tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79175174288279568822011-11-28T04:48:12.018+08:00Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.comBlogger1611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-66855099386121146292009-06-27T10:47:00.003+08:002009-06-27T10:48:42.227+08:00

If you hadn't realize, I'm not in the same conjunction as you anymore. You were a thing in the past and I never want to bring it up, anymore.I placed high hopes that you'll understand me.But you didn't. And I didn't, either.All my love.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-74405073894807890782009-06-22T21:52:00.002+08:002009-06-22T21:58:22.920+08:00

Why did you leave?When you lied in your bed, composed and quiet. We were trembling in fear, in hope too, that one day you'll open those beautiful eyes and tell us, "It's over, the fight is over. I am here now."But you never did. You departed us much earlier and we didn't even deserve a Goodbye. How sane is that? We will never blame you because we all loved and are loving you right now.We all

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-73715760986170278122009-06-18T13:10:00.001+08:002009-06-18T13:10:35.825+08:00

Daily letters,

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-75164209531403946252009-06-17T23:50:00.000+08:002009-06-17T23:51:20.609+08:00

I wanna be the sun, your stars, your moonI wanna be a hot summer day in JuneI wanna be the smell of your sweet perfumeI just wanna be close

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-77408823977038571552009-06-15T21:21:00.001+08:002009-06-15T21:26:51.261+08:00

Is this the moment where I look you in the eye?Forgive my broken promiseThat you'll never see me cryAnd everything, it will surely changeEven if I tell you I won't go away todayWill you think that you're all aloneWhen no one's there to hold your hand?And all you know seems so far awayAnd everything is temporaryRest your headI'm permanentI know he's living in hell every single dayAnd so I ask oh

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-37971965916355727562009-06-13T22:34:00.002+08:002009-06-13T22:35:43.599+08:00

It was a wake up call to me, I didn't want to be uncomprehending.I'm sorry, Von.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-41072349327329934112009-06-05T21:06:00.002+08:002009-06-05T21:07:01.914+08:00

I might have headlice (headlights)Am a complete junkie today, drank at least 1litre of coke.Fuck you.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-59373946900039659902009-06-02T14:42:00.002+08:002009-06-02T14:43:58.872+08:00

I'm a youtube junkie and I no longer am motivated to post in blogger, period. So I'm hopping back to livejournal for a while, will be back soon.My lips taste like cigars on coffee. Fascinating.Oh i don't get the kicks of twitter.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-31597087618307738982009-05-29T00:31:00.002+08:002009-05-29T00:35:13.660+08:00

It's a Thursday night and I'm all snuggled up under my blanket, waiting for sleep to knock me out. Apparently, not gonna happen soon.Had 2 cups of coffee just now, a ton of cigarettes.I'm wasting my life away.At least I didn't down a jug or probably 5 jugs of liquor...Missed u, z.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-6641567794400182382009-05-28T16:31:00.003+08:002009-05-28T16:36:38.239+08:00

Needs an Iced latte right now, badly.Needs to bathe and meet people.I hate the feeling of fainting and midnight asthmatic attacks.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-87467412488311459692009-05-27T23:15:00.004+08:002009-05-27T23:24:32.819+08:00

What am I suppose to do when the best part of me was always youWhat am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and your okI dined, I dreamed, I breathed.How could someone so incomplete make me feel so complete?Sweet jane, she cries for you limitless throughout these months. I have not. Never has it represent that I do not care for you but I tried to make sense that I was never important to you

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-76869664664341651812009-05-27T18:28:00.004+08:002009-05-27T18:33:33.562+08:00

fell in love with her.I finally applied 4 days of off next week to rest and be a complete junkie. So those who want movie/starbucks/bitching dates, text me!!!I won't cancel on you, I promise.Percentage of me straying away from being a xcore lesbian is because of Chace Crawford or Zac Efron even though they might already be rumored to be gay...What the heck, I gush at the sight of them.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-77536840720959765782009-05-25T07:05:00.003+08:002009-05-25T07:08:38.407+08:00

Style of your hair,shape of your eyes and your nose,the way you stareAs if you see, right through to my soul,It's your left hand and the waythat it's not quite as big as your right,the way you stand in the mirrorbefore we go out at night,Our quiet time,your beautiful mind,They're a part of the list.Things that I miss.Things like your funny little laugh,the way you smile or the way we kiss.What I

