168. Quest Crew, Bitches.

Ryan's shablam after his back flip.

Unbelievable ! (:

Plus he's a hair dresser, he's straight, and he's cute.

LOL :D

Unofficial group take with Lydia Paek or soemthing like that (:


Dom/ D-Trix's facial expression is priceless.
Hahaha (:



Hak slapping Steve during their kickboxing week.
I don't think everyone caught Steve's butterfly in the middle.
His feet hitted all the beats in song ! :DD


Blindfolded in Britney Spears's Toxic.( :

Omg this is damn fake.
It's like a blind superman jump over 2 people :O

This was the magic week.

They stuck a stick through someone's body.

I forgot who (:

Lalalala.

Scarily, Feng reminds me scarily of Eugene.

He's on the far right (:

Group picture in purple ! (:

I think Ryan is hottest ! (:

And he can really really breakdance ! :D

But D-Trix and Hak are superr cute :P

<3333

167. Earth hour, an escapade to a dream world.

Earth hour was awesome.

Technically it was Earth 8 Hour 20 minutes but it's okay :D

We turned off our lights and went to look for Shaun and the Brothers, then ended up walking to Marianne's house to kacau them. There were these two hippie looking guys who went around knocking on people's doors and pressing on their intercoms and saying, "Dude, turn off your lights. It's earth hour yo."

Haha. Damn funny. And they have that weird reggae raspy accent (:

Anyway. Ryan and I said Happy Earth Hour to a few people on the way and met up at the park with Cairynne, Antonio, Han San (?), and Vanessa and had a super long chat. Then we met these sisters that looked super young (:D), Cheryl and Jane, but were more matured then they were. Their dog was called CC.

But Ryan thought it was Sexy. And then it became Bobo/Bobobo/Twinkle Toes :D Then we met with Shaun's friend Shiyonn and a few other KDU people which was kinda funny.

We walked back to Marianne's and watched a movie and ordered yummy McDonalds. Yippee! Then we watched Employee of the Month, predictable and super cuteee! :D

Then we ate and talked and left the house at about 1am to Shaun's place.

And we talked about almost anything to each other. (Shaun, Ryan, Me, Lucas, Cheryl and Jane). It was so fun and there was this point where there was sounds coming from outside, and we got so shocked that I ran into the toilet but it was a false alarm.

By the time Jane drove us home it was about 4.15am I think (:

Now, it's about 20 minutes before my maids wake up and start their morning. I've got 6 hours of dance practice tomorrow, and less than 3 hours of sleep.

Ahh, Fuck me.

The Best 8 and 29 Minutes Earth Day In The World.

(:

166.

So I've been wanting to skip my SPM since forever, but I didn't know how to skip it without skipping prom altogether. I worked out like a super cool scheme, all I need now is a college. Well most of you know I love the colour purple, haha. That was way out of context (:

Okay. Most of you know that I wanted to do interior designing ever since, ever. Like, totally! I've been checking out colleges in France, mostly Paris, and I found the Lisa school of applied arts. Omg, the campus is mega cooool, and the dorms are so nicee! (:

So, I planned to skip 3 months of the first half doing a little study leave thing, OR I'll jsut go for some studeny exchange program (: I'm gonna skip either the first half or the second half, haha. I can't do my SPM if I skip either! Then I'll go for proms and farewells, then I'll leave to Paris officially the next year.

After I can drive that is (:

And I'll be gone long before you know it.

165. Promises break, and lovers will lie.

Just another, to try and push you away.
To try and make myself forget about you.
I don't hope for you to understand,
and I take back the things I didn't say.

I meant to tell you that I was thinking of you.
And that you filled me up with bubbles of happiness.
I wanted to tell you so much, but I'm glad I didn't.

Cause I take them all back.

And it's better now, I don't see your face when I look away.

164. Lalalanasrilalalalala.

*modnasri says:
hahah i also see u saw my yellow shoes
8D

Nicole says:
dont remind me
and dont you fucking dare wear them.
if they are torn, ripped, stabbed, dirty, stained, soiled, wet, smelly, and vadalized beyond recognition, you know where to find me
( :

*modnasri says:
hahah its soo cool its matches with everything
well almost everything

Nicole says:
what your face ?
( :

*modnasri says:
-_-

Nicole says:
oh sorry, I just had to spite you because I dont have the shoes myself

*modnasri says:
-___________- <--Elle.

Nicole says:
lols. YEAH I KNOW , so annoying
EH ARE YOU COMING TOMORROW DONT CHANGE THE FUCKING SUBJECT I DONT LIKE IT ARE YOU COMING OR AM I GOING TO SHIT ON YOUR SHOES AND KILL MY SWOLLEN CLEAVAGE SHOWING BABY ? (inside joke)

*modnasri says:
uh yea im coming

Nicole says:
okay good ( :
I find that I'm extremely persuasive dont you ?

*modnasri says:
-___________________________________-

Nicole says:

that's so Elle, Nasri.
I'M BLOGGING ABOUT THIS NOW

Lalalalalala (:

You do know I love you right?
More like your shoes *cough*
But I just didn't wanna tell everyone!

Ooops.

( :

Giggle.

They tried to kill chilvary but we brought it back.

Lostprophets<3
I swear, after so long I'm still so god damn addicted to this band.

They're soo soo soo damn goooood.

And I still have to thank Eugene, though his quirky sense of music.

Haha. This one was good though (:

Standing on the rooftops, waiting for the bombs to drop.

This is all we've got now, screaming till your heart stops.

Never gonna regret, watching every sunset.

Listen to your heartbeat, all the love we found.
Scream your heart out.

- Lostprophets

My Favourite Highway<3

Yes, I admit. It's my latest obsession.
What happened to Ben Whishaw? Jason Castro? Adam Levine?

Lalala. Somewhere at the back of my head.
My Favourite Highway is beyond awesome (:

Lalalove.

If you've ever heard a beating heart

A rhythm for the songs we're too afraid to sing

Nobody here is perfectly fine

A delicate frame, a fragile design

- My Favourite Highway.

162. We're the new faced of failures, prettier and younger but not any better off.

I’m staring, lost for words. Why do I keep bleeding myself dry for you? Getting up to let you have the sadistic, cruel bliss of battering my down again. I don’t stand up for myself, don’t stand up for anyone else I could imagine except you.

I don’t know why you’re the exception, or maybe I do. Maybe it’s because you are so remarkably unparallel to anyone I know of, so much till even my judgment is shrouded in the clouds. I have no more words to say to you, nothing left of me to give, because everything I have you have taken and destroyed and pounded into nothing more than pulp of sand in the desert.

You admit to how much you are ignorant to feeling, how you can exclude yourself from people and still remain covered and veiled by the very ones you were avoiding. How can someone who'd rather secludes himself from the world still remain cherished and unharmed by godly hands?

Sometimes, I doubt I’m thinking clearly. I don’t think you exist, a figment of my imagination, a fabrication of my thoughts. Nothing can be created to be so invulnerable to all emotion, the only thing made to make us cower away and hide.

So I am asking you, are you real or are you just a part of me I want to be? I’m confused and lost in my train of thought, in my sea of dreams. I’m just waiting for a shadow on the ripple in the surface, a stretched out hand to bring me out of the ecstasy of the ocean.