<?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-1352683776784442502</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:04:22.260-08:00</updated><category term='HAHA'/><category term='heh'/><title type='text'>you've made me wonder</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-7763894794983752259</id><published>2009-02-17T00:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:42:36.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no mum, wanna hear the truth, i CANT take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-7763894794983752259?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/7763894794983752259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=7763894794983752259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/7763894794983752259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/7763894794983752259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-mum-wanna-hear-truth-i-cant-take-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-2089653845187248665</id><published>2009-02-12T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T05:32:23.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh please, dont act so noble and righteous. we ALL know you're not.&lt;br /&gt;hypocritical bitch&lt;br /&gt;i hope you burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;and he goes mad and stabs you.&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the you i used to know?&lt;br /&gt;not interferring? yeahh right. you know you are.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing! going on between us, and no, i know what&lt;br /&gt;she said, and whatever you said she said, no, she didnt, he checked.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, we spend alot of time together. so what? you said you were okay. why?&lt;br /&gt;why do this? what do you have to gain? nothing. right? abso-fucking-lutely, nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-2089653845187248665?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/2089653845187248665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=2089653845187248665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/2089653845187248665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/2089653845187248665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-please-dont-act-so-noble-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-7205209405930813797</id><published>2009-01-30T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T03:53:05.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;broken minor by elliot minor(NO LINK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;i'll be ok by mcfly(HAHAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;carry on my wayward son by kansas(no link again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;you're no angel by saosin(devil?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;parallel worlds by elliot minor(what on earth?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;now she's gone by elliot minor(i'm leeeeeeaving yoooooou)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;boston  by augustana(ahhahha, no moving to boston)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;star girl by mcfly(i is a star princess yowxz!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;follow through by gavin degraw(itunes is screwed mansxz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;your love alone is not enough by manic street preachers(one isnt enough, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;crazy by gnarls barkley(law! you're crazy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;burnin' up by jonas brothers(i'm hawt like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;tonight by fm static(again, what on earth?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;hey there delilah by plain white t's(new york!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;touchdown turnaround by hellogoodbye(no link! again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;crush by david archuleta(finally! a link!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;into oblivion/reunion by funeral for a friend(they're blasting me away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;heroheroine by boys like girls(i have superpowers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;the way i was by maroon five(er, you changed me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;class 'a' love affair by great spy experiment(hear that david? i may have an affair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;the riddle/you&amp;amp;i by five for fighting(i'll die by a riddle i cant solve on time and then get blown to pieces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;the takeover/the breakover by fall out boy(wth?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;tongue tied by faber drive(i laugh when i cant talk?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;let you go by ashley parker angel(yes, never wanna let you go.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;nine in the afternoon by panic at the disco(makes sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;you're not alone by saosin(holyshit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;the remedy by jason mraz(i am people's remedy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;red morning light by kings of leon(i dont want the red morning light?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;riversong by plainsunset(WTF?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;hands on deck by waking ashland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag ten people?&lt;br /&gt;1, kimberly&lt;br /&gt;2, iffa&lt;br /&gt;3, gillian&lt;br /&gt;4, janella&lt;br /&gt;5, laura&lt;br /&gt;6, kenneth&lt;br /&gt;7, priscilla liew, you better fcuking do this&lt;br /&gt;8, claire tan&lt;br /&gt;9, justina lim&lt;br /&gt;10, anyone else who wants to do it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID NOT DO THIS BY CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;stupid sk quah run, now i have to bloody miss drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-7205209405930813797?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/7205209405930813797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=7205209405930813797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/7205209405930813797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/7205209405930813797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2009/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-887724084295867301</id><published>2009-01-10T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:45:25.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;what i'd give for someone to say this.&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/idHrz_xqwsk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/idHrz_xqwsk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-887724084295867301?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/887724084295867301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=887724084295867301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/887724084295867301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/887724084295867301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-id-give-for-someone-to-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-3914490898416902875</id><published>2009-01-10T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:29:28.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGPi0NPzvkY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGPi0NPzvkY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;school's a bitch, but thank you helios. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-3914490898416902875?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3914490898416902875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=3914490898416902875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3914490898416902875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3914490898416902875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2009/01/schools-bitch-but-thank-you-helios.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-1511884825313013662</id><published>2008-12-28T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:52:37.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, christmas this year wasnt too bad. i wouldnt say sensational or fantastic, but, not bad even though it DID go by TOO fast and was a bit bloody boring, it's all good. so christmas eve was spent with the usual dinner then nine pm mass at holy trinity with the boyfriend and my mum and my aunty and my brothers and nicole wong. then christmas day had another dinner with the cousins. then the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th was spent at home for the first half and dinner under the bridge and esplanade roof top with yun hao, helios, laura and later elisha came along. then trained back and went to sit in the park to sort out some stuff and suddenly helios calls and starts telling me how dangerous it is sitting there and that i better go home, wtf? hahahahaha, it was really caring and stuff and sweet. ah, enough. then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th was spent er at i dunno where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 28th at i still cant remember apparently my memory only serves me when i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yesterday! went to church then met nathaniel! yeapp. met his mum.&lt;br /&gt;"hi aunty, i'm nicole, merry christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;"same to you, finally nathaniel introduced his AHEEEM"&lt;br /&gt;"no aunty. it's not what you think!"&lt;br /&gt;"mmhmm"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAEHEHEOHOHO. then went home and headed over to chinese swimming club for a swim with the boyfriend. awesomely wonderful, i should go swimming more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the only reason i'm blogging now is cause every damn in my computer is lagging except blogger. hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCHACHO. FOR FREEEEEEE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-1511884825313013662?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/1511884825313013662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=1511884825313013662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/1511884825313013662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/1511884825313013662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmm-christmas-this-year-wasnt-too-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-5987021056504873121</id><published>2008-12-25T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:32:10.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes you get tired of thinking and you wanna throw every fucking damn thing away and not give a damn shit, ever felt that way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-5987021056504873121?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/5987021056504873121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=5987021056504873121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/5987021056504873121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/5987021056504873121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-you-get-tired-of-thinking-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-8024014601938907160</id><published>2008-12-19T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:22:59.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SUyA4OYLYyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YdOgYsB4nPI/s1600-h/IMG_5000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SUyA4OYLYyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YdOgYsB4nPI/s320/IMG_5000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281738166419284770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SUyA30CEg0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Dm5P3I4CyEk/s1600-h/IMG_4959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SUyA30CEg0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Dm5P3I4CyEk/s320/IMG_4959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281738159347237698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SUyA3s57UUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MpeOWYOc0YY/s1600-h/IMG_4961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SUyA3s57UUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MpeOWYOc0YY/s320/IMG_4961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281738157434032450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;cause you're fifty and cool.&lt;br /&gt;i love you mum,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-8024014601938907160?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8024014601938907160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=8024014601938907160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8024014601938907160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8024014601938907160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/12/cause-youre-fifty-and-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SUyA4OYLYyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YdOgYsB4nPI/s72-c/IMG_5000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-6028177570770177792</id><published>2008-11-30T23:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:14:26.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to the gym today! AGAIN. hahha, been working full swing the entire last week and i am TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;i have to train all the way to bukit batok later ALONE. anyone interested in accompanying me? haha, went to the gym with nat, and the fool was half an hour late and still strolling. GRR.how nice.so then went to the gym and suddenly destin appears when i'm on the treadmill. HAHA, he got on the treadmill for FIVE MINUTES, JOGGING and then went off. HAHAHAH.how gay!&lt;br /&gt;then went for a drink and came home.&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm waiting for tuition at five. then going to help with RCIA latoooor. what bull la. i'm working full swing again next week! and my pay is peanuts. PFFT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-6028177570770177792?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6028177570770177792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=6028177570770177792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6028177570770177792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6028177570770177792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/11/went-to-gym-today-again.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-2865802400608959256</id><published>2008-11-26T01:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:23:27.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been going to the gym everyday with nathaniel, and i have to say, he is greatcompany.&lt;br /&gt;however, my legs are now aching,&lt;br /&gt;and my heel is trashed due to me fighting with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;got smashed against something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, i went to the tampines gym and nat came over first and trashed me SUPERDUPER badly in topspin on the xbox. then we went to the gym and went for sushi! then i cannot rememebr what i did the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday,yesterday, went to his house and slacked then went to his house gym, and OMG, the gym is small.haha, then hung out at his house abit more then went home, then bathed and went to EEE-KEEE-AAHH!hahha, so waiting for the bus, and nathaniel comes along. hahah. so went to eat then walked over to courts to meet him and his friend! haha, ivan, haha. then walke around and he caught the bus home with me, then he took the bus with me to my mum's tuition place. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY! went to the gym, AGAIN. with nathaniel. HAHA. then we went to eat! ahha, then went to yahama. then nat waited with me for the bus and went home, then i went to sleep and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i'm going off soon and i wont have my phone and laptop for two whole days! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND KENNETH, dont make stupid remarks about,&lt;br /&gt;nathaniel and i.&lt;br /&gt;die if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-2865802400608959256?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/2865802400608959256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=2865802400608959256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/2865802400608959256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/2865802400608959256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/11/been-going-to-gym-everyday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-3184642796866855511</id><published>2008-11-21T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:12:55.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SSeGM_9bcDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ck7bAUllcJ8/s1600-h/21-11-08005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SSeGM_9bcDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ck7bAUllcJ8/s320/21-11-08005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271329446746091570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SSeGMgrBCyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ry6Kobad6As/s1600-h/21-11-08016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SSeGMgrBCyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ry6Kobad6As/s320/21-11-08016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271329438347365154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SSeGMsOHshI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_rKk70giYZI/s1600-h/21-11-08009-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SSeGMsOHshI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_rKk70giYZI/s320/21-11-08009-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271329441447391762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so yesterday was spent on laura's landing,&lt;br /&gt;watching 21,wanted, forgetting sarah marshall and the car scene of tranformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i know kenneth is probably reading this;&lt;br /&gt;GET YOUR OWN CAMWHORING POSE.&lt;br /&gt;AND! MEGAN FOX IS STILL UP THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ABOVE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;angelina jolie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-3184642796866855511?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3184642796866855511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=3184642796866855511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3184642796866855511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>tell me, are you really that stupid that you cant see that mum doesnt have enough money to buy lunch. so when you make a fuss about the type of food she cooks. dont you know you hurt her? then when i correct you, you're unhappy and say it's my fault, i dont understand anything and that i'm stupid. seriously, you think you're so smart? try fucking handling your parents, a job and school. put yourself in my shoes for once dammit. you never even help with anything. when have you EVER? you suddenly pop up and expect everything to be done and to your liking. let me tell you this, the world doesnt damn well revolve around you and owe you a living you bloody jerk. try having feelings dammit. you're no king okay. get that into your thick skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're supposed to be my older brother.you're supposed to look out for me and love me. now that we dont have a father figure. but you keep hurting me saying you cant be bothered with me and that you dont even wanna talk to me. why? i know you're angry with what's going on. so am i. it sucks not having enough money. that's why i found a job. so i can pump some money into the house.you're miney is ALL for YOU and you ALONE. ever tried helping out with anything? no right. so sit there. and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what's happened, i want you to find yourself, know where you're going. know what you wanna do in life. i dont want you to be intimidated by anyone else. i want you do everyone proud. most importantly, yourself. where;s the brotehr i knew two years back? before everything happened? before the whole nightmare began?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you find him , please, tell him i miss him and i love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-4601162192678294947?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4601162192678294947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=4601162192678294947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4601162192678294947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4601162192678294947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/11/tell-me-are-you-really-that-stupid-that.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-402923687555270236</id><published>2008-11-14T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:26:15.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey LoverGirl!!!</title><content type='html'>hey baby, I'm in Shanghai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and imma missing you, AAAHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Shanghai's pretty cold, Bbrrrrr.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, but the food's GOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm online but u're not there.... oh well, so i thought i leave u a message here =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BABE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-402923687555270236?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/402923687555270236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=402923687555270236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/402923687555270236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/402923687555270236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-lovergirl.html' title='Hey LoverGirl!!!'/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-3394182045507634409</id><published>2008-11-13T21:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:01:06.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SR0UAYzeqXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2-xp4Hr1QPA/s1600-h/IMG_4926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SR0UAYzeqXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2-xp4Hr1QPA/s320/IMG_4926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268389135984273778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's silly since you've just left. but i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-3394182045507634409?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3394182045507634409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=3394182045507634409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3394182045507634409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3394182045507634409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/11/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SR0UAYzeqXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2-xp4Hr1QPA/s72-c/IMG_4926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-3211930927776332591</id><published>2008-11-13T21:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:59:23.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, since christmas is an EXTREMELY short period of time away. i thought i should post up my wishlist and anyone who could get me any of things; i'd worship the ground you walk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  grease original movie dvd. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(fulfilled)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  a new school bag that i'd like.&lt;br /&gt;3)  a holga&lt;br /&gt;4)  my own digi cam that won't screw up on me.&lt;br /&gt;5)  a dslr&lt;br /&gt;6)  anyone of 3, 4 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;7)  a shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;8) a really HUGE soft toy! (:&lt;br /&gt;9) the jellybeans from candy empire! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any one of those please. i'd love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-3211930927776332591?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3211930927776332591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=3211930927776332591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3211930927776332591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3211930927776332591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-since-christmas-is-extremely-short.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-8242409017019649469</id><published>2008-11-04T06:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:04:59.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;GILLIAN KOH SHU HUI, YOU'RE AWESOME, I LOVE YOU AND I'LL MISS YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-8242409017019649469?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8242409017019649469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=8242409017019649469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8242409017019649469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8242409017019649469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/11/gillian-koh-shu-hui-youre-awesome-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-8202669943670369568</id><published>2008-11-02T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T05:23:29.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"do you love him?"&lt;br /&gt;"more than anything else."&lt;br /&gt;"then you got nothing to worry about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming and holidays are here.&lt;br /&gt;life couldnt be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-8202669943670369568?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8202669943670369568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=8202669943670369568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8202669943670369568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8202669943670369568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-love-him-more-than-anything-else.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-6423717353430622926</id><published>2008-10-28T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T03:26:59.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored. i've been infront of the computer and teeve everyday and i'm rotting. heh. sp far, to kill my boredom, i dyed my hair and painted my nails at least three times. and holiday's only been for about a week plus. this is baaaad. argh, supposed to have mahjong tml but GILLIAN KOH SHU HUI pangsehed me.     :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting bored of my orange nails and reddish hair. :(&lt;br /&gt;i need sth interesting to occupy my time with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-6423717353430622926?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6423717353430622926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=6423717353430622926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6423717353430622926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6423717353430622926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-6527323231844120366</id><published>2008-10-20T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:19:12.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you for all the disappointments in my life.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for showing me "how much" you cared.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for showing me not to make the mistakes you did.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for showing me how NOT to run a home.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for making me think you really loved me.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for cheating on mum.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for crushing her whole damn fucking world.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being a shithead.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for not giving a fuck about the family.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for not talking to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for not caring.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for granting mum the divorce.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for always pushing me away.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for making me feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for spending more time with that witch then your own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being the worse father ever.&lt;br /&gt;fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-6527323231844120366?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6527323231844120366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=6527323231844120366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6527323231844120366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6527323231844120366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-for-all-disappointments-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-4815332449702030524</id><published>2008-10-14T02:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:01:43.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is for n.t:&lt;br /&gt;we would appreciate if you kinda backed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-4815332449702030524?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4815332449702030524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=4815332449702030524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4815332449702030524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4815332449702030524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-for-n.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-9071685588277578813</id><published>2008-10-07T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T03:14:03.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not always as strong as i make myself out to be.and i'm sick and tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-9071685588277578813?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/9071685588277578813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=9071685588277578813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/9071685588277578813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/9071685588277578813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-always-as-strong-as-i-make.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-8860838187733330141</id><published>2008-10-04T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:25:22.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, since christmas is an EXTREMELY short period of time away. i thought i should post up my wishlist and anyone who could get me any of things; i'd worship the ground you walk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  grease original movie dvd. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(fulfilled)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  a new school bag that i'd like.&lt;br /&gt;3)  a holga&lt;br /&gt;4)  my own digi cam that won't screw up on me.&lt;br /&gt;5)  a dslr&lt;br /&gt;6)  anyone of 3, 4 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;7)  a shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;8) a really HUGE soft toy! (:&lt;br /&gt;9) the jellybeans from candy empire! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any one of those please. i'd love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-8860838187733330141?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8860838187733330141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=8860838187733330141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8860838187733330141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8860838187733330141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-since-christmas-is-extremely-short.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-3537942984992485204</id><published>2008-09-23T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T05:10:17.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NICOLE WONG WAN TIAN!&lt;br /&gt;you're the closest thing to a sister i'd ever have, and i love you! i hope you stay as long as possible and you marry my brother. SERIOUSLY. i know he's a jerk at times, but he loves you alot! trust me. thank you for everything!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LA SISTER. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-3537942984992485204?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3537942984992485204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=3537942984992485204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3537942984992485204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3537942984992485204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/09/nicole-wong-wan-tian-youre-closest.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-1463303927446061372</id><published>2008-09-17T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:55:36.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is A Damn Random Post!</title><content type='html'>It's 11:48pm now..... i just finished A Maths..... Intergration..... woah, can die :P haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTENING NOW TO: You're Sixteen - Ringo Starr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KIVOix8gZJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KIVOix8gZJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn nice song, haha..... That woman is &lt;span class="description"&gt;Carrie Fisher, she played Princess Leia in the old Star Wars movies, haha..... yeah, the song's ancient but pfft, it's nice :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i drop by here to say......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I ♥ YOU NICOLE ANNE!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg sleep now, byebye, enjoy the song yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Word of The Day: Cheetah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm david, haha..... if u haven't realise....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-1463303927446061372?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/1463303927446061372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=1463303927446061372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/1463303927446061372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/1463303927446061372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-damn-random-post.html' title='This Is A Damn Random Post!'/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-4891092671760599244</id><published>2008-09-15T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T05:09:47.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>check yes juliet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i made a new friend at tuition today, his name's, wait foooooor it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YANKIT. HAHAH, i kid you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YANKIT. HAHHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he's a really quiet guy but when you get to know him ah, i swear, he'll make you wanna die laughing. so we were talking and all and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;very little maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. haha, so talking halfway then then then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gary(tuition teacher) : pissing bloody damn fucking shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yankit and i: what we do now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gary: stupid maths la cannot solve, ya'll two done whispering sweet nothings to each other yet or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yankit and i: shut the fuck up la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gary: *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole classsss: HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuition's awesome la, too bad ben wasnt there. only sam, apparently, ben fell into the drain and broke his leg, HEE-LARE-RE-US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWAY, school today, TSKTSKTSK.haha, i dont know what that was for, but literature's starting to disturb me, tsk. war and gas masks and death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ms yeo: so the bombs will release mustard, poisonous gas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;claire: so will you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: no claire, they call it poisonous gas for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;claire: so will you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ms yeo: POISON claire, poison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;claire: so you will die la? but it's MUSTARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ms yeo: it's there for air freshener hokay claire.*whispers to class*i think she'll actually take it             seriously right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;claire: who wants to use mustard for air freshener?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ms yeo: *exasperated look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;claire: so will they die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG AH CLAIRE, CAN KILL YOU YOU KNOW. BIMBOTIC LIKE ANYTHING.hahha, then recesssss, then after that was ART, hah. super funneh i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;started playing the mission impossible song on youtube and acting like spies. hahah. and singing burnin' up, AND FOR SOME REASON, the topic on farting came up, i shall not elaborate further, except that it was HEE-LARE-RE-US. discussion on the diff kinds, haha, like sharting and HOKAY, NO MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyway, i wanna go eat my chicken stew for dinnnnner now! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRAMA EXAM TOMORROW, ZOMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANCE PERFORMANCE TOMORROW, ZOMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-4891092671760599244?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4891092671760599244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=4891092671760599244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4891092671760599244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4891092671760599244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-yes-juliet.html' title='check yes juliet.'/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-1159820370144798626</id><published>2008-09-08T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T04:28:44.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and then after awhile, you start getting sick and tired of every damn fucking thing that's been going on that you dont even want to try pretending that every stupid thing is gonna work out just fine.that's stupid thinking. nothing's ever gonna be fine. you're always there for people but osmehow, they just dont appreciate it. hell no. someone else is always gonna be better in someone else's eyes.&lt;br /&gt; mum, honestly do you for one minute ever think about how i may be feeling or even think that i actually give a fuck about what my dad's up to? i just wanna complete my education, get a good job and move out of this fucking hell hole.&lt;br /&gt; i cant concentrate on anything, it's like fucking not even my business so i shouldnt even try to fix things i create cause everyone's just too damn thickfuckingheaded to notice i'm even making an effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, screw all of you and your stupid pretentious thinking that you're in the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-1159820370144798626?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/1159820370144798626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=1159820370144798626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/1159820370144798626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/1159820370144798626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-then-after-awhile-you-start-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-29727635513224297</id><published>2008-08-31T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:08:04.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Beautiful</title><content type='html'>some time back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like this girl...          she likes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves me...                       I know I should have loved her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left me alone...           I realise I can't love her anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward to 2008, I dun wan the same thing to happen again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like this girl...          she likes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves me...                       and I love her more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's staying....                      I'm gonna make it last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nicole, I LOVE YOU =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:5%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i did something right again huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Q6kobRdIfQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Q6kobRdIfQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this song is nice :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-29727635513224297?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/29727635513224297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=29727635513224297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/29727635513224297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/29727635513224297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-beautiful.html' title='Hello Beautiful'/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-4397572998281050675</id><published>2008-08-19T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:34:12.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ben and sam, you guys make tuition fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sam: then what's the answer for B?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ben: YOUR ASS LAH BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sam: THEN THEN THEN i press store then what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ben: shut up lah bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(10 minutes later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ben: EH SAM, YOU STUPID AH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;sam:shuttup lah bitch*slaps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ben: OW OW OW OWWWW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;sam: shut up lah bitch*slaps other cheeek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ben: OHHHH MY GAAAWWWD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;sam: ah gua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ben: shut up lah bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISTRACTIONS LAAAAH YOU TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-4397572998281050675?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4397572998281050675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=4397572998281050675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4397572998281050675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4397572998281050675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/08/ben-and-sam-you-guys-make-tuition-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-3547175111014551446</id><published>2008-08-12T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:02:41.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a year of not talking to you on the phone. thank you josh for cheering me up. ily &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-3547175111014551446?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3547175111014551446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=3547175111014551446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3547175111014551446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3547175111014551446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-year-of-not-talking-to-you-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-9092536715164163506</id><published>2008-08-12T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T05:09:39.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've locked myself up in my room after eating chocolates and ice cream. i'm feeling like crap and i dont know why. i dont feel like really talking to anyone, or i dont know. i wanna talk to someone but i dont know who to talk to. i wanna call people but it's either your number's in my phone which isnt with me or i just feel like i'd be interupting(?) something if i called. so i'd just rather stay this way. my head's spinning and i keep getting headaches, and breaking out in cold sweat. maybe i'm dying. yay. urgh. my throat feels weird, maybe it's some deathly disease and it'd mean i'm dying soon. ha, i wish. dont ask me what's wrong or why i'm feeling suicidal it's probably just a mood swing. i feel like an awful fuck now. but can ya'll promise me sth? that after ya'll read this post, ya'll can come up to me and ask me what's wrong but for goodness sake, if i dont feel like talking about it and i say nothing's wrong, dont keep fucking asking me cause it'll just piss me off.&lt;br /&gt; hello josh, you're funny.&lt;br /&gt;hello david, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;urgh, my head's spinning again.&lt;br /&gt;done with the post.&lt;br /&gt;told you, you wouldnt like it. dont dwell on it, it's probably a passing mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-9092536715164163506?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/9092536715164163506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=9092536715164163506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/9092536715164163506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/9092536715164163506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-locked-myself-up-in-my-room-after.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-6041358515182278903</id><published>2008-08-08T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:45:33.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i know i've been awful for not updating but i've really been feeling very lazy this past few days.but now, due to me having a sudden burst of inspiration and feeling bored online cause SOMEONE'S surfing the web and not talking to me, i've BEEN FORCED to then update. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like typing in point form but really, i feel i owe it to you guys for not updating for UBER SUPER DAMN LONG. today was sports day! had it at temasek polytechnic! then i went there at say about 7 pluuus. then i painted my name on my arm! ran the relay and all!&lt;br /&gt;JELINE AH, SHIT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, then blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, went to meet david at my house bus stop then went home, haha, he bathed while i was falling asleep.. ANYWAY, then when i washed the paint off my arm! there's a tan mark with my name on it! i think it's cool! i'm aiming to tan my name on my stomach next. (: it's something to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;AND! my mum's pasta's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just blogging for the sake of it with no sense actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID LAW, I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART. babe, three months now, and i love you like crazy. you're really and absolutely the best i ever had and there's no one like you. (: everything you've done for me which i'm sure no one else would even have done half for me. the cable car ride and shopping for shoes with me. and and and, so many other things that i dont even know where to begin. i know sometimes i act like i'm not so in the relationship and all but you know what, i love you so much and i always will! i know it's only been a few hours since you left me but i'm missing you like crazy now. and you know what else? i love you more than you love me. END OF OUR ARGUMENT. i dont care what others say baby, we'll always be david and nicole. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-6041358515182278903?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6041358515182278903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=6041358515182278903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6041358515182278903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6041358515182278903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-i-know-ive-been-awful-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-5683725353888945119</id><published>2008-07-21T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:07:46.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>name of 20 ppl i can think of now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. david!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. aishah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. kennyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. joshua siow!&lt;br /&gt;5. benedict!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. janella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. gillian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. kimberly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. iffa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. marcuuuus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. laura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. zach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. dylan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. jon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. aqilaaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. bryan choo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. samuel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. joshua foo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. batet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20. sarah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;how did i meet 14 (jon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;brother's friend. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wat would u do if u nv met 1 (david)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I would be super sad. and there'd really be no point living. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wat if 9 (iffa) and 20 (sarah)are fated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;that would be so wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;will 6 (janella) and 17(samuel)date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;OMG! HAHAHA. cannot imagine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;describe 3 (kennyyyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;he's my tinkerbell! hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;is 8 (kimberly) attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it deeeependssss. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;describe 7 (gillian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbotic and loves cotton candy that are pink and unicorns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;do you know any of 12's (zach)family members?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;hell, no.that would make me stalker mateeeriaaal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wat if 18 confesses to you he or she likes you?(joshua foo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;HAHAH, never again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wat language does 15 (aqilah) speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;English,malay and ABIT of german i think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; going out with 9 (iffa)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;NO ONE. not that i know of. hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;how old is 16(bryan choo)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;fourteennnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;when did u last speak to 13 (dylan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hmm, just now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;who is 2's (aishah ) fave singer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;not sure about her favourite singer. i know the actor thoooughh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;would you ever date with 4 (joshua siow)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;HECK, NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;will you ever date with 1(david)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;well, that's easy enough. hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;is 19 (batet) single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hahahhaha, i think soooo. he hasn't told me anythhhing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;wat is 10's (marcus) last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hahah, it never occureed to me to ask. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;school of 3 (kennnny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;some poly, nanyang poly i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;where does 6 (janella) live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;BISHAN! how far is that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;wat is you fave thing of 5(benedict)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;his hair and his skinniness, ANYHOOOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;have you seen 2 (aishah) naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;OMGAH. EWWW, NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 ppl I choose to do this test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. david!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. gillian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. janella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. kimberly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. iffa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well, there you go janeellllaaa! updated and i did the quizzie! and the five people, you better do the quiz! i'll watch hokaayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-5683725353888945119?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/5683725353888945119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=5683725353888945119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/5683725353888945119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/5683725353888945119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/07/name-of-20-ppl-i-can-think-of-now-1.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-4392754622476331580</id><published>2008-07-08T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:45:17.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's no fucking point asking me to go out with you if you just want me to get you guy's numbers. that's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;go die bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-4392754622476331580?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4392754622476331580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=4392754622476331580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4392754622476331580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4392754622476331580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-no-fucking-point-asking-me-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-6681188880435637648</id><published>2008-06-24T01:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T02:11:25.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOLIDAYS ARE OVER.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GONE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;POOF.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DONE.&lt;/span&gt; and nothing to account for it.&lt;br /&gt;didn't go to church camp; didn't get much studying done. like, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;only upside, i get to spend almost everyday with you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's shit.besides the fact that i'm not sitting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEXT&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GILLIAN KOH SHU HUI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extract of the convo between me and nicole tan(gillian's partner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tan: you know amy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;me: huh? amy who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tan: Amy Goh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;me: huh? amy go where? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not admitting that i'm dumb, i'm actually pretty bright, it just doesnt normally show that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; tuition today, feeling like crap cause due to my mum's unstoppable nagging, i hardly get any sleep at all.sorry haven't been updating, cause like, my comp crashed and today it's MIRACULOUSLY working again, but if it shuts off halfway, screw it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;been having weird dreams lately, they're really scary cause it seems really real. i think i told those of you in my church and a few others so yeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;went to watch loveee play soccer at NSRCC again, it's a really great place to clear your heaaaaad. before, went his house, FREAKING GUITAR HERO I TELL YOU, FREAKING AWESOME. eh loveeee, i know you play better than me laaaa. SHOWOFF. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh -for janella's sake,- fudge it.&lt;br /&gt;this is fudging screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the dream, your touch,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was all so real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i doubting my decision?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please let me have the dream again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awesome.&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/1352683776784442502-6681188880435637648?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6681188880435637648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=6681188880435637648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6681188880435637648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6681188880435637648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/06/holidays-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-2624353986224570318</id><published>2008-06-02T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:56:35.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EASY:  ` = NICOLE!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;-  = DAVID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Will you answer every question honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` well, that would DEPEND.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- haha, i guess so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Have you ever stayed up all night while drunk or high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` well, yeahh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- stayed up all night, yes.... drunk or high, not really, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Have you ever punched anyone in the face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`yeahh. kinda. accidentally on purpose? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- haha, ELBOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you miss anything or anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` MY BOYFRIEND! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- MY GIRLFRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` AWESOME. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- FUNNY PPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Have you kissed anyone on the lips within the past 9 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` well, nah. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- how about like 2days back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`my mummy &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- My DAD -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What do you dislike at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` the damn hot weather. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- i can't go to GIRLFRIEND'S HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Name one person on your top friends who is the most like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` ALMOST ALL. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you get butterflies around the gals/guys you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` pfft, well, yeahh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Kind Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you think it is bad to have sex at your age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` definitely. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- YUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` absolutely. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Will you be having sex in the near future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` again, it would DEPEND. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- haha, i dunno :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you lie about your age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` well, i have a friendster account. does that count? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- not anymore, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.If you were to have sex right now, would you use a condom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` HAHA. wth laaaa. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- HAHA, SAFE SEX.... NO STD, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Are you happy with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` heh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- i guess so, cause girlfriend likes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Would you change yourself for the person you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` of course. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- i'm alrdy getting addicted to GAS-LESS GASSY DRINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you tell yourself when times get hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' it's okayy. there's always suicide. nah,KIDDING. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- girlfriend's always there for me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` when i yawned? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- ages back, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you believe in religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Yes, i'm catholic. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Nah, unless GIRLFRIEND wanna convert me :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.When was the last time you fell asleep with a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i cant remember. on the bus maybe? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- EEEEE, gay, haha, well, i did sleepover at my fren's for soccer match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What is the last lie you told your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` "look, mum, it's not that i dont want you you around." HAHA. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- dun rmbr leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Did you ever wish a close friend to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` No. God, im not THAT sadistic. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- haha, if i want him or her to die, he or she wouldn't even be close to me :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Has a guy ever seriously punched you more than once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` BROTHER. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- nah, i'm untouchable except for GIRLFRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Have you ever made out until you ran out of breath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` haha, NO COMMENT. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- NOPE, good stamina, dunno whether girlfriend ran out of breath :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Do you think you were ever in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` DEFINITELY (: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- erm, RIGHT NOW? haha loving it =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOCKING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Have you ever dated your friend’s ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` hell no. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- NEGATIVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Have you done bad things with your parents near by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` HAHAHAHA. define BAD. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- depends on wad's bad, hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-2624353986224570318?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/2624353986224570318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=2624353986224570318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/2624353986224570318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/2624353986224570318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/06/easy-1.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-6748763826867896873</id><published>2008-06-02T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T04:14:06.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should die before I wake&lt;br /&gt;It's 'cause you took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Losing you is like living in a world with no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;My heart won't move, it's incomplete&lt;br /&gt;If there was a way that I can make you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you expect me&lt;br /&gt;To live alone with just me'&lt;br /&gt;Cause my world revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard for me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air&lt;br /&gt;Can't live, can't breathe with no air&lt;br /&gt;It's how I feel whenever you ain't there&lt;br /&gt;It's no air, no air&lt;br /&gt;Got me out here in the water so deep&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you gonna be without me&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't here, I just can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;It's no air, no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flewRight off the ground to float to you&lt;br /&gt;There's no gravity to hold me down for real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I'm still alive inside&lt;br /&gt;You took my breath, but I survivedI don't know how, but I don't even care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you expect me&lt;br /&gt;To live alone with just me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my world revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard for me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;It's no air, no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-6748763826867896873?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6748763826867896873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=6748763826867896873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6748763826867896873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6748763826867896873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/06/tell-me-how-im-supposed-to-breathe-with.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-3086226212801538390</id><published>2008-05-26T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T07:55:32.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BLOGGING FOR MY LOVE =)</title><content type='html'>hello everybody, david's here again, haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, seriously speaking, i have absolutely no idea wad to blog about here but... since i promised my love, i have to type something here luh, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost one month since we're together and i'm loving every second of it =) of course i'll wish that we could spend more time together but ahhh, haha.... although it's just one month in, i think we're like facing the first obstacle alrdy o.0 STUDIES, haha.... ur studies isn't all that good and mine isn't that perfect either. so obviously, we'll have to STUDY MORE AND HARDER. so this holiday wouldn't be too much of a holiday =( sad but true. and i can't really spend alot of time with you, of course i'll try to balance studying and spending time with you, my love. but you have to realise that in order to have the REAL FUN, we'll have to study hard, get the GOOD GRADES and we can play like never before come DECEMBER HOLIDAYS =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my olvls year and it's ur streaming year. i wanna get into a decent JC and you wanna get ur desired subject combination. pure dreaming is useless, we're gonna have to work for it, my dear =) so we'll work our socks off for the next 5 months and live the dream, haha..... although 5 months may seem long but i believe we can do it =) our love is strong and will withstand the test of time and definately, we'll come out stronger than before and the fire in our hearts will burn even more furiously, haha (woah, fire in the heart, it'll hurt, REAL BAD, haha).... so my dear, i hope u get my msg and start to work towards ur dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SDrPRiAWRpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZkCOaiGO7WQ/s1600-h/IMG_4794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SDrPRiAWRpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZkCOaiGO7WQ/s320/IMG_4794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204700219473020562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those reading this: i guess if u're reading this, u're kinda close to nicole =) i hereby plead and hope that u'll help her cause as u all know, her grades isn't that good haha.... but seriously i hope that this is the time where true friends show themselves and help each other in times of need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know why i'm typing all these, haha.... i just survived a pep talk from my parents, i kinda like WOKE UP, really woke me up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling super psyched to DO WELL... and get into the JC i want and still have my lovely lady by my side =) say i'm greedy but who cares :P haha..... I LOVE YOU NICOLE! hehe..... byebye, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST DO IT, haha....... scarlee gotta pay copyright fees i die :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamworldofme.blogspot.com"&gt;Visit My Blog TOO.... rise my blogcounts, haha =)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-3086226212801538390?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3086226212801538390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=3086226212801538390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3086226212801538390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3086226212801538390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-blogging-for-my-love.html' title='I&apos;M BLOGGING FOR MY LOVE =)'/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SDrPRiAWRpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZkCOaiGO7WQ/s72-c/IMG_4794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-6235927230035835461</id><published>2008-05-24T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T06:09:25.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M GONNA BLOG FOR YOU ON MONDAY OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry SWEETHEART, my exams ain't over yet :P haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a very valid reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;U &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; L&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; Y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;U &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; L&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; Y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;U &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; L&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; Y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;U &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; L&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;U&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:450%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;N &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;U&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously miss you damn alot now, i really wanna meet you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE THE BEST I EVER HAD =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10%;"&gt;p.s. this is technically considered to be ONE BLOG POST... but i'll be nice and blog for u on monday, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-6235927230035835461?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6235927230035835461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=6235927230035835461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6235927230035835461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6235927230035835461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-gonna-blog-for-you-on-monday-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-8305533625028431642</id><published>2008-05-22T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:47:59.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AISHAH ZAID BTE HUMMMMMMZAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. love, it's been a year and i cant believe you're leaving i'll always remember you alright and everything we shared. from malay classes, to camp corri, the ahmad thing,the history script, the painting of the camp corri banner, the retarded things we did. when andrea told me the news, it hit me hard, i never realised how much you meant to me. i've always taken you for granted.i just wanna say that you've made an impact on my life.&lt;br /&gt;our first conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole: hey?&lt;br /&gt;aishah: erm. hey? you learn malay?&lt;br /&gt;nicole: erm yeahh. OMG YOUR ACCENT DAMN COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's how it started aye love.i'm gonna MISS YOU LIKE SHIT. even as i'm typing now, i'm crying and i hope that you'll remember me too and that i made as huge an impact on your life as you did on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR EVERYTHING LOVE, I LOVE YOU MUCHLY,i missed your last day out my own stupidity and laziness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-8305533625028431642?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8305533625028431642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=8305533625028431642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8305533625028431642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8305533625028431642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-aishah-zaid-bte-hummmmmmzah.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-2807236483971798231</id><published>2008-05-20T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T05:53:46.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SDLJinh07OI/AAAAAAAAAEI/D5trLvldZek/s1600-h/IMG_4752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202442116129942754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SDLJinh07OI/AAAAAAAAAEI/D5trLvldZek/s320/IMG_4752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-2807236483971798231?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/2807236483971798231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=2807236483971798231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/2807236483971798231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/2807236483971798231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SDLJinh07OI/AAAAAAAAAEI/D5trLvldZek/s72-c/IMG_4752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-8689296610829041447</id><published>2008-05-20T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T05:56:28.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SATURDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so anyway, on saturday i had no plans and out of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;laura calls me and asks me to go to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;watch made of honour with her and joshua. so i was supposed to meet them at TWO and i bathed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;at ONE THIRTY. then caught the bus and CHIONGED to tampines. haha. the movie was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LA. i'm watching so many movies, i could become a movie critic, i swear.so then,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;after that, we went to that JAPANESE restaurant next to the cinema to eeeeat. then laura had a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SMART idea and starting shooting ice at JOSHUA. HEH. he wanted to retaliate but he couldnt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;even put the ICE INTO HIS MOUTH. disturbing laaa. i felt lamp posty. HA. then we went to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;starbucks and LOVEEEEE. smsed me to tell him to meet him. so i walked under the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLAZING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT SUN.&lt;/span&gt; to meet him only to walk back to starbucks and meet josh and laura who were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;playing twenty questions(?) then love waited for the bus with me and went hooome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUNDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;went to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHURCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;then went to tampines mall and met&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVEEEE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;there. (: then went home and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;slacked before leaving with love to go for his soccer at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NSRCC&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so we reached there early and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;went to the beach and just sat there and took pictures. (: it was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; then his soccer friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;came. so sat there with nicole(the name of his iPod) and just stoned. then waited for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVEEE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;finish his street soccer. then took a lift from nishan(?) to tanah merah! then took the MRT down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to bedok! then went for dinner with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and my mum.then yeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MONDAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;VESAK daaaay. so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WASTED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;half the day. doing&lt;/span&gt; NOTHING. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and and and then decided to go&lt;/span&gt; SHOPPING! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so smsed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVEEE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and asked him if he wanted to come with my mum and i! then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;weeeent to &lt;/span&gt;TOPSHOP &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and met him there. (: then walked around and wanted to buy this shirt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVEEE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;said it looked like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;TAMPINES ROVERS.&lt;/span&gt; PFFT LA,PFFT. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;haha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; LIKED &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it. then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bought a shirt for my&lt;/span&gt; BROTHER.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; i felt nice after doing soooo. then went for dinner and took the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MRT home then sent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I HAVE NO MORE BLOGGING MOOD. CAUSE NOW, I HAVE TO HELP LOVEEEE UPDATE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i'm glad i get to meet you even if it's just for awhile :D I LOVE YOU (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-8689296610829041447?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8689296610829041447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=8689296610829041447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8689296610829041447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8689296610829041447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday-so-anyway-on-saturday-i-had-no.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-6262464466990786592</id><published>2008-05-15T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T05:21:28.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ahh well, havent really updaaaaated lately. so yeahh. updating NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so yesterday, went to watch WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAAAAAS.hahha. awesome shitzxzxz laaaa.SUPER FUNNY. went with my mummy and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;loveee&lt;/span&gt;. =) and i was FORCED to wear a DRESS. SHOCK.HORROR. HAHA. but my mummy said i looked cuute. so ahh well. next movie target, MADE OF HONOUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then tooodaaaaay, stayed at home, didnt go school. HAD A FEVER. so stayed at home and SLEPT while loveee was studying. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ehhh. i love you la okayy. and i'll do anything to see you smile and be with yooou. (: i'll be gonna watch you plaaay soccer and stone at aeroplanes okay? i'm glad you're MY boyfriend and no one else's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's a short post but yeahh, WHATEVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-6262464466990786592?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6262464466990786592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=6262464466990786592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6262464466990786592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6262464466990786592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahh-well-havent-really-updaaaaated.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-1991310196442031839</id><published>2008-05-11T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T05:12:23.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging at the airport =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEH!&lt;/span&gt; okayy. apparently, i realised that it's been a dead blog. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;PFFT&lt;/span&gt;. so with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;GENTLE&lt;/span&gt; persuasion of someone, i've finally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;DECIDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RAWWRRR.&lt;/span&gt; past few days have been really.....sweet. HA, been hanging out with him alot lately and it's been awesome. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;basketball's starting again sooooon. NO MOOOOOD. got some stooooopid video editting thingy on MONDAY. COMPULSORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;GOT CONTACTS YESTERDAAAAAAAY. AWESOME-NESS. THEY'RE....COOL? HA, i know everyone's using them but, FIRST TIME putting them in MYSELF. SO HA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;WATCHED IRON MAN. terrorists, are STOOPID. HEH. one of them, tried to shoot iron man with his SUIT ON. then of course, the bullet DEFLECTED off and hit THE TERRORIST INSTEAD. like, WHAM BAM. IN HIS HEAD! =)THEN, DEAD-NESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;TODAAAAAAAY, DAVID CAME OVER AFTER MY CHURCHHHHH. stoned at my house and began the great search for chocolates. IT'S like hunting for easter eggs i tell yooooou.stonnnned at home. then came to the airport and just WALKED AND WALKED AND WALKED AND WALKED AND WALKED AND WALKED. now, IN BURGER KING. waiting for uncle to TOUCHDOOOOOOOOWN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;EXCITINNNNNNG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RAWRRRRR. ICE LEMON TEEEEEEEA. UNDER THE YELLOW LEMON TREEEE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;PFFT. DUE TO LOVEEEE NOT WANTING TO HELP ME POOOOST. I HAD TO LIFT MY FINGERS OFF TO TYPE. RAWR. YOOOOU SUCK. EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE SITTING NEXT TO ME, YEAHH. SUCK-OOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TUTSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I LOVEEEEE YOOU. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-1991310196442031839?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/1991310196442031839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=1991310196442031839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/1991310196442031839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/1991310196442031839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/05/blogging-at-airport.html' title='Blogging at the airport =)'/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-6355788625555416793</id><published>2008-05-01T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:21:06.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAVID'S HERE =)</title><content type='html'>i'll give u the schedule of my exam =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/05/08 Friday - Chinese and English Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;05/05/08 Monday - Social Studies and Emaths Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;06/05/08 Tuesday - English and Physics Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;07/05/08 Wednesday - Chemistry Paper 1 and Amath paper 1&lt;br /&gt;08/05/08 Thursday - Chinese Paper 2 and Physics Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;09/05/08 Friday - Geography paper&lt;br /&gt;12/05/08 Monday - Emaths Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;14/05/08 Wednesday - Amaths paper 2 and Chemistry Paper 1............ END OF PRELIM 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, it's pissing hot larh, something's hot with singapore this few weeks-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway, we'll hang out after exams okay, haha....... but we're alrdy hanging out so much during and before exams......... we might as well camp at each other's house after exam, haha.... can pitch tents and sleep on water bottles, hehe...... the sun's getting to me luh =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBrOca2zhdI/AAAAAAAAADg/VwB_qn9xWdY/s1600-h/IMG_4553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBrOca2zhdI/AAAAAAAAADg/VwB_qn9xWdY/s320/IMG_4553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195692107766138322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha.......... this was fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBrOcq2zheI/AAAAAAAAADo/Skb65kldz54/s1600-h/IMG_4508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBrOcq2zheI/AAAAAAAAADo/Skb65kldz54/s320/IMG_4508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195692112061105634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we took like a gazillion pics larh, haha, RMBR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBrOc62zhfI/AAAAAAAAADw/L9ofQALdbGg/s1600-h/IMG_4524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBrOc62zhfI/AAAAAAAAADw/L9ofQALdbGg/s320/IMG_4524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195692116356072946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUR LOOK :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBrOb62zhcI/AAAAAAAAADY/aTYBgPsCSEM/s1600-h/Peace_by_wpe2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBrOb62zhcI/AAAAAAAAADY/aTYBgPsCSEM/s320/Peace_by_wpe2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195692099176203714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT PPLE =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...... my post's longer than yours :P u lousy luh, haha.... and i have pictures, u don't -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-6355788625555416793?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6355788625555416793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=6355788625555416793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6355788625555416793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6355788625555416793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/05/davids-here.html' title='DAVID&apos;S HERE =)'/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBrOca2zhdI/AAAAAAAAADg/VwB_qn9xWdY/s72-c/IMG_4553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-5297164489532777085</id><published>2008-04-29T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:15:46.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBctAa2zhXI/AAAAAAAAACw/VjSHgXM6EJQ/s1600-h/IMG_4391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194670180427597170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBctAa2zhXI/AAAAAAAAACw/VjSHgXM6EJQ/s320/IMG_4391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA. i like this pictuuuure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBctBK2zhYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DzqPKi2MRQQ/s1600-h/IMG_4428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194670193312499074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBctBK2zhYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DzqPKi2MRQQ/s320/IMG_4428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ZOMBIE-FIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBctBa2zhZI/AAAAAAAAADA/PygTQzzX4lg/s1600-h/IMG_4436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194670197607466386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBctBa2zhZI/AAAAAAAAADA/PygTQzzX4lg/s320/IMG_4436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA. i dont know what i was doing laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBctB62zhaI/AAAAAAAAADI/dwIsjq4pVXs/s1600-h/IMG_4437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194670206197400994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBctB62zhaI/AAAAAAAAADI/dwIsjq4pVXs/s320/IMG_4437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ehhh david. this picture cute. HAHA. NICEST CANDID EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBctCK2zhbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Oaj67hdHeuE/s1600-h/IMG_4443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194670210492368306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBctCK2zhbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Oaj67hdHeuE/s320/IMG_4443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'STUDYIIIING'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there you go david! updated. LAZY TO TYPE NOW, CAUSE I'M CHATTING WITH YOOOU. RAWRRRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-i miss youuuuu(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-5297164489532777085?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/5297164489532777085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=5297164489532777085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/5297164489532777085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/5297164489532777085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/04/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SBctAa2zhXI/AAAAAAAAACw/VjSHgXM6EJQ/s72-c/IMG_4391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-7898267622696130797</id><published>2008-04-27T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T05:11:54.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, david has just left, and amazingly, i'm bored already. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;DAYYY-VIIIID. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS CANDID ME!YOU CANDIDED ME ALOT OF TIMES TODAY. WE STUDY TOGETHER ON WED AND THURS AYE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to church today at 9.30. haha. EARLY LAAA. then went for class, IT WAS &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TO A CERTAIN EXTENT. haha. CHURCH CAMP MAN YOH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, went to wait for david after church at the bus stop and suddenly sheryl calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHERYL: nicoleeee. HI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NICOLE: erm hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHERYL: HI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NICOLE: you called JUST to say hi!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHERYL: YOU'RE JUST OPPOSITE ME. HAHA. BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look across the road and there she is. haha. WEIRD LA. then david made me wait for like FIFTEEN MINUTES. long laaaa. and it was DAMN hot. PFFT. so he came over and then and then and then we walked UNDER THE HOT SUN just to look for HIS MILK TEA. haha. in the end, bought starbucks and still felt SLEEPY. my immune system rocks la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we studied, i was stoning most of the time and in the end, gave up and started taking pictures and read my storybook then he CANDIDED ME..    PFFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOGLE EARTH, DAMN COOL LA. I WANNA GO NEW MEXICO. PSSH.&lt;br /&gt;VROOOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm booooored. DAYVID, YOU EAT SLOW AND BATHE SLOW TOO. YOU SUCK LAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH EXAMS TOMORROW. I THINK I'M FINALLY HIGHHHH NOWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;but how high can i be? i'm only four storys up. but then, that's what david says. PFFT LA DAVID, PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OUHH YEAHH, haha. went to his house yesterday with intentions of watching the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;man u chelsea match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. SUPER DISAPPOINTING. haha. but left his house at half time, cabbed home with him and went to watch hansel and gretal with my mummyyyy.it's a SICK, SADISTIC AND CONFUSING SHOW. haha. my nose froze halfway through the mooooovie. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i met his friend Jeremy, who seems to be able to laugh at anything and always seems high.which, is entertaining. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I'VE FORGOTTEN WHAT I INITIALLY WANTED TO SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GILLIAN KOH SHU HUI. YOU ARE NOT SMARTER THAN ME LA. YOU'RE LIKE DOWNGRADING ME MAN. LIKE, WAHLAO. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-i miss yoooouuuu(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-7898267622696130797?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/7898267622696130797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=7898267622696130797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/7898267622696130797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/7898267622696130797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-david-has-just-left-and-amazingly.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-4044952571101787674</id><published>2008-04-25T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T06:30:53.