<?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-7147156828223736682</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:10:18.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nicole.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-1771304469360503168</id><published>2010-12-09T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:00:46.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, im really sincerely sorry about what has happened alright? Guys, let's not have hard feelings towards each other alright? pls~ D': i dwanna let this influenced our friendship. I know im one of them at fault. Cause i went back on my words. But i've alr apologised a lot of times. So, yeah. That's all what i wanna tell'ya. Hope y'all will understand, forgive &amp;amp; forget. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-1771304469360503168?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/1771304469360503168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=1771304469360503168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/1771304469360503168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/1771304469360503168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-im-really-sincerely-sorry-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-6527416284853711851</id><published>2010-12-09T10:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T10:05:19.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[1230am] Idkiisfilwy. h? Iaathwri. Aidwitha. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[0202am] Itily. h? Itiwjlttde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-6527416284853711851?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/6527416284853711851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=6527416284853711851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/6527416284853711851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/6527416284853711851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/12/idkiisfilwy.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-7419532944814112023</id><published>2010-12-03T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T00:09:02.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awww.. i've a sudden crave to be in a relationship. To be cared and loved my someone whole-heartedly. But i know that we'd be hurt if we go in to a relationship just because we want it. Not b'cos it comes by itself. Yet, w/o trying, we'd neh know/find that particular someone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-7419532944814112023?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/7419532944814112023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=7419532944814112023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/7419532944814112023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/7419532944814112023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/12/awww.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-4614969237696915134</id><published>2010-11-30T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:33:58.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Working at the bakery shop is awesome but tiring much. Try standing for six hours everyday and you'd know how tiring it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I suddenly rmb-ed about this conversation i had with atiqah while waiting for bus just now.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Won't it be awesome if we had a cute &amp;amp; hot guy as our boyf?&lt;br /&gt;A : i alr have one.&lt;br /&gt;And i became speechless. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Haha, what a sweet and cute girl she is. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-4614969237696915134?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/4614969237696915134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=4614969237696915134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/4614969237696915134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/4614969237696915134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/11/working-at-bakery-shop-is-awesome-but.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-6811018064260337643</id><published>2010-11-29T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:28:00.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear&amp;nbsp;anonymous,&lt;br /&gt;sorry for accusing you. i didn't know it wasn't you that said such things about me til .. told me. well, so yeah, sorry eh.&lt;br /&gt;p.s/ i know you can't see it but typing it out somehow makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Love, nicole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-6811018064260337643?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/6811018064260337643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=6811018064260337643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/6811018064260337643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/6811018064260337643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-sorry-for-accusing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-5389678706496590506</id><published>2010-11-26T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T13:10:33.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>umm,&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i did that out of pity, not love. But ite, i did slowly fall for you didn't i? But then, by that time, we're like sorta drifting alr huh? I dont blame anyone luh, not you either. Now that i've gotten over you, then i know what'd happened exactly. Thinking back, i realised i've been a silly girl. Still not matured yet. I thought i've matured after the previous relationship, but i guess not. I still got a long way to go in life, experiencing more things as i grow older, and be more mature, in terms of actions and thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-5389678706496590506?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/5389678706496590506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=5389678706496590506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/5389678706496590506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/5389678706496590506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/11/umm-i-realised-that-i-did-that-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-8914269404929679960</id><published>2010-11-23T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:50:13.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dedication letter for SF&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear SFs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks loads.&amp;nbsp;Thanks for being there for me when i needed it.&amp;nbsp;Thanks for caring for me.&amp;nbsp;Thanks for cheering me up whenever im down.&amp;nbsp;Thanks for enduring my randomness.&amp;nbsp;Thanks for those listening ears.&amp;nbsp;And many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks'ya for everything.&amp;nbsp;W/o y'all, i dk how long am i gonna be enclosed in a world of misery. Thanks to y'all, i've finally walked out of it. Thanks SF! :'D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-8914269404929679960?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/8914269404929679960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=8914269404929679960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/8914269404929679960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/8914269404929679960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/11/dedication-letter-for-sf-dear-sfs.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-8569251778331533029</id><published>2010-11-23T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:51:15.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hypocrites&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, what's wrong with those people? i seriously can't stand those hypocrites. childish much. we're alr fifteen, grow up ppl. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright people, i think i've become much more childish than before. But well, i like it. With the SFs, i won't mind being childish. Childish actions is not equal to childish mindset. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, lemme dedicate a post for the SFs. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-8569251778331533029?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/8569251778331533029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=8569251778331533029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/8569251778331533029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/8569251778331533029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/11/gosh-whats-wrong-with-those-people-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-7371855514794040725</id><published>2010-11-20T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T21:25:54.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AtiqahPutra's bside me now~ LOL.&lt;div&gt;I was darned pissed off ytd. I&amp;nbsp;think i just keep losing my way.And, my phone failed me, totally out of batