228. You and me, salt and pepper, egg and cheese.

Proper updates.

Art exam was pretty blehh. I came to school late with my hair looking like it's been whirred in the fan and got blown apart like a md scientist. Finished Art Paper 1 in less than 10 minutes and had a really bad time trying to sleep when the air cond and fan was blasting directly onto every surace of my cold, aching body.

Paper 2 was a mess. But it actually turned out okay in the end. Throughout the 1st half of the exam, I contemplated on throwing out this one and restarting another but I'm kinda glad I didnt (:

Which means I didn't have to redo them.

Anyway, took snaps of me, Nasri's and Yu Hui's one before we left (:

Nasri's 1st of the 2, which looks pretty okay if you asked me.
Yu Hui's water dragon, just like mine.

The helicopter was just beautiful (:

And lastly, mine.
Which did look horrible at first, but turned out okay.
Regretted not outlining the body ):

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The sky is single toned, the sea looks like it's been through a hurricane, the waves look as limpy as the dragon, there are people drowning with diluted heads, the castle that is stuck deep under just looks like really retarded rocks, the hole that the dragon comes out from can barey fit a frog, the retarded red thing in the background is a smaller version of the limpy dragon, the sun is out of shape.
The birds are dying, the ship which is supposed to be destroyed is still in one piece, the net is so useless but i needed it to fill up space, i didn't outline the body of the dragon so now it looks half finished, the white fin at the bottom looks like a mistake, the tongue is as ugly as a snake, the teeth is orange a bit cause it got smeared with the background, and the red smudge on the sea on the left was supposed to be a retarded reflection of the sun.
Plus the scales have so many shades of white, i didnt now how else to mix the colours.

Last but never least.

GOOD LUCK ON NEW ZEALAND NASRI!
TELL THE ICE I LOVE THEM!
GOOD LUCK WITH THE SHEEP AND GRASS!!
GOOD LUCK WITH THE FIRST TOUCH OF SNOW THING!!
DONT HURT YOUR BACK OR I WILL BREAK IT (:

Going to Laos later.
Gotta wake up at 4am.
Eeep.

Night, everybody.

227. Yes, I'll take you in. Greasy hair, baggy jeans, gray sweatshirts and all.

Okay. Every two weeks or so, I have a fanatical obsession with someone.

This time around, it's

John Mayer.

He's practically as sexy as Orlando Bloom, with or without his tattoos.

Yes. I would take him in. Greasy hair, baggy jeans, gray sweatshirts and all.
( :

226. Cyanide and Happiness.

Lool.

Why didn't I find this photo before yesterday?

Cyanide and Happiness (:

225. The reality is seeping into my dreams. Baby, don't wake me up.

It's 4 in the morning, and my eyes can't seem to close. My nose is blocked and I sound like a bleeping horn and really loud fart when I sniff in really hard. My brain is just about the size of a fucking puny pea right now, so screw Econs tomorrow, cause nothing's going into my head. I was peeling at my lips for about an hour cause I couldn't sleep, and now it's practically torn to shreds and bleeding so bad, it looks like I have giant sized ulcers on my retarded excuse of lips.

My head is just spinning like I've gotten way too many swigs of larger, and my throat feels like it's been closed up cause I can't lie down and breathe properly when I try to look at my legs. My eyes feeling like they've been in one too many Happy Tree Friend shows, and have been shreded, grinded, boiled, hung from trees, blended, squashed, peed on, and lots more others which I'm too lazy to say, and I can't really see.

My feet feel like they've been dipped in ice for the past hour, and my body is practically frozen still on my bed. There's been lots of things on my mind, things that mattered, things that didn't, things that I want to care about, things that I couldn't care less. I don't know anything substancial anymore, and my judgements are always shrouded by my feelings, and dreadful rush of emotions.

I've always had a pathetic ability to tell when something's wrong, and now my system is code red. Everything's going horribly wrong, and it's ringing alarms throughout my entire body, tingling, a disgusting heartpulling sensation I don't really want to go through again.

Things to do for tomorrow:

1. Flunk Econs.

2. Catch up on my sleep.

3. Get a memory card for my camera.

4. Pack for Laosy Laos.

5. Doodle.

Btw, I'm doing the costumes for Stunners boys and girls! Yippee, another thing to add on my list of things to do.

Goodmorning, lovers.

See you when the sunshines.

<3

224. A graceful vigor of temperament.

Teck Tsen Nicole

*Throws a small piece of paper and misses the table entirely*

It says: 16.

I said: How am I going to write the answer in such a small space?

*Throws back and didn't miss*
*Throws back a bigger piece and misses the table again*

It says: 16.

Crams all the answer into the small piece, over the 16 written.

*Throws back and didn't miss. Again*

*Throws back and hits the ground. Again*

It says: I forgot what question.

Seriously, how bimbo can a guy get?

Anyway, maths paper one was a breeze, got through without trying to kneed my skull for the answer, or closing my eyes and stabbing my paper for a guess.

Paper 2 was just shit.

It was so difficuilt, and I couldn't even begin to answer let alone know how to solve everything. Doodled a lot, but I realized Mr. Gandi was gonna mark the paper, so I liquided everything off. The numbers got jumbled up in my head, the formulas were a foreign language, the diagrams were insignificant lines on the white sheet.

And the worst part is all I could understand was who set the paper =.=

Ah. Praise the Math God for giving me such a useless, mathless brain.

Me and Lucas went out today. Lucas got a double shrimp burger from Wendy's and I got J and Co doughnuts. I can feel them go right down my thighs, but who cares? Lucas's burger was the bomb, it was steaming hot, and when he was eating it, he looked like a weirdo monkey cause he bit the burger and it was hot and he blew out at the same time while sucking in his cheeks. Haha. I got Tiramisu, Coffee Chocolate (which Lucas finished half of), and Lucas ate the icing one.

Today was all in all a bit turtle, but pretty okay.

(:

223. The Tempest.

You are the Tempest,
Riding along the winds of the hurricane,
A sweeping force of nature,
Anarchy,
A rebellion,
A pandemonium never captured.

There are more fingers on these hands,
Than those that you have spoken.
And for those sheer words,
Gladly, I lay my being as a token.

Though try as I may,
I still contradict my own words.
The very thoughts.
The memories that course through my veins.
Effortlessly taunting what I can’t be.
Because everything I want to reach,
Is well within sight,
But out of mind.

Though you stand before me,
The Tempest seeking from a mere shrub.
What more could I do?
I sit and wait, no doubt.

You are the Tempest,
Riding along the breeze of the cyclone,
A graceful vigor of temperament,
Mayhem,
An uprising,A turmoil never restrained.

222. There's so many things left to say.

You want to know what's hurting? You are, you are hurting and raming me down to get to my core, before you rip every part of me to shreds, and leave me to fall endlessly into your abyss. Dream on, babe. I'll be able to stand this pain forever.

When are you going to let go? When are you going to get your senses in gear and tell yourself that this whole thing wouldn't work out? Cause I'd be here, watching you, a silouhette at the end of the corridor, a light to shine your way at any moment given. Just understand that if you wait too long, I may not be here for you anymore.

It's 2am, and I'm supposed to be sleeping. I'm cramming whatever leftover information into that cramp little brain of mine, but everything is falling out of my ears. I have the concentration span of a 3 year old, and 15 minutes is as far as I can go before starting to doodle around the page and daydream about things. My eyes are burning with agony but I can't seem to shut them. It's the dreams that are keeping me awake. The dreams that I don't remember that scare me so. I can't go on living this week like it's another nightmare I can dismiss the moment I open my eyes. Reality is not going to leave me alone. I'm just so tired of crap, so so so tired.

221. How many days in a year, she woke up with hopes but she only found tears.

Today wasn’t really a purple day for me. I saw a purple shirt that I couldn’t buy cause my pockets were so empty and full of cobwebs and spiders, saw a purple shirt that looked like it’s been smeared in dog poop twenty times over, saw purple makeup that looked like someone punched the hell out of that girl’s eye, bought purple socks which I had to pay for myself, my purple pen ran out of ink because I dropped it (fuck my retarded pen using skills), I gave away 3 purple shirts I couldn’t wear anymore (fuck me for being fat), my purple shoes are dirty (fuck me for using them for cheer), saw a really ugly pair of shoes that were disco purple and I almost puked on them cause they looked like they would fit on a bimbo who’s eyes were at her butt (fuck it).


Today would have been a yellow day.