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAVID! OI. I LOOK UNGLAM IN YOUR PICTURES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;david: say something random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nicole:how i know what to say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;david:i dunno. you're the random one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nicole:iwanna go into a WASHING MACHINE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;david:i like you being random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so basically, spent the past two days studying with david at my place. SUPER environment, considering the fact that i ACTUALLY study. haha. but that's just day one, haha. i studied for like TWO HOURS on day two and fell alseep on the sofa. until my mum came and whacked my leg to tell me to wake up and go down to open the mail for her. haha.so of course, when i came back, i wasnt able to sleep anymore. haha. so i STONED and got the laptop out. haha. THEN DAVID TOOK UNGLAM PHOTOS OF ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA.watching borat now. and even though i've seen it a gazillion times, it still cracks me up. haha. anyway, david was here just now. he came over in the midst of me typing GILLIAN'S letter. haha.so he completely stoned with me. then followed me down to buy CHOCOLATE WAFFLES.YUMM. then followed him to wait for his bussss yaaaaw. haha. my neck hurts. i' ve been on the computer for too looooooong nooooow. and i'm loosing my blogging moooood. it's like. FLYING AWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND IT HAS FLOWN AWAY. MAN UNITED MATCH TOMMS. CHELSEA. WILL.DIE.   &lt;3333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-4044952571101787674?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4044952571101787674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=4044952571101787674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4044952571101787674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4044952571101787674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/04/david-oi.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-9202321183641507305</id><published>2008-04-20T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:53:10.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was an erm. interesting day? haha.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, in the morning went for cat class. blah blah blah. ben was especially horny yesterday.haha. it was SUPER S-U-P-E-R. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;disturbing&lt;/span&gt;.making zach lap dance on adam was just wrong. haha. anyway, after that, walked to tm with gillian. she kept PUSHING me away, saying she didnt want to walk next to me. she feels &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;intimidated&lt;/span&gt;. PFFT. so anyway, went to starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door said PULL.&lt;br /&gt;GILLIAN: *tries pushing the door**wondered why it couldnt open*&lt;br /&gt;ME: *doesnt say anything, points to the sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFT. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, sat there and talked and talked and talked. then stoned and janella, annabella and aishah.FINALLY came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to macs to buy lunch. and took the bus. then ON the bus, i spilled ALL my fries.&lt;br /&gt;PHOOEY. i had NONE left. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then NO ONE offered me any&lt;br /&gt;PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to the void deck, david came then. sat there and stoned. PSSH. supposed to HELP ME.then he left for soccer. then we went back up to gillian's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then david smsed me and told me his opponents didnt come. like what the hell.then he came back. so i smses him and told him i would be done soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRY-FIVE MINUTES LATER, we caught the bus home. haha.took the bus to his house. then got attacked by stomach cramps. PHOOEY. told him not to accompany me home but then on the bus almost fainted. like, WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then went home and asked david if he could cycle over to my place. which, he did. haha. then went dinner with my mum and me.then talked talked talked talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFT. I DONT FEEL LIKE BLOGGING ANYMORE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-9202321183641507305?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/9202321183641507305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=9202321183641507305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/9202321183641507305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/9202321183641507305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-was-erm.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-8413409990170695322</id><published>2008-04-18T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T05:01:50.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GILLIAN!</title><content type='html'>PFFT. the only reason i'm posting twice in a day is because of GILLIANMARYANN,according to her, i owe her a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing charades in dance class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimberly:*does weird actions*&lt;br /&gt;gillian:JUMANJI JUMANJI JUMANJI JUMANJI&lt;br /&gt;ms kate: gillian. you no life ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFT. I SHALL TYPE WHATEVER YOU TYPED.&lt;br /&gt;GILLIAN, we shall go have starbucks on sunday at tm then go meet aishah they all okayy? (:&lt;br /&gt;and i only said you werent a bimbo cause i wanted USB.but my brother already charged for me. haha,KIDDING. you NOT THAT bimbotic laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;DINOMANNNN. I KNOW YOU'RE SMILING NOW.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. love you la babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-8413409990170695322?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8413409990170695322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=8413409990170695322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8413409990170695322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8413409990170695322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/04/gillian.html' title='GILLIAN!'/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-4879358715917777482</id><published>2008-04-18T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T02:36:25.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chermaine:*looks out window and sees a bangladesh worker*OI.EH ANEH.&lt;br /&gt;bangladesh worker:*looks around**starts mumbling in tamil VERY LOUDLY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. we were bored. my comp's lagging again and it's pissing me off.pfft.anyway recap on the week (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRE FIGHT AND WEST GRAND CAME TO SAC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, this is gonna be in point form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;chionged upstairs after maths with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;met intan,nicolette,maryann and nedra and everone alse there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;west grand played first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;moshed with other ENTHU people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;almost fell down many times due to annoying upper secs who pissed me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;scolded them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;almost got into a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;BRYAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;then FIRE FIGHT PLAYED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;freaking awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;MOSHED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;inschool.yeahh, i know it's lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;FELL DOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;then everyone carried on moshing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;started laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;JOSHUA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;followed marga after that to go get pictures.then got pictures with bryan! and took pictures of JOSHUA! woooaaahhhh. hahaha. moshed in my jacket and almost died laaaa.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AFTER THAT, FOLLOWED MARGA AND MICHELLE TO DOWNTOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;started cam-whoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;went to stone at the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;started dancing to songs on her iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;got the bus back to pasir ris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;got picked at there by two malay guys. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;amusing conversation with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;they didnt believe i learned malay and started testing my malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;followed ashvini to bugis to return costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;her friend valerie tagged along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;went high at the mrt station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;walked around bugis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;got lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ran around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;tripped over a brick and fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;LAUGHED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THURSDAY WAS NOTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;kinda disappointed in myself. i did the same thing i told myself i wouldnt do two days in a row.after having not touched one for almost a year.i was doing great. but i suddenly did it. stress is a freaking crap excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PFFT. THAT WAS A LONG AND UN-EMO POST. IN YOUR FACE DAVID&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-4879358715917777482?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4879358715917777482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=4879358715917777482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4879358715917777482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4879358715917777482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/04/chermainelooks-out-window-and-sees.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-6761638552105399841</id><published>2008-04-14T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:04:36.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRAHH. didnt go to school today.not intending on going to tuition either. just gonna zone out from everything for awhile.PSSSH.been pissed off lately.you havent exactly been treating me right now have you?outside church, yeahh. that was the last straw.dont expect more chances from me.you havent exactly deserved them now have you? seriously, you think you come into my room and apologise and it's enough?PSSSHH.your head la. i may act the same towards you, but seriously, i wont forgive you so easily after what you did yesterday. acting like everything's always MY fault.but for what reason?did i really ever do anything wrong?why is it that he gets the chance to go to hongkong for his school?i wanted that chance too last year, for my basketball.but you told me we didnt have enough money. i understood.so why is it now, you're squeezing money out for his chance? dont i deserve as much as he does too? what makes him deserve more than me? i worked hard too for my chance.and yet, he seems for important? why is it that he NEVER has to do anything? that i have to do everything for myself AND him.yeahh sure, you may say i'm calculative and that i'm selfish or whatever shit.but you're never there for me the same way you're ALWAYS there for him. you dump ALL your problems on me but he's the one that cant get hurt. do you ever for one moment consider what your actions might do? and who it may hurt? i guess you dont huh? if not, half of these things wouldnt EVER have happened. i have so much pent up feelings and emotions inside of me.and yet, you dont seem to give a fuck now do you? you never really have. you just pretend.you're to wrapped up in your own problems and all your own emotions you dont give a shit what other feel aye? just him.and the other one. everything you talk about him lately, is all THEM.shit them man.so i'm sitting at home now, and you probably dont know half of what's bothering me. shit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhh fuck.this just makes me sound fucking emo now does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, basically, fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-6761638552105399841?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6761638552105399841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=6761638552105399841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6761638552105399841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6761638552105399841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/04/grahh.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-883038282668653602</id><published>2008-04-11T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:25:20.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>due to josh being bored waiting for his girlfriend to come online and i being bored waiting for nothing.we had an interesting convo.hahaha.like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:its so dry here&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:i'm chatting and&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:dry?&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:i kinda expected snow you know&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:ahahha&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:LOL&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:snow.. only in hokkaido silly&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:its really cold here. so its kinda dry..&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:ouhh&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:but i thought you were in hokkaido?Jaw-sh says:nono&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:im in tokyo now.&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:same diff&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:ahahha&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:we were thinking of going to hokkaido but decided not to&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:lol&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:COMPLETELZ DIFFERENT REGIONS&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:hahah&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:i wouldnt know whaaaaaat&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:hahaha ok&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:where's laaaaaura?&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:i dont knowww =(&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:i wanna talk to heeeeer&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:NO CANNOT I WANNA&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:hahah&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:S-H-A-R-E\&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:cannot..&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:ahaha&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:ok la&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:omg nnicole im dying i wa nna go back to hug laura&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:LET'S COUNTDOWN!&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:countdown to what?&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:12 midnight?&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:hahah&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:NO LA&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:THURS&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:haabab&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:thurs? is thurs ur birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:OH&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:IM COMING BACK ON THURS&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:OMG&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:WOLS&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:LOL&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:haqhaha&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:WHOOPS&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:hahah that was funny&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:DUH&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:AND HIMBOTIC&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:HAHAH.. im gonna blog this conversation omg.&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:SUPER BLUR LA YOU&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:AHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:JOSH:thurs?is it your bdae?&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:HAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:hey u said a few stupid things before that ok&lt;br /&gt;;NICKEL! &amp;amp;THEN YOU GET ME FREAKING HIGH says:DID NOT!&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:yea u did&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:wait i will paste it for u&lt;br /&gt;Jaw-sh says:hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sure entertained me for a bit. ahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-883038282668653602?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/883038282668653602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=883038282668653602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/883038282668653602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/883038282668653602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/04/due-to-josh-being-bored-waiting-for-his.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-6545821718383930555</id><published>2008-04-11T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T03:48:02.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in class.&lt;br /&gt;janella:and then right and then right*clucks*&lt;br /&gt;me: DID YOU JUST CLUCK AT ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after oral in mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty:eating here?&lt;br /&gt;sheryl:errrr.no.&lt;br /&gt;aunty:take away?&lt;br /&gt;sheryl:errrrr.no.&lt;br /&gt;aunty:then dont want to eat here dont want take away?then what? eat on your hand ah?&lt;br /&gt;sheryl:huh? what?&lt;br /&gt;me: you stupid ah?she asking where you want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;sheryl:orh.EAT HERE LA.&lt;br /&gt;aunty:hahahahahaha.*proceeds to tell someone about it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheryl:OUHH SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;me:HUH WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;next thing i knew. there was coke ALL OVER HER.ahhaha.this kind of people funny laaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-6545821718383930555?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6545821718383930555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=6545821718383930555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6545821718383930555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/6545821718383930555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-2812528321613116671</id><published>2008-04-07T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T05:24:03.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAHA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ahh well, since a CERTAIN SOMEONE HAD BEEN BUGGING ME UPDATE. and i'm too much of a bum to type anything, i'll just copy and paste from david's blog.HAHAHAHA. i feel damn smart now.then i'll edit from there. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually did GEOG MINDMAPS on HIS own today, believe it or not..... i'm claiming credit that i'm the one that made him did it but bleh.HAHAHA.later they went to Starbucks @ tampines mall to meet me.Iwas standing outside of starbucks and he was staring at me for like real long before i realised...IT WAS A NON-BIMBOTIC MOMENT. and he even smsed me to COME INTO STARBUCKS :P stoned wif them for awhile before i went to have lunch wif my mum.holy shit, can't believe HE actually REALLY READ IT :P HE even started doing mindmaps.i went home to take my study things and change.went back soon and took out literature, yet again, haha....I LIKE LITERATURE AND IT'S EASY. :P, haha.... FADHIL left to meet some guai lan girl, haha :P FADHIL think's that I like DAVID. stupid boy :P&lt;br /&gt;Nicole:"your handwriting is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;"David:"never mind, i can understand okay."&lt;br /&gt;HE DID TWO MINDMAPS, wahahaha :P later, we went through pictures and wadever that's on his lappy.....&lt;br /&gt;btw, he named his lappy ----&gt; ELLIOT&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we walked around TM later, haha:P decided to give THE ORPHANAGE a miss&lt;br /&gt;(i'm too darn lazy to edit anymore. =) so yeahh. go figure (: ) so we wanted to go to CAFE CARTEL but stupid girl didn't know she dun have enuff $$, haha....went to burger king..... eat, slacked, chew, swallow, talk cock, drink, sugar rush, caffine, fats.....later, we walked to the church and waited for her bus wif her..... talked bout swearing and disgusting injuries o.0, MAN UTD's gonna win..... Ferrari's gonna finish P1&amp;amp;2....., haha next saturday, CHUNG CHENG HIGH BAZAAR..... -______-"i bought click 5 tix too.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just change all the "i"s to he and ignore all the parts where he calls me stupid. hahaha.so yeahh. i have NO idea why his post was so long. had to delete UBER alot of things.HAHAHA.LOSER LAAAA.and david! i dont wanna go watch ghost story with you!if it's too confusing, i'm super sorry. HAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-2812528321613116671?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/2812528321613116671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=2812528321613116671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/2812528321613116671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/2812528321613116671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahh-well-since-certain-someone-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-3028652913046355550</id><published>2008-04-01T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T03:59:19.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid headache.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm moody. go away before i bite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;school sucks and so does everything else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-3028652913046355550?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3028652913046355550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=3028652913046355550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3028652913046355550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/3028652913046355550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/04/stupid-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-7923353162884382950</id><published>2008-03-26T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T02:35:05.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heh'/><title type='text'>i remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/R_Cree9J2QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuQAR2_usV8/s1600-h/S5030305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183831711297427714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/R_Cree9J2QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuQAR2_usV8/s320/S5030305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i remember last year.&lt;br /&gt;i remember meeting you.&lt;br /&gt;i remember february 10.&lt;br /&gt;i remember your birthday and valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;i remember your house and your, dog.&lt;br /&gt;i remember your guitars.&lt;br /&gt;i remember lying to my parents and skipping tuition and sitting in mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;i remember our late night conversations.&lt;br /&gt;i remember you laughing at me while i was screaming at lizards in your house.&lt;br /&gt;i remember you always hugging me when i went crying to you./&lt;br /&gt;i remember christmas.&lt;br /&gt;i remember that it was one of the best days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;i remember meeting you at the esplanade the day after that.&lt;br /&gt;i remember us walking aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;i remember going to your house the next day.&lt;br /&gt;i remember your parents finding out.&lt;br /&gt;i remember them making jokes about it.&lt;br /&gt;i remember that it WAS THE best day of my very short life.&lt;br /&gt;i remember how i felt when i found out.&lt;br /&gt;i remember lotsa things. maybe it's time to just throw all these memories away and start afresh. =)it'll all be in the past. and not thought of anymore,but seriously, i've kinda missed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-7923353162884382950?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/7923353162884382950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=7923353162884382950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/7923353162884382950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/7923353162884382950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/03/update-larh.html' title='i remember.'/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/R_Cree9J2QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuQAR2_usV8/s72-c/S5030305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-4414912677142530069</id><published>2008-03-22T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:59:19.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm helping NICOLE to POST !!!</title><content type='html'>okayyy.... since she can't get on the comp to post and her friends are pestering her to update, NICOLE has begged me to help her update and type something here, hahaha.... and oh oh, i'm DAVID :) hello everybody, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i have absolutely no idea what to type, i'll just post a few REALLY NICE videos and u readers can kill time with it, wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylRbo7WidLA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylRbo7WidLA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nKmBqYPR890&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nKmBqYPR890&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMta_hejOS8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMta_hejOS8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jm4l21SixMQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jm4l21SixMQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn FUNNY right? hahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go, byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-4414912677142530069?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4414912677142530069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=4414912677142530069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4414912677142530069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/4414912677142530069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/03/i.html' title='I&apos;m helping NICOLE to POST !!!'/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-8954993437228143920</id><published>2008-03-18T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:59:05.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/R9-67LaRN0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GuayOIsmEgA/s1600-h/1_100668986l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/R9-67LaRN0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GuayOIsmEgA/s320/1_100668986l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179063622337378114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on 2/7 let's hit the floor.&lt;br /&gt;let's start the beat at the count of 4.&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4&lt;br /&gt;come on 2/7 let's show our might.&lt;br /&gt;SHOW AH SHOW AH.&lt;br /&gt;let's show them how we people fight.&lt;br /&gt;FIGHT AH FIGHT AH.&lt;br /&gt;we'll go to the front and show them right.&lt;br /&gt;cause aint nobody gonna break our stride.&lt;br /&gt;we are we are 2/7 whoosh 2/7 whoosh.&lt;br /&gt;we will we will.&lt;br /&gt;squash you like a hum cheem peng.&lt;br /&gt;never let you rise again.&lt;br /&gt;roti prata roti prata.&lt;br /&gt;BURN AH BURN AH BURN YOU CHAO DA.&lt;br /&gt;roti prata roti prata.&lt;br /&gt;BURN AH BURN AH BURN YOU CHAO DA.&lt;br /&gt;*2/7 screams.*&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. sudden nostalgia to camp.&lt;br /&gt;been having lotsa mood swings lately.&lt;br /&gt;if i snap at you, dont hesitate to slap me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-8954993437228143920?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8954993437228143920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=8954993437228143920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8954993437228143920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8954993437228143920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/03/come-on-27-lets-hit-floor.html' title=''/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/R9-67LaRN0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GuayOIsmEgA/s72-c/1_100668986l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352683776784442502.post-8421706970192833725</id><published>2008-03-18T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T04:58:56.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIGHTOS.</title><content type='html'>RIGHTOS.&lt;br /&gt;ahh well.i feel like cutting my hair.i wake up every morning and i think. hmm. if i tie my hair, it'd take me bout seven minutes and in THOSE seven minutes, i could miss a bus.BUT if i just cut my hair, i could just ruffle my hair into place! but as always, i'd rather just listen to the majority of people around me telling me to NOT cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i've been thinking lots lately and i dunno looking back on the past and everything, there're just so many things i wish i HADN'T done.maybe then, i wouldnt have caused so much hurt to the people around me and those whom i love dearly. but i guess, if you really think it about it, it was all ME. i never really stopped to think if what i was doing was gonna affect somebody else.nothing really gave me an excuse to act like this in the past.&lt;br /&gt;AHH WELL,went to nicole tan's house to day and we just sat and talked and talked and talked.i dun even remember half the things i talked about i just remember that we were going high on her piano teacher's CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES.which were really great by the way. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ON ANOTHER NOTE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you're not talking to her. she's been trying to get you to open up. you went away for soooooo darn long. and now, she feel like ya'll are worlds apart.you're always telling her how  busy you are and everything.but then she knows you're talking to other people.they tell her so.all those months she spent talking to you.everyone's going like:"OOOOHH.he likes you, if not, why would he be spending so much time talking to you?"i dunno. ou're showing otherwise. if you dont like her, why've you been leading her on all those months?i dunno. maybe it's partially her fault. she doesnt wanna talk to you first.so now, you're online.and i guess it's back to the same routine of her waiting for you to talk to her first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHTOS.man, i feel so much better now.hahah.ANYWAY, i just bought a rubik's cube and i'm gonna settle down to do it in my boxers and my favourite yellow shirt and my socks.&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES BABES. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352683776784442502-8421706970192833725?l=staircase-spasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8421706970192833725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352683776784442502&amp;postID=8421706970192833725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8421706970192833725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352683776784442502/posts/default/8421706970192833725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staircase-spasms.blogspot.com/2008/03/rightos.html' title='RIGHTOS.'/><author><name>nicole anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957802363563264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TeNtKMa2Pqc/SIW7XgtHddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N3mlRWtSIyE/S220/DSC_0386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