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-84494148217586031132009-05-25T06:56:00.004+08:002009-05-25T07:05:00.127+08:00

The agonizing pain of listening to a great, lyrical song but only have images of someone who means something to you to be conformed into the beautiful song.I can't get to sleep well without knowing you're sleeping well.Exhausted, I am.3 closings consecutive for the next few days (sulks)I miss hugging you.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-16902309331816811992009-05-23T17:38:00.005+08:002009-05-25T07:04:26.254+08:00

Most of the time, I don't know where you are, whom you're with but I wish you safe.Most of the time, I don't know which earth hour you're awake but I wish you sleep well.Most of the time, I don't know who you are but I wish I did.Dear SweetJane, on that piece of paper:"Saying you miss someone and mean it with your whole heart sometimes, hurts."

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-19416210835307682382009-05-23T07:29:00.003+08:002009-05-23T07:38:01.775+08:00

"The heart wants what the heart wants"Profundity, meets cliche, meets exactitude.Spent the night with K at the Airport, just pouring our lungs out about the constant and what's-not over coffee and late bites.I am exhausted, my mind's quivering from the countless infinite image of you.You blown me a mild heart stop.Sj,taketimetorealizei'mnotgoinganywhere.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-29285572330681915232009-05-21T10:26:00.003+08:002009-05-21T10:40:45.643+08:00

You get to see, touch, hear, smell the wonders of a girl. All i get is to be a punchbag for her.But I'll never forget a second of it.I wish my brother dies.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-31457924964966585012009-05-20T01:57:00.001+08:002009-05-20T01:57:33.521+08:00

Just sometimes when I laugh, I'm crying on the inside.Sometimes.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-51904980488170404042009-05-19T12:46:00.003+08:002009-05-19T12:51:36.213+08:00

Where are you?

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-71820287602016747642009-05-18T14:17:00.004+08:002009-05-18T14:28:28.347+08:00

I know you and I know it won't take you long to make me smile. Am I wry?This is insane, melodramatic exaggeration of sweet insanity. How are the possibilities that one person could manage to stay track in my head for approximately, every spare hour to it's availability.It could also be the brim of my own sanity.Words, words, words. Too overused.Actions don't speak as loud as them words. So what

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-35323765706085717282009-05-18T12:58:00.004+08:002009-05-18T14:17:03.424+08:00

After knocking off at 1am, the closing partners stayed on a while more to have a couple of drinks. It was nice how a few hours and a few rounds of lager and alcohol would make so much difference.Tonight another round.When there's just a thin wall dividing yourselves from meeting each other,would you go around the walls or continue to wonder?

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-89261191757494742172009-05-17T10:36:00.002+08:002009-05-17T10:41:51.440+08:00

Cross my heart and hope for it,I swear I won't forget youI'll be missing youSomething seems to be missing, like a misplaced piece of a puzzle.The nostalgic and familiarity of everything yet the deceivers reign."We can only learn to love by loving"-Iris Murdoch

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-66990173734645020142009-05-16T15:38:00.004+08:002009-05-16T15:45:14.233+08:00

I don't need every second of your day, just a second of your day.I don't need every comforting assurance, just your comfort.I don't need things one is dreaming to have, but the ones they left out while dreaming.Patience, Passion, Passionate.Good day.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-73803204362764530452009-05-16T11:09:00.004+08:002009-05-16T11:13:12.699+08:00

Je vous ai dit que vous êtes le monde à moi,But you never believed."Nothing in the world is big enough to bring you down"

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-22136589339533689112009-05-15T18:56:00.003+08:002009-05-15T19:02:52.731+08:00

The last playlist to be done for the last night, so that tomorrow would be better.It's a shame that it had to be this wayIt's not enough to say I'm sorryMaybe I'm to blameOr maybe we're the sameBut either way I can't breatheAll I had to say is goodbyeWe're better off this wayI'm alive but I'm losing all my driveCause everything we've been throughAnd everything about youSeemed to be a lieA

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-10015589831674781802009-05-15T16:15:00.004+08:002009-05-15T16:17:16.982+08:00