I bought yellow socks, and Lucas paid for those.


Yummy yummy sun shine.

220. Love is one hell of a senseless emotion.

I spaced out during Commerce Paper 2 today.

Yupp.

For half an hour thinking about celebs, cause I didn't know how to answer the questions.

I waited for 2 hours, sweating like a rabid Doberman, for my dad.

Did nothing productive what-so-ever.

Prayed for it to go away, and guess what? It didn't.

Oh god, just my luck.

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I'm maturing faster than I think I should, even though I act like I have the understanding of an 8 year old. Everything that passes me by seems a whole lot more difficuilt because of the way my over complicated mind tends to comprehend things. Nothing's simple anymore, nothing's the same. I just want to rewrite my whole entire life again. It's so funny, I'm not even kidding. I feel so venerable, too believing at time. I just want to let go, just forget and move on.

219. Sanity leaves nothing untouched.

I can feel my writing flowing freely from these hands of mine again. I realized ever since this crazy hectic year started, I've absolutely given up on my piano, sketching, painting ( except for the occasional ones in class), finishing my canvas, and writing. I thought it was long gone, but at least it was one of the things I did that stuck around a bit.

Basketball has greedily eaten all my conciousness. I'm kinda wavering between sleeping and everything else in between. Form 4 has actually been way crazier than I thought it would be. I had more duties, more assignments, more deadlines, more shorter deadlines, homework to finish on time, and a whole lot of crap that my social life has practically dipped so far down, It's lower than the soles of my shoes.

And of course, the little teeny weeny problems that just explode with fireworks, explosives and what not. Man whores, bitchy guys are going to overtake the world soon enough, and the saying good boys come last will evaporate into the air with all the kindness and sincerity that they should possess.

I'm talking crap, just extracting stuff out of my brain to blog, about because even if there is something way better and productive to do, nothing beats sitting in front of your computer, typing to yourself like the world is listening to you.

Just been bombarded with so much things, it's bringing me down, and I just want to drop them all and let everyone else take on this undying responsibility. I'm struggling to stay awake now, till then.

218. Growing up was just a euphemistic way to describe growing more cynical and inhibited.

I’m a rush of emotions, venerable to a disgusting point of no return. I hang onto every last word, overanalyze everything that you say, and then I find that you are as hard to predict as lightning striking over my rain splashed window. You are turmoil of beauty; a chaos wrapped together and sent to turn my world into a hurricane of pandemonium and anarchy.

How the repulsive, sickening way she manages to twist your mangled heart, and make you fall for her over and over again will forever remain an ambiguity. You are covered in elusiveness, an imprecision with all her distorted sense of amusement she veils underneath her smile.

She strings you up like a puppet, orders every single attention from you, and resents the way you bestow them upon her. She winds you up like a toy; makes you go in endless, never-ending circles, till you find you have been no where except in her grasps once again. Still she has you within her reach, well within her sight, so close you can never be let go.

Your heart is intertwined with the fingers on her arms, as she, the Puppeteer, and you, the slave to do her behest. And shall such a beautiful thing slip away from her, I shall never ever know.

Because she still has you, and claims you with the moment she asks of you her love, tosses your feelings about. You are under her control, loving her by a strong force of guilt and culpability, and not your hearts desire, leaving you bewildered once again.

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Has your heart been incapable to think on it's own? Or are you once again under her spell, and she who has control over everything that you are, and everything else you could ever be ?

217. Why does every guy in my life let me down.

Life has once again been a bore to me. My headache is splitting my head in two. Notice how much my blog has turned into Elle's? Anyway, sleep is as scarce as red suns, and my eyebags are the size of whoopie cushions. The 2nd dance for ballet is both weird and time consuming, and the other class students seem so diva it's annoying.

Dinner is on the way, I can smell it.

My title? Yes, I have just realized every guy in my life has actually let me down, but I don't wanna talk about it. I am currently addicted to CS 1.6 and I have no idea why. Just spent my whole evening playing it over and over again.

God, the smell is tantalizing.

Dinner, I am coming.

216. Sleep as though the sun would not come, my love.

I know how exams have sapped all the strength left in everyone's brain, especially the pure science students, who have exams almost everyday of the week. I know how everyone's right brain seems a whole lot deflated and of course their fingers squeezed half to death by the pen. I also know how everyone is thinking YAY! 50 minute break! I can study, and go off and warble silently to themselves the notes over and over.

I happen to be nothing like the above, so thank god I had only half my common sense in tact when I decided to take Humanities.

Just came back from Shaun's house just now. Had yummy Chipsmore and milk. Mum and dad didn't know we left the house for about 2 hours. Then again mum2 and dad2 didn't exactly mind cause we were there so often. Just walked around and talked about their mini prom at the club. Pretty boring I heard. Lol.

Anyway, the energy from my body is being absorbed by the computer because I feel more and more tired and the screen keeps getting brighter and brighter, causing my head to pulse with the retarded headache I've been having for days.

Ugh.

My younger brother snores like a bursted air pipe.

Night my loves.

214. For eyes that seek emptiness, drown in those of mine.

"What's the reason you are still here?"

"I came back for you."

There it is again. The thing she says that unravels the chains around his heart, brings his guard down so sudden and fast. His eyes manifested upon her porcelain skin, before shying away from her beauty. As the smell of cinnamon and summer rises from the sweet scent of her hair, she holds her to him, gently but strong. His entire being swallows her whole, crossing his arms over her back, burying his face into her shoulder, taking her in forever.

Their embrace was locked on and no being in the universe could tear them apart.

She brushed back his hair as he held her slender arm. Their foreheads touched as smiles played on their lips. He caresses her hair, and she runs her fingers through his. Their noses touched, and soon the softness of her lips was all that seared across his mind.

They were lost in a world of passion, where problems drifted away like shrivelled leaves on an autumn's day. The silence was beauty as the world crash around the place they stood. Then, she pulls apart for a breath, and then a long sigh.

"I have to go."

He smiles sadly, and held her hands like they were the most precious things in the world. She takes a step back, and another, and another. It took every ounce of his strength not to lurch forward and engulf her in his arms. Their interlaced fingers slipped through one by one, each carrying a piece of him away till the last of her was only the imprint of her soft skin.

And he knew the moment he let her go, she was gone from him forever.

Why, of all the people in the world, was the love he treasured the most stolen away by another?

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HOMAGOD. THIS IS THE SHITZ.
Chloe, I know you LIKE IT (:

Stole this off Melisa's blog (;

213. I believe in angels.

I've been going crazy with editing all my pictures cause, obviously, boredom has been having me in it's grasps for the past eternity. What would I do without you, oh beautiful (but slightly retarded) camera?

Anyway, moral was the shits. It was the most funniest and stupid papers I've ever taken, cause I don't think there's a moral value if you build hidroelectrical dams for the community. I don't even think there's a moral value for hydroelectric.

The day is also sucky because I woke up late today, and eventually couldn't sleep through the 2 and a half hours of mind numbingly boring moral paper because I had already slept to much. So, I started writing snippets of what I was thinking of at that time onto the paper, which is eventually going to be marked by Ms. Bindu, and when I get back the paper, I will get 100 boost marks for writing so good english.

Not =.=

Today was an averagely sucky day, considering that Kris Allen won American Idol, it had just made the whole day a little bit worse.

A little bit. Teeny weeny little bit.

But still, worst.

Creepy Nicole.

212 AI SPOILERS :D:D

For those of you who don't want spoilers, DON'T SCROLL DOWN. It will break your fragile heart into a fucking million pieces. Thank you (:

DID MA GAY BABY WIN AMERICAN IDOL?

NO HE FUCKING DIDNT.

THE AMERICAN CUNTS!

Anyway, the cutie pie won! (:

Kinda happy laah. He's so cute.

BUT HE'S MARRIED AND ADAM IS SINGLE!

AND GAY!

AND COOL!

SIGH.

211. I'll be your star if you'll be my night in shining armour.

I think I did a pretty good job on the uniforms.

Miss you guys (:

Yay! Go Kris Allen.

Actually I want gay fag to win more.


GO ADAM GAY LAMBERT!

I THINK YOU'RE SEXY BUT I CAN'T MARRY YOU CAUSE YOU'RE GAY.

WHY OH WHY?!

saya suka menghisap dada.
*DADAH
omg, ew.
i have just entirely screwed up my brain in one sentence.
DADA!
shadaaaaap.
i hate typos.
=,=
yeah..makes you feel dumb
makes me feel weird, and stupid.

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Edit in my cameraa.

Okay done that.
Elle, Yu Hui.
Your turn (:

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I've gone till the end with you, put up with all your fed up, fucked up looks and the disgusting way you've been with me. I have been down, pushed around and been slammed into the fucking ground for you and now you have left me with no dignity, and no heart. You are a worthless, unforgiving, grudge carrying whore, who is more of a girl than you are of a man. You are cowardly, wholesomely metrosexually in love with yourself, and I despise you and everything you did to upset me and hurt me with your words. Hopefully, and I wish this with all my heart that one day that you'll die as lonely as you claim to be, and you will have a gun to your temples, and I'll relish the thought of pulling the trigger. Gan.

210.

TODAY WAS A BORING DAY.

I went to school for a while though.

Get some stuff :D

I'm supposed to be studying, but I did the following (:

I experimented with my lamp.
It was purely for fun.

And for my eyes to look cool.

Obviously, my headache just shot to the most intolerable height of pain.

But it was worth it.

I think.

ANYWAY dotdotdot

WHAT THE FUCK.

I HAVE PECS.

ONLY 2 BUT

AM I COOL OR WHAT?

what!
I ALSO HAVE STRETCH MARKS.

EXCESS SKIN.

SCRATCH MARKS.

AND AN UGLY BELLY BUTTON.

BUT I DONT CARE!

I'M GOING TO EAT LOTS AND LOTS OF CAKE TODAY! (:

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NEXT ON THE LIST dotdotdot

And here we have a dog, who seems to be playing dead.

Dogs like these are actually posing for the camera.

They are vain, fat, and overly fed by their owners.

Most of the time, they cry like babies just to get attention.

And THEY GET THE ATTENTION.

My little baby's booboo is bigger (:

The little schmuckle.

I can't seem to take a picture of it though ):

My puppy has turned into a...

A DOG.

A big fat whiney little bitch of a dog.

But I love him (:

Ahma Nicole

You are your mother's daughter, and he is your son.
Yes, ahma. I need to take care of him like he is my son.

My grandma just laughed and hobbled off =.=

PURPLE!

209.

208. Hotel 626.

Yi Shuen Nicole

WHAT THE HELL YI SHUEN
YOU KNOW I'M FUCKING SCARED OF HORROR SHIT.
lol
><

THE FUCKING GIRL MUTHERFUCKING SCARED THE FUCK OUT OF ME
which girl?
THE MUTHERFUCKING GIRL IN THE FUCKING DARK
oh...
me and my brothers got damn shocked.
we screamed
leon and i fell down from the chair
lucas ran from the room
omg
haha

ehhh
keep playin
=<

u hvn't reach d baby part yet

yerr. dowan.

ur suppose 2 sing d baby 2 sleep

OR ELSE ?

u'll die aha

THE MUTHERFUCKIN BABY WILL TURN INTO A FUCKING FUGLY ZOMBIE AND FUCKING SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF MY EYEBBALLS.

nooooooooo

dying actually sounds way better.

lol

jst ply it

pls

A big mutherfucking no, Yi Shuen.

207. I could so totally afford this car.

Alex says:
i like starbucks..
Alex says:
i. am
Alex says:
coming
Alex says:
out
Alex says:
of
Alex says:
the
Nicole. Dessert or disaster. says:
giggle
Alex says:
closet!


Alex says:
hey
Alex says:
who's there?
Alex says:
banana
Alex says:
banana who?
Alex says:
i like bananas cause they look like penises

Nicole. Dessert or disaster. says:
i like flowers
Nicole. Dessert or disaster. says:
cause i'm gay


CORRUPTION OVERLOAD.
I'M ON A ROLL :D

206. This is a big world, that was a small town, there in my rearview mirror disappearing now.

This is Justen Lee (:

My Jas and Jon's younger brother.

And Juju's twin brother.

It felt like just a while ago I could have been holding that baby in my hands, and I was only about 2.

And now, this little baby has grown up so much :D ( In exactly 13 years later.) Btw, I would so date you, but that would be weird :D

Ayway, you better not extend your stay in China, or I'll take a knife and fake China good and come running after you.

God, I miss you guys ):

Loves loves loves a bajimillion times.

I need a renewal of everyone's pictures ASAP (: