurt i winced at the back of my eyes, this crushing feeling that stamped all over my face. Nobody can tell, cause i've covered it with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one understands me, cause i don't tell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115452175963757758?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115452175963757758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115452175963757758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115452175963757758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115452175963757758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-love-to-ignore-to-crush-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115421856812366266</id><published>2006-07-30T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T08:16:08.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reply to tags(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juuu-: ALRIGHT, love you okay. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;ame: LAME. hope got big storm, see you still want to sing anot((:&lt;br /&gt;rina: I LINKED YOU(: thank you rina, you too, JIA YOU!&lt;br /&gt;joeyy: erm, thank you?&lt;br /&gt;nad: hur, THANK YOU. claire ONEHILL&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;vicgoh: HI VICKY!!!&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: HUH? erm, think so? HUR.&lt;br /&gt;ralvin: yes YES, you tagged.&lt;br /&gt;xiaogui: I GOT BLOG ARH. (: just only... heh heh. xP&lt;br /&gt;thetay: AHHH, crystal love&lt;3 i miss you SO much): sorry, i hadn't been talking to you lately. i'll call you tonight, I PROMISE(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115421856812366266?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115421856812366266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115421856812366266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115421856812366266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115421856812366266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/reply-to-tags-juuu-alright-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115421835862156722</id><published>2006-07-30T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T08:12:38.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Connecting words beautifully into poems that are read for pleasures by others; Hearing the happiness, the grief, the sufferings, the emotions the writer inflicted into the poems by just the words from their minds - Poets are beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i think, the most beautiful thing on earth is the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without poems, there would be no shakespeare, no literature, no sort of writing to possess our minds in winding all our emotions to a simple poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that two people from the same sex can't be sexually accepted in the society. So what if two people from the same sex are holding hands, hugging each other, kissing each other - Does it disrupt this society needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it just accept that some people have no liking in loving a guy, or a girl. IF only society allows, i can promise that the death sucides would lessen. You people compare, how many people died for exams or work to the people who die because reality doesn't let them be together with their other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society, think. You are the ones causing for this deaths that are being laid as news everyday; Would you rather save a life, or earn more money for new information for your work? I guess, everybody would had chose the second option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is money that important? Does money holds so much to the human heart that one might disguise as a cold blooded creature just to earn more of it? Yes, i know, you will all reply: "We all need it for our daily needs and expenses, YOU also need it." I can't deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need it, but will money save a life of your loved ones? Will money cure all the needs of your heart? Will money actually heal the wounds you gotten from reality? It doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people from the same sex crying out for mercy, hoping one day that they'll be accepted - Would society ever give them the chance? Would they ever accept their relationship? Would you just take a minute from your work and understand their story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child's burden would always become the mother's pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever really appreciate their moms until they lose it, when she have already left their sides in this realm - You know pain shattering it is? Your mom risked her life to bring you out to this world, your mom suffocated herself in morning and night shifts of different jobs daily just to produce money for your needs, your mom even showered all her love onto us when she knows one day, you'll turn your back against her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate my mother" You know one day, how many thousands of childs would speak of that sentence and not knowing how much their moms suffered? They lecture, they scold, they cane, they slap. Mothers are actually really understanding, it's because you don't give her your listening ear that's why they do actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much their hearts are bleeding when they see cane marks on your body, on their own flesh and blood? You don't, you just have this thinking that your mom hates you that's why she's caning you, beating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, sometimes, we're so foolish and selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mothers would give all her time to us, and yet, we couldn't give her our one minute to hear her talk and understand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your mom, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, there's no shortcuts - there are only moments of regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115421835862156722?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115421835862156722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115421835862156722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115421835862156722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115421835862156722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/connecting-words-beautifully-into.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115412545092102383</id><published>2006-07-29T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T06:24:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday love came and find me(: My phone got confiscated and i've been using other people's phone to msg her, sorry but thank you SO very much(: HUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go macs, but i really lazy then dear said eight then leave, I told her i want to sleep first then i slept till EIGHT? then, she wanted to leave cause i was sleeping. Suddenly, something woke me up and i could hear dear saying that she's going to leave me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it felt nice to sleep in her embrace again. No, it felt extremely nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting a short update, will be out with love AGAIN(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you i love you everyday, but i can't promise you that i'll love you forever because i'm scared that my forever is just another short span of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me somemore time and i will tell you that(: I also have no faith in myself, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i love you&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115412545092102383?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115412545092102383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115412545092102383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115412545092102383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115412545092102383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-love-came-and-find-me-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115391488223633591</id><published>2006-07-26T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:54:42.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, my tagboard's back apparently, and i've been er, not really MIA-ing. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having alot of ups and downs for the past few days, and it's pretty cleared up - told love that i'll revive my blog today, so i DID. so your people, better tag or i'll kill you all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDDING. came back from nicki's house kinda long ago, watched Final Destination THREE at nicki's house, love had to go back at five):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadded. sigh, but we'll meet on saturday, hmph! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seventh month, im afraid, and i don't wish to go school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;CAN I BE SICK? like, now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I again miss my mom, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th october, is MY birthday, early reminder for presents(:&lt;br /&gt;hur, im sorry. today is lame DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's NOT pasar malam, but pasar morning." erm, *cough cough* right.&lt;br /&gt;LIT&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115391488223633591?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' 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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-24253287.post-115373964183351439</id><published>2006-07-24T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:14:01.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sorry, i didn't mean to hurt you this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115373964183351439?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115373964183351439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115373964183351439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115373964183351439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115373964183351439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-sorry-i-didnt-mean-to-hurt-you-this.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115322981029059442</id><published>2006-07-18T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:36:50.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its all my fault so just shut up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115322981029059442?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115322981029059442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115322981029059442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115322981029059442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115322981029059442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-all-my-fault-so-just-shut-up.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115322696808439164</id><published>2006-07-18T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:54:18.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't see a need to actually write a post today, this might actually turn out to be self-sympathy to myself or just wanting to attract attention to readers, but i know - this is all the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i told them, you do not need to question anymore else. i told them about you two which i know i shouldn't, yeah, i care so much when i shouldn't even bug into your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can call me anything but NOT a slut. im trying not to use vulgarities in this post, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;i do not sleep with chee ko peks everyday, you @#$%^&amp;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, stop adding to my worries.&lt;br /&gt;you know the feeling of going home, hearing your brother blasting disgusting music and your maid nagging and you turn into the room, msging one of your loved ones hoping for comfort - but you never get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my mom, i didn't get to see her for five days.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i could make it sound hysterical like when i meet her i'll only ask her:&lt;br /&gt;"mom, can i have more pocket money for today?"&lt;br /&gt;and when i do see her, the lights are switched off and all i could see is a sheet of black over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine you had to live without your mom nagging at you.&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds such a paradise, but one of my friends just called me a Mummy Girl.&lt;br /&gt;so what? at least, i know she's the only friend when i have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i cheer myself up so much in school hoping that it'll last till the next following day.&lt;br /&gt;but, it never does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might sound like a depressionist.&lt;br /&gt;i might sound like a pessimistic person.&lt;br /&gt;i might sound like what i express, but im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep inside, im bleeding but i try to cover it all with smiles.&lt;br /&gt;i act good, don't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be childish and scream, i don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;or i can do it from a more matured perspective, and handle it more maturedly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115322696808439164?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115322696808439164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think youre a big time loser. says:&lt;br /&gt;aiyaaa.&lt;br /&gt;i think youre a big time loser. says:&lt;br /&gt;your forever gay partnerssssss.&lt;br /&gt;~ooOaM[e]Lia[9]+[7 bAoz yi tiao xin]Ooo~ says:&lt;br /&gt;haa&lt;br /&gt;~ooOaM[e]Lia[9]+[7 bAoz yi tiao xin]Ooo~ says:&lt;br /&gt;yaya&lt;br /&gt;~ooOaM[e]Lia[9]+[7 bAoz yi tiao xin]Ooo~ says:&lt;br /&gt;plus peilin&lt;br /&gt;~ooOaM[e]Lia[9]+[7 bAoz yi tiao xin]Ooo~ says:&lt;br /&gt;heh heh&lt;br /&gt;i think youre a big time loser. says:&lt;br /&gt;yahhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i think youre a big time loser. says:&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;3AME&lt;3PL&lt;br /&gt;i think youre a big time loser. says:&lt;br /&gt;eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;i think youre a big time loser. says:&lt;br /&gt;gay gay eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;3christie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-24253287.post-115313892144292538</id><published>2006-07-17T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:22:01.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you don't care about yourself, at least the care about the person whom you're hurting - the friends among her who are going to share her hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop proving to us that you're cold-blooded, everybody knows that, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop twofacing, stop bitching, stop trying to add more miseries on people's burdens, stop trying to fit in, stop trying to be unique when you're not, stop saying people that they're stuck ups when they're not, stop saying you've face reality when you didn't, stop lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's reality? you don't, so don't go around saying that you know what's its like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know how upsetting to actually know that your friend sitting beside you is actually gossiping about you? do you know how heartwrenching to know that actually behind your back there's people bitching about you? do you know disgusting it is to be you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i chose to bitch infront of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll slap you, i don't care if you take your big bitching group of friends and kill me and surround me with hatred glares till i wince in tears - why should i be afraid? don't you have a bigger sin then me? even if you spat at my face, i will just send a punch to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kind enough to say this on my blog and not in your face.&lt;br /&gt;don't cry, baby. cause crying does nothing but wasting your tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first jac, then amelia, then now her. how many more people do you want to put up with you?&lt;br /&gt;bye bitch.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115313756105748663</id><published>2006-07-17T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:59:21.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all this bitching and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;i just can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck off, or at least, get out of my face.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, have a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115313756105748663?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115313756105748663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115313756105748663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115313756105748663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115313756105748663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-this-bitching-and-stuff-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115305423083844099</id><published>2006-07-16T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:50:30.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JIAYU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a JESSICA kissed &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMELIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suck on that, amelia nananana. (: [i don't know whats your full name, hur]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;on the cheek&lt;/s&gt;&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/24253287-115305423083844099?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115305423083844099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115305423083844099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115305423083844099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115305423083844099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/jiayu.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115305305506460637</id><published>2006-07-16T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:30:55.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i totally forgot to blog about chaiming's birthday, hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was utmost love&lt;3 happy belated anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was definitely some misunderstandings yesterday and tears that were shed during the process but in the end, it's all worth it - the whole convincing chaiming that peilin won't be turning up and then SURPRISE SURPRISE at east coast macs(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[im talking to amelia, the bung now, hur.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, continuing.&lt;br /&gt;fun and laughters, singing and joy, jogging and lies? but, so much memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur, love wanted to thon but parents didn't allow, of course.&lt;br /&gt;i was persistent and she didn't take her wallet with inside the first straw heart i made for her):&lt;br /&gt;at cine :D&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i miss love.&lt;br /&gt;i call, but you didn't pick up. where are you, love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115305305506460637?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115305305506460637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115305305506460637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115305305506460637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115305305506460637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-totally-forgot-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115304402605391881</id><published>2006-07-16T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:00:26.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLAIRE ONEHILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is so much much much hotter then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;paul twohill&lt;/span&gt;, agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115304402605391881?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115304402605391881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115304402605391881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115304402605391881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115304402605391881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/claire-onehill-is-so-much-much-much.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115304346948653578</id><published>2006-07-16T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T17:51:09.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>apparently, im high right now although im looking fugly now with a hairband pulling back my fringe, but heck (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to cut my hair today, and it's set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh friends, thanks for your concern, im okay now(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-24253287.post-115279506864679516</id><published>2006-07-13T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:51:08.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can feel the steep pain piercing right in the center of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;wretched, alone, unloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the world im in is giving me the silent treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): and im hearing emo songs, which is not helping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115279506864679516?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115279506864679516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115279506864679516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115279506864679516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115279506864679516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-can-feel-steep-pain-piercing-right.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115278399923882298</id><published>2006-07-13T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:46:39.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>afew days back,&lt;br /&gt;i thought i had the world on my hands - everything went absolute perfect.&lt;br /&gt;friends, family and lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, like the saying: 'good things won't last.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, im the only one who feels like this. it feels, like im the losing party.&lt;br /&gt;i think i was borned with a curse, a curse that doesn't allow me to have good friends.&lt;br /&gt;when i have them, i'll lose them the next moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, they're the ones who aren't treasuring.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, im the one who kept assuming that im in the right.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, everyone has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, im searching for a wall to lean on before i collaspe.&lt;br /&gt;for the past few years, i've been helping myself up whenever i fall, im tired.&lt;br /&gt;im really tired, i feel like falling in a deep slumber sleep forever and never wake up, i shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be like snow white, and await love to revive me.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be like rapunzel, being trapped in a high tower and await love to climb for me.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be like little mermaid, able to walk all lands and find love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh love, will you walk a thousand miles, swim across the deepest oceans, climb the highest mountains, all just for me?&lt;br /&gt;please say you will, cause im at the other side of this plank of darkness, waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im waiting for you, waiting for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115278399923882298?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115278399923882298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115278399923882298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115278399923882298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115278399923882298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/afew-days-back-i-thought-i-had-world.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115268420332847542</id><published>2006-07-12T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T14:03:23.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tsk, sometimes friends crack the fuck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they just makes me more fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one because of a useless bitch? it's not worth it, nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accidentally in love-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115268420332847542?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115268420332847542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115268420332847542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115268420332847542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115268420332847542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/tsk-sometimes-friends-crack-fuck-out.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115262412451307566</id><published>2006-07-11T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:22:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vanessa wee, youre a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;had a headache eh? yeah, i believed, totally. ha-ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, oh wait, why should i apologise?&lt;br /&gt;you should be glad that im posting something with you right?&lt;br /&gt;hur, opps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive figured i cannot place your entire description into just one word; bitch?&lt;br /&gt;my hatred for you also can't be compressed into one word-&lt;br /&gt;hah, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i still do hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115262412451307566?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115262412451307566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115262412451307566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115262412451307566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115262412451307566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/vanessa-wee-youre-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115258588848456229</id><published>2006-07-11T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:44:48.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>afew more hours to *SCREAMS*&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHOIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! hello, excited? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want ahem, her to attend. sorry, har. well, not really. it's IT time, borrrrring :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worship granola bars&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;me, want, MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, nadiah and claire is sitting beside me which is definitely totally invading my social privacy, like HELLO? move, away? (: totally joking, friends. *folds arms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tap tap tap* AHEM, mr *toooooot* eh, nahk. he has a toot? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, i love my friends lah, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115258588848456229?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115258588848456229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115258588848456229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115258588848456229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115258588848456229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/afew-more-hours-to-screams-choir-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115253549686911338</id><published>2006-07-10T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:44:56.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho, i just have one sentence to say and i&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to fufil it tomorrow, hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be in &lt;em&gt;BMW&lt;/em&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;unfair, only tomorrow then i will know if can anot, boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs *tooot* better let me in or she'll regret, cause the fun's not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're breaking free; we're SOARIN', FLYIN'(: i've been singing it the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;whoo! anybody getting annoyed by it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive just asked my mother to go ntuc to buy granola bars, YUM YUM :D&lt;br /&gt;ahh! i can't wait. *excited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today school was slack, slack, slack. POO.&lt;br /&gt;had kc concert, or so that chelsea assumes, auditions and i guess 2/1 did damn well, although i apparently, i missed the whole performance.&lt;br /&gt;OPPS =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went donna's NEW house, slack somemore.&lt;br /&gt;throw rubbishhh into the swimming pool and to that fucked up downstairs next door neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;"COCO, power leg LEG" whoo! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, junita vomited when she sat on that twirling thingy, with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*gasps* PAPA!" -tingyi was super ugly, can? oh yes, can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaking free, one more moment, i want to be a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;eh, nahk (: choir RULEZZZZ. eh, what fuck?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115253549686911338?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115253549686911338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115253549686911338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115253549686911338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115253549686911338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/hoho-i-just-have-one-sentence-to-say_10.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115237770979353414</id><published>2006-07-09T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:55:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from emdd performace; matinee and gala. im offically, tired, grumpy, paranoid and worn-fucking-out but im still going to upload pictures(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i've had fun. alright, fine, i had alot of fun. never did know mixing with juniors would be actually quite an ALRIGHT thing to do; spent more time hanging out with doofy and van and christine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam whoring for the past two days, took a maximum over 180 pictures, er, thanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more glam,&lt;br /&gt;no more curtain calls/make-up sessions/get your fucking ass to the auditorium now,&lt;br /&gt;no more cam whoring with pretty face,&lt;br /&gt;no more glitter ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, the cluster concert is coming up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh love, embrace me tight in your arms till the stars fall and the moons dance;&lt;br /&gt;till the water reflects nothing but happiness and our utmost love,&lt;br /&gt;this bond we entrust to each other hearts,&lt;br /&gt;a pact we've vowed upon to the sacred beats in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you. yes, i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115237770979353414?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115237770979353414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115237770979353414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115237770979353414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115237770979353414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-came-back-from-emdd-performace.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115231706538609528</id><published>2006-07-08T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T08:04:25.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its morning and i've to await for another two more performances today, im super tired and worn out ): yesterday went to lau ba sak(?) eh, nahk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then took the last 196 to st. patricks and walked around; two policemen were shouting from the overhead bridge, like what the hell? alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to climb over to our school but i heard someone behind me [note: no one was behind me] making kiss sounds, oh my god. i totally flee away from the gates, yes yes, run run run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junita went back, walked all the way home, xinning also went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left me, love, chaiming and love and charmain; alone xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched eurotrip, like okay. it's really kinda boring, opps-&lt;br /&gt;soring, FLYING&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matinee and gala yahoos! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115231706538609528?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115231706538609528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115231706538609528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115231706538609528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115231706538609528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-morning-and-ive-to-await-for.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115223180599383417</id><published>2006-07-07T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T08:23:26.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hur hur, im eating apples and grapes while typing this(:&lt;br /&gt;about to bathe another twenty minutes later to get ready for today's emdd!&lt;br /&gt;ahhh! im so excited yet nervous yet i feel like screaming out my lungs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im using back my whole computer to blog, i miss everything here. badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that somehow, we're beginning to drift apart.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry that i'll think something like this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, where are you now? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115223180599383417?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115223180599383417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115223180599383417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115223180599383417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115223180599383417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/hur-hur-im-eating-apples-and-grapes.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115210317290340563</id><published>2006-07-05T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:39:32.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friend: nicole, i want to ask you something, i hope you won't get offended.&lt;br /&gt;me: haha, i won't.&lt;br /&gt;friend: are you lesbian?&lt;br /&gt;me: er, ya. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;friend: OH! rock on man! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo, how i love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115210317290340563?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115210317290340563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115210317290340563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115210317290340563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115210317290340563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/friend-nicole-i-want-to-ask-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115209599472718832</id><published>2006-07-05T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:39:54.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aye, days like this which i hate - overwhelmed heated arguments among once-good-friends are still jolted in the crowds, just because of a silly childish matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one side story, compel with another - causes differences and more misconceptions.&lt;br /&gt;not knowing fully of the whole story, misunderstanding a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only you had known how to handle it properly, all this wouldn't happened.&lt;br /&gt;the awkardness, the i-hate-you glares, rolling of eyes and the peeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework groanwork, more homework are being piled continuously on my desk. hey, at least its neat! my maid packed it(: hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dnt tomorrow, skipping class because of emdd full dress rehearsal, kinda excited.&lt;br /&gt;im a problematic fucked up child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one just knows it because i don't say it.&lt;br /&gt;everyones a twofaced bitch - im selfish, i assume and im a bitch; hey i admit alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how to handle situations like this properly.&lt;br /&gt;you only go to friends when you need them and, when they need you, where were you?&lt;br /&gt;you fancying a friend from among the crowds, not speaking up to your crush -&lt;br /&gt;it kinda makes no sense. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have so much things to blog about. but, i would get more fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;so, till next time, maybe after emdd like err, sunday? or monday. or never.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115209599472718832?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115209599472718832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115209599472718832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115209599472718832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115209599472718832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/aye-days-like-this-which-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115180491980486179</id><published>2006-07-02T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T09:48:39.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was mini-shopping with started only with me, vanessa and tingyi(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tingyi made us waited for 40 minutes, thank you friend. decided to go window shopping at marina square, TOPSHOP&lt;3 mango? i want to go papaya. hurr. we got alot of things at topshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, cabbed down to bugis cause tingyi wanted to get her black beaded necklace, but we couldn't find it. later on, went into bugis street and to the upper level? saw chaiming and peilin [i've got the ultimate most best view, oh my; i saw everything(:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we bought ear studs, buy one, get all free! HAHA xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took train to sommerset from bugis and tingyi lah, idiot. i dragged her into another lane, i hopped into the train then she stood outside, i was like "tingyi! faster" then the train went, doors closing, toot toot toot toot - she, that idiot, stood outside, LAUGHING? to herself, yeah damn right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made us wait again, kanasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to heeren, cause chaiming said the necklace ty wanted, was there beside the flesh imp store, vanessa got to go meet her mommykins then it was goodbye. hur. after buying, went to wisma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rang charmain and then met her at topshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was me, tingyi, chaiming, peilin, charmain and arshu. FUN? (: topshop got sensor, charmain made herself looked like an idiot, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus down to suntec, went marina square and bought dinner, walked to the riverside of esplanade and eat with junita and friends, WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tingyi so had a mood to sing, can? we can think, think, THINKKKK. woahh, she only knows how to sing dora the explorer and blue's clues. okaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad and mom sent charmain and tingyi home, then HOME. &lt;3 slept? till nine thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, yesterday was FUN&lt;3 maybe, going shopping with mom today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: song tingyi's dad name is sing a song(: WHOO-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115180491980486179?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115180491980486179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115180491980486179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115180491980486179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115180491980486179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-was-mini-shopping-with.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115158336049569505</id><published>2006-06-29T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:16:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MATH&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;s&gt;maths&lt;/s&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115158336049569505?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115158336049569505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115158336049569505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115158336049569505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115158336049569505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-math-not-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115158272155788570</id><published>2006-06-29T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:05:21.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im gonna bomb a hundred posts(: WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was supposed to go for emdd practice but vanessa kept refusing to go, uhh. so in the end, fate was with vanessa? there wasn't any choir practice for emdd and normal choir girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tingyi's house for crap movies, again. oh bless the lord? white chick, half chinese and english version? hurrr. and some other movies, i want to watch big fish! lend me can, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked with chaiming at st. pats canel(?), home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed skin, helped love with blog and OOH-LA-LA, her skin dang nice!&lt;br /&gt;outing tomorrow with love, midnight movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited, half.&lt;br /&gt;upset, half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having moodswings nowadays, having speech impediment is not helping much either.&lt;br /&gt;grr, i think i should take up yoga. eew, NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i think dnt's nice and mdm chan is still complaining about my hair still january last year;&lt;br /&gt;"this girl ahhh. from JANUARY to SEPTEMBER, nine months i've been reminding her to pin up her fringe..... *scurrys off to the toilet for the rest of the lesson*"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115158272155788570?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115158272155788570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115158272155788570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115158272155788570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115158272155788570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-gonna-bomb-hundred-posts-whee-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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-24253287.post-115141587017483258</id><published>2006-06-27T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:44:30.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sa Rang Hae Yo, means i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went donna's new house(:&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to have fun in the swimming pool but two black security guard (not trying to be racists) warned us not to have and asked donna what's her house unit.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised, vanilla ice-cream makes me high! :D&lt;br /&gt;hur hur, im super high now and im eating chocolate pocky.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is busy accompanying her mom, aww. (:&lt;br /&gt;me and friend is okay, already, i feel so glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodmorning starshine, the earth says hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the shoutings to the lady in grey, reading her book with her feet relaxing in the jaccuzi(?) who just came here to wash her leg and lives at the hdb opposite. HAHA. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im living a life of a comedian/self entertainer/loner/singer-fanatic,&lt;br /&gt;and totally loving it. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCCCCCKKK on, bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24253287-115141587017483258?l=artificialsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115141587017483258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24253287&amp;postID=115141587017483258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115141587017483258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24253287/posts/default/115141587017483258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artificialsmiles.blogspot.com/2006/06/sa-rang-hae-yo-means-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054687900314868093</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>