It is when you have stopped tryingwhen you realize you didn't try hard enough.I'll make it right this time.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-27077091950015533382009-05-15T14:08:00.004+08:002009-05-15T14:18:59.942+08:00

"If we never see each other again.And you're out walking one day and you feel a certain presence beside you...That will be me, loving you, wherever I am."I'll give you a dime for all that's worthy, except for the greatest treasure.A someone who spreads a warm, cozy, heat radiating empowerment, a lie that is situated for upholding all the truths, a toothache because you're sugarcoated.That would

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-32046133895954212492009-05-15T12:20:00.004+08:002009-05-15T12:32:11.034+08:00

"I have to go, I have to go,"Where the fuck does everybody go when they have to go?-Gia Yesterday night wasn't even funny. I'm glad H didn't tag along, she would have too much of a taste of my life and she would freak (laughs)I woke up, I thought i abandoned Kellie on the streets, i phoned her right away. Apparently, she just finished her exam and left in the morning, thank bloody mary.Ok, so...

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-50989225941141690972009-05-13T17:34:00.001+08:002009-05-13T17:35:44.968+08:00

Tousled hair in the gray mid-autumn skies.You'll still look as ever lovely.Girl, you make me swoon.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-67269008933906018732009-05-13T11:53:00.005+08:002009-05-13T12:04:22.632+08:00

Your lips like sugarBeen busting my ass at work, I'm too lazy to even get out of the house today. My pay this month better show mild improvement or I would haul ass at HQ and scream like a mad bitch.Stjz, those people who talk about me, they know nothing about me. When you told me that you mildly believed them, my heart stopped. How could I talk to someone who thought I was all that, after months

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-57868339646096874972009-05-12T00:58:00.005+08:002009-05-12T01:04:19.577+08:00

Who do you think of when you see a picture or a phrase that reminds you of someone important? Do you think of someone who meant nothing or everything to you?I think of you, sj. All the time.You're the first face I think of in almost everything.Sit back and let my love grow good for youMy god, you're beautiful.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-78798193896175834902009-05-11T23:30:00.002+08:002009-05-11T23:37:08.160+08:00

I wished you'll never leave my side but before it could happen, you're gone.When i lie on my bed, in the cold thin sheets, I dream of you.While you, you dream of the girl of your dreams.While the other you, no one can ever capture the mystery of you.You're untouchable, you're unbreathable, unlovable.One day, I wished you would know too...That I dream of you as much.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-65534848638800263052009-05-10T01:15:00.005+08:002009-05-10T01:23:41.220+08:00

I have missed you more. Neither do I know if it's right.I'm sorry.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-16941089828190807122009-05-09T23:19:00.003+08:002009-05-09T23:22:33.117+08:00

A special song for a special someone.In life, you have forgotten a thing too many.I wished I could be the person to make you remember the things you've forgotten.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-88433617123924084062009-05-09T11:38:00.005+08:002009-05-09T11:48:12.145+08:00

A prophecy is a distinct exaction of having to be read and slain with epiphanies to realization.A greatest displeasure would be the haunt of bad memories from the day before yesterdays.A summer love to be a lusted affair, held on for not too long.A girl like you, I can never place my finger on.Which brings it so, much, more interesting.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-56940042417742078192009-05-09T04:23:00.000+08:002009-05-09T04:24:06.166+08:00

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-64189674716390216752009-05-09T04:02:00.004+08:002009-05-09T04:15:01.110+08:00

I wouldn't leave you'Cause you're that type of girl to make me stayYou're so beautifulIt is official, I am wasting my life away and pushing the limits of my body clock. Work in the noon yesterday, drinks at Dbl O. After all those drinks, I can't remember a cahoot.... So, today, work.Town straight after, met my girls. Caught The Uninvited with jy.Now I'm really sleepy (Zzzz)

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-63045857230021046622009-05-07T20:29:00.002+08:002009-05-07T20:33:31.400+08:00

1. I'm going to refrain from snipping my hair \m/2. I've work at 11am tomorrow, deciding if I should go drink tonight.3. Honestly? I am exhausted.4. Recent jitters: (fuckload) Cheesy curry chicken with Iced latte.5. Alcohol free for a week already!6. Can't wait to see your face.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-9646054856071358442009-05-07T10:14:00.002+08:002009-05-07T10:16:51.755+08:00

"When you realise that you're walking down this road lost. Turn around. I'll (still) be here, finding for you. I'll always be here, not far from you."When you sit up from your bed in the middle of night, confused that someone's on your mind.Probably that person has already captured half of your soul.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-18931619229081437452009-05-07T10:06:00.004+08:002009-05-07T10:13:17.017+08:00

I miss talking to you. I miss laughing at your quirks.I miss having you near.Sweet ol' Jane,Now I don't know what to be without you around

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-74525348787392373822009-05-06T23:15:00.002+08:002009-05-06T23:16:58.889+08:00

I don't think of you as often. I miss you more regularly, though.Times i do pray that we were not awkward with each other.While other times, I force myself to not be bothered.Now even home doesn't feel like home.Who has a home to share with me?

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-31194273212629313292009-05-06T22:48:00.005+08:002009-05-07T10:14:03.458+08:00

I cried tonight.For the silliest damn thing.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-79548046951623002642009-05-04T14:51:00.002+08:002009-05-04T14:53:30.465+08:00

The only night where I don't need to be myself.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-68986050155119585302009-05-04T13:07:00.000+08:002009-05-04T13:08:18.246+08:00

It's not because I don't love you. Because I do. And it's not because I don't miss you. But because I miss you already.My greatest mistake but yet my guiltiest pleasure.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-38115121228148613512009-05-03T05:13:00.002+08:002009-05-03T05:18:46.269+08:00

Stay little valentine stayEach day is valentines dayYou make me smile with my heartIt's 5.15AM, I'm still awake. I should hit myself so hard I get so spaced out by the blow.^^ (ting)I feel lonely.But manageable.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-61439178361183206132009-05-03T01:37:00.003+08:002009-05-03T01:52:46.498+08:00

Your intense, warm, hazelnut brown eyes has begged to differ to stay.I still think your imperfections are beautiful.Just knocked off from work after a long, busy day. Gotten to work with partners whom I have not met in a long time, was really entertaining.Thoughts:- Decided to delete all my text- Considering of cutting off my line.I pray I get to see your name on my phone.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-29761072869276371462009-05-02T14:19:00.002+08:002009-05-02T14:22:04.485+08:00

Just stay long enough to realize you're important, sweet jane.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-89312600855512663342009-05-02T14:01:00.003+08:002009-05-02T14:17:55.341+08:00

"On mondays to fridays, I am normal. However on the weekends, when I'm tied down with a bottle of wine on my hand, I uses it as an excuse to overindulge and cry.Because that's the only time I can truly be myself."-Her sufferingWatching her looking fatigue, worn down by him and witnessing how I was so alike and yet not too indifferent from her.I'd wish I could give you my strength.It does matter

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-50452451937197242722009-04-28T23:29:00.002+08:002009-04-28T23:32:07.980+08:00

Be calm,Only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together.Be calm, love me. Today, yesterday, what tearful longings for you, you, you -My life, My all. Farewell.Oh continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.Ever thineEver mineEver ours-Beethoven

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-13630563782336020632009-04-28T14:04:00.005+08:002009-04-28T14:10:41.136+08:00

When you adore someone, you tear away the walls you have built and yourself become vulnerable.Regards to the jealousy, the unhappiness, the lust, the strong-willed adoration.As long as you're truly happy, I will indefinitely be too.You don't even need to hide your flaws because love is simple."Love is love.There is no definition, no beginning and no ending."

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-70205742808338984942009-04-27T23:40:00.001+08:002009-04-27T23:40:41.480+08:00

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-67473674166896618022009-04-27T22:54:00.004+08:002009-04-27T23:06:01.701+08:00

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."Noelle - age 7I adore how your voice sounds like on the cell, or how your shirt has your distinctive smell.But it'll never have to proceed.Your distrust, the make believed rumors.Sweet jesus, how did things get so wrong?Hi Chippy mates, chu-ku ^^

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-44658897524427507052009-04-26T09:28:00.004+08:002009-04-26T09:36:14.512+08:00

3 words, I'm gonna stay.I will see past your flaws and never judge your honesty. I will measure up to every minute or large occasion where you played a part in warming my heart. I will remember you for who you are, never who I'd want you to be.Even if it's pointless and would probably be a huge mistake,I can't help myself...

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-61466201724560517902009-04-25T22:12:00.006+08:002009-04-25T22:17:24.788+08:00

If you're admittant to my own judgements, why not you go admit your own?Everybody keeps secrets and screams out lies.Seriously, you want to talk.Talk to me.Don't go around my back saying unwishful things and then claiming that you heard it from me. Probably I was feeling that certain emotion when I spew it out.You would never know.Cause if you do, you wouldn't speak a single fuck.Stfu, really.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-7117375636279576932009-04-25T17:18:00.004+08:002009-04-25T17:34:03.353+08:00

Late nights, sober contemplations, you're my muse.Have been out daily and hadn't the time or strength to come to this space. I came online just now and saw so many of my tagged photos on Facebook.When I was high... Can't thoroughly remember each picture taken.(dies of embarrassment)My eyebags are horrible.Would be staying out tonight, holy sweet jesus.I guess I should just get myself a Caucasian

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-88613530319826398402009-04-23T12:07:00.002+08:002009-04-23T12:11:10.185+08:00

I'm disappointed in you for believing, for telling me how things went wrong and another day saying another thing, or how those sweet words were fake like melted plastic.Never thought I would say this, but I am so glad I'm over you.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-75701637545774812562009-04-23T12:03:00.005+08:002009-04-25T17:19:31.320+08:00

If I can't have you, I don't want nobody babyI watched his performance last night, it was unique.Now I know who I would be supporting in the finals.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-26490860837334270782009-04-22T21:53:00.004+08:002009-04-22T21:54:18.303+08:00

"Sometimes we have to get lost, to find ourselves."

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-68912770564567896582009-04-22T21:20:00.003+08:002009-04-22T21:25:16.590+08:00

I'm sick of wasting time on these formalities,Please never leave my sideSit-small-rounds crashed my place last night with her bugging the lappy and my computer, I just died on my bed after 3. She woke me up with her "Urghhhh, can't sleep!"): Cui.Work from 12-7pm.Busy day@Tampines SB today...I ditched friends at town for my bed, I'm sorry.Ok one last stick and sleep Zzzz

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-69280053142242215952009-04-20T23:01:00.003+08:002009-04-20T23:15:42.890+08:00

Maybe you got scaredMaybe I have nothing else to sayBut I love youI just saw the post-it that my girl just magnetized on my whiteboard, I feel a gush of happiness. That she cares, that our friendship is still going strongly.Wow, today has been a wow-day.Hectic and havoc.RP for lunch.PS with Nicki and Kellie.Chilled for awhile, 17 again.PS, met Dez and Jy.Home.I miss you, zzxy...

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-71688238597140164082009-04-20T10:34:00.002+08:002009-04-20T10:37:39.713+08:00

QuickieYou're in an excellent position to adapt and get past any obstacles in your way.OverviewYou might think you've got all your ducks lined up in a neat row, but today something will come along to toss a wrench into the works. Luckily, you're in an excellent position to adapt and get past it. Even if you're asked to pick up the pace considerably, you can turn this time challenge into an

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-16789183193684759842009-04-19T20:59:00.004+08:002009-04-19T21:11:05.350+08:00

The way how I passed by a stranger on unfamiliar streets and I inhaled a small whiff of your flavourful, rich smell you wear like a price tag on your skin.Your face lights up in my mind.Dear sweet Jane, how have you been? I've been meaning to tell you that my days have been blue without you in them but as every day passes, it gets easier.Maybe that's why avoidance is evident.Surrounded by people

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-32403862811257644222009-04-18T12:04:00.004+08:002009-04-18T12:12:06.468+08:00

"There's a girl out on the coast of California,There's a world out there and it's waiting for you."Stop questioning me about my hand.Stop questioning me about what I am going to do in life.Stop questioning me about what's up.You'll just receive uninteresting replies,"I've no heck of a clue. Shove off."Who wants to be my happy pill?

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-48756593550313920332009-04-18T02:50:00.003+08:002009-04-18T02:59:47.869+08:00

I've dialed your number, half a thousand times.Hoping just to hear your voice on the other line.Cause if you're not by my side, then tell me what is worth living for?I never had the courage to tell you how I feel.Hi there, I miss your beautiful imperfections. Nothing feels great without you in the picture, neither does a odd room with flaming flags for company.Nothing feels the same.I can do

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-58340153287863891342009-04-17T06:32:00.003+08:002009-04-17T07:10:05.330+08:00

(smiles)I threw myself into the cold shower after I reached home to sober up. Too little to drink but because of the stuff I took, it was rampaging my whole system.Managed to get into Play, by the front door! I think Adel had to go toilet and there was this kind butch who believed me and let me in. Everybody was screaming when I got in (lol)I saw my aunt's friend, they told me to tag with them

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-28151912343628501102009-04-16T15:40:00.000+08:002009-04-16T15:41:37.315+08:00

So tonight sweet dreams and sleep tightIve been trying so hard cant get you out of my mindAnd if this is how it has to be just promise you wont forget meAnd Ill leave you with this lullaby tonight

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-81062150174602977102009-04-16T00:31:00.004+08:002009-04-16T00:39:35.125+08:00

First comes lust, then hits the adoration, then provokes the liking and then, with the big finale,angers you with love.My proposition for today: Do go watch the movie, Knowing.Well spent money for THX theatre style.Tomorrow would be hitting down to Play just to play my luck or not for drinks mash at Dbl O. I'm excited because I forego Butter Factory tonight!Father of all miracles.Would be a busy

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-37746071966565176992009-04-15T15:37:00.001+08:002009-04-15T15:38:42.466+08:00

Can't keep my hands, my hands,Can't keep my hands off the cookie jar You.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-57506203606000623482009-04-15T15:24:00.002+08:002009-04-15T15:35:14.171+08:00

Rant(s):-My hair looks like shit because I'm changing my bangs parting.-!!! I don't feel like replying texts. At all.-I want to drink but I'm mother-of-all-flying-fucks broke.-I should be heading to the shower and over to One Fullerton.-Reggae is on repeat, stfu.-Paris hilton and Lindsay Lohan should be friends and rule the fucking media.\m/ I feel happy. Period.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-71777376868236294932009-04-15T14:48:00.003+08:002009-04-15T15:10:17.355+08:00

I've detached myself from this a time too many, fronted numerously and tried to leave out the details for the unappreciated.When you went, I had no qualms in arguing you back.When you came, I resisted.But when you left, a little of me crushed.Where's your good pals? Where's the ones who said they'll never leave but they are also the one heading towards Exit? Where's them?Take a long look...I'm (

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-65516227627339236692009-04-14T23:41:00.004+08:002009-04-14T23:44:08.855+08:00

Cheer up, chins up, hit me with your smile and tomorrow would come faintly.Dear Mr. Green-face,would you hitch a ride and transport yourself into a condemnation far away from me? Until I can't sense you trembling inside me, until I forget how it feels to be eliminated from reality and punched on the face with time AND go suck on somebody else's life.... I'll still be second from last, wouldn't I?

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-53445536738782743462009-04-14T02:12:00.003+08:002009-04-14T02:22:01.580+08:00

Today was fufilling, honestly. I got my point across, I went to work late by an hour because the manager got the details of my shift wrongly. I was warmly welcomed!!!Had a blast laughing.Did closing today and swapped shift to 9-5am tomorrow!I get to work with my dear sweet Lil (grins sheepishly)Yes, i am, too, wondering what the holy fuck I am doing online at this time...Tomorrow mahjong at Vk's

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-76981961474854452742009-04-13T14:10:00.001+08:002009-04-13T14:10:30.984+08:00

O hai hair, i'm gonna cut you up!!!!

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-5313119299204854192009-04-13T13:38:00.001+08:002009-04-13T13:47:31.628+08:00

I won't come to think in terms if my little heartache had to do something with long, unfriendly nights or that I've been missing you...You could be a dream that I wouldn't want for it to slip away,You could be a monument that I would display in pride,You could be an exaction of time that I would pause,You could be anything but mine.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-83649708222182294112009-04-12T19:54:00.004+08:002009-04-12T22:38:38.672+08:00

I finally got a cigarette!p.s/ Sorry mom, finished your pack.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-1373737336775006842009-04-12T19:18:00.006+08:002009-04-12T22:15:33.791+08:00

Sunday's mix up,I missed the times that we almost sharedI miss the love that was almost thereI miss the times that we use to kissAt least in my dreamsJust let me take my time and reminisceI miss the times that we never hadWhat happened to us we were almost thereWhoever said it's impossible to miss when you never hadNever almost had you(page break)Happy 19th birthday, Zaus. Hopefully 2009 would be

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-44296095264145981222009-04-12T12:43:00.001+08:002009-04-12T12:46:32.473+08:00

It's hard to make a conversation,When you're taking my breath away.I thank god that I found you and that you didn't receive my late night messages yesterday, it would have ruined me. I hope I would come back, stronger.Till then, I hope to hear from you soon.I miss you, sweet Jane.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-71922986099423560092009-04-11T23:17:00.002+08:002009-04-11T23:25:40.317+08:00

I'll be going away, for good.No more late nights, no more waiting by the phone sitting around for hours just for either replies, no more trying to be strong when I am not, no more social cohesion, no more stuffing other people's emotions to my own problems and definitely no more any of you.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-1904450729547890452009-04-10T15:15:00.005+08:002009-04-10T15:24:13.305+08:00

"It's hard to wait around for something you know may never happen,But it's even harder when you know it's everything you want..."-Postsecret.Will I still get one last chance to figure out the kinks to make you happy?If not, I'll just hide under my sheets until everything's swell.Jane, I gotta tips my hat for you.Your smell, your touch and your voice lingers on.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-57622218392410544022009-04-09T17:44:00.002+08:002009-04-09T17:48:13.024+08:00

Honey, i can't spell it out for youThis is far beyond a miss-match of our personalitiesYou insist that life should always be about saving and simplicityBut what a bore that sounds to meAnd yetYou keep on crawling back into my mindAnd lately I'm feeling things that i just can't denyI should know by now this is bound to get messyBut i don't care, no i don't careCause you make me swoonButterflies,

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-32577058840826875082009-04-09T16:38:00.001+08:002009-04-09T16:38:21.884+08:00

Stay safe.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-57824274271070171862009-04-09T14:26:00.002+08:002009-04-09T14:40:47.310+08:00

And girl since, since you been awayDon't you know I sit around with my head hanging downAnd I wonder who's loving youThey say 'Opposites attract'. What do you think?

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-1570357767966339412009-04-09T09:38:00.004+08:002009-04-09T09:53:53.851+08:00

The worst heartache of all signature time is to hold yourself without an inch of movement on the quietest of days and not hear the kinks of your heart just bursting like ripe pods.After that, leaving your safe chastity of your comfort for the outside world to bargain for situations that wouldn't mean less today or tomorrow."You should be focusing on the one you love, instead of the one you loved.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-34049182538245370492009-04-09T06:02:00.003+08:002009-04-09T06:11:35.423+08:00

I almost, I'm glad I didn't. Because if I gave into that sin, I would be like the others. The ones whom you wouldn't want to give a second of your time.Jane, I'm worried for you.Will you be ok? I hope you would.One day, someday, I would show you my wallpaper note.I would tell you that you're her.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-69800833276226739882009-04-08T14:53:00.003+08:002009-04-08T14:58:43.365+08:00

I'm not like the girls that you've knownBut I believe I'm worth coming home toKiss away nightThis girl only sleeps with butterfliesStop being so memorizing, Jane...You'll tug me at my weakest point and I don't wish to.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-63802297492913143352009-04-08T13:43:00.003+08:002009-04-08T13:52:44.804+08:00

I hope tonight would be fantastic, despite my flu.Would you be ecstatic?

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-1285430184019682782009-04-08T02:13:00.003+08:002009-04-08T02:24:19.121+08:00

You're like an Indian summer,In the middle of winter. I wish that I was looking into your eyes.My heart: Boom boom boom, it went.I sound naive trying to make simple gestures sound profound...Today was a heck of a day. Awoken by Fel's world war 3 phonecalls and rushed down to town just for her. Shane didn't turn up, in the end. Both of us caught a movie, "The Unborn". Ate, met Ethel for a while.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-19758540147859989702009-04-07T05:25:00.002+08:002009-04-08T02:26:09.583+08:00

I miss having you near, sweet Jane. Even though the past couple of nights were lonely and drugged with loneliness, just a Goodnight from you, makes everything alright.So sweet Jane, stop being sweet...I'll miss it.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-59592284091774948182009-04-06T13:53:00.004+08:002009-04-06T14:01:15.654+08:00

My throat's raw and nose is up to the nostrils with mucus. I'm a tad too whiny and complains from zero nothing to everything. Even at this state, I'm going out later to kick some zombie ass.I would bid you au revoir,While you silently whisper bonjour in the winter summers.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-41852586417043125002009-04-06T08:57:00.004+08:002009-04-06T09:01:07.372+08:00

For some odd reason, I always end up throwing away the best things in life because it just doesn't fit the pitch. Because I've always felt good things would still end up in the dump.I pray you wouldn't be one of it.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-14248867839247683312009-04-05T23:55:00.004+08:002009-04-06T00:08:39.567+08:00

Dear Jane,She craves for you as her last cigarette and wishes to reach for you in daily regret. She misses the way you smell, the way you taste like sin on her lips, the way how each touch runs through her blood but...She doesn't want you to be her last mistake and her late night habit.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-91568954275247731042009-04-05T18:45:00.003+08:002009-04-05T18:57:21.137+08:00

Où sont vous,Je vous manqueIf only I wasn't caught up in these. If only I could represent the countless of emotions I am interfering. If only I had the strength to pull through and tell you.She's been listening to the sweet melody of the piano the whole day, if her ears had to ache for another wordy song, she would have a mental suicide. A metaphor that would bring her heart fleeing with

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-20367854991588203392009-04-05T06:02:00.000+08:002009-04-05T06:09:20.643+08:00

Je soubaite pour toi.Cruelty in it's most dysfunctional ways.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-19177836530239917442009-04-05T03:46:00.004+08:002009-04-05T03:52:02.230+08:00

Even the friends whom I turned a blind eye to notices. Even the cab drives who I hail for notices. Even acquaintances notices.Never you, not that I blame you (you're such a blind spot)Cause: Too much to drink for this week until my body is collapsing.I called in sick for tomorrow, just got home too.L4D overload today, my brains are twitching.From tonight, I promise, a simple Goodnight will be

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-50457497677687826032009-04-04T15:28:00.001+08:002009-04-04T15:31:33.601+08:00

Have i told you lately?I missed laughing with you.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-28493305855437483002009-04-04T08:06:00.005+08:002009-04-04T08:11:21.133+08:00

Why try when you've been considered redundant.I wished I could react the way I'd want to and tell you that I would be there whenever you need me, even if it was to travel all the way down to talk to you. I can't fix this guilt.Today, you are ill and soul less.Tomorrow, you are forgotten.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-78342256188988188492009-04-04T07:44:00.004+08:002009-04-04T07:55:21.963+08:00

Somedays, convicted like I was the prisoner of my own thoughts.On others, I was the freed enchained disclaimer.I want to stop worrying, to stop giving, to stop feeling.Hearing your voice made everything worth fighting for.Even though there was no battle to begin with.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-48991087852297840922009-04-03T17:43:00.004+08:002009-04-03T17:47:24.477+08:00

I don't want to carry on thinking back how our conversations were brought upon or how sincere your words are. For now, I feel like a sick inpatient.It's those words I couldn't digest, I cannot simply shove it aside.Why you'd to go when I didn't want you to go, why you'd to go when I was still there?How could a night make everything ok?Even sleepless nights never brought happier moments.For the

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-46136412147437927532009-04-03T17:35:00.001+08:002009-04-03T17:40:12.818+08:00

Let me hold youFor the last timeIt's the last chance to feel againBut you broke meNow I can't feel anythingWhen I love you,It's so untrueI can't even convince myselfWhen I'm speaking,It's the voice of someone elseOh it tears me upI try to hold on, but it hurts too muchI try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okayYou can't play on broken stringsYou can't feel anything that your heart

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917517428827956882.post-82023643379833711392009-04-03T17:11:00.003+08:002009-04-03T17:20:51.389+08:00

Death is easy. Life is harder.I didn't even know why I agreed to travel down to Play last night, blowing a load off alcohol and cab fares. There was lesbian drama everywhere.Seriously, I think life would be much interesting without them.Infamous philosophy.You're sweet.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758764218909327000noreply@blogger.com0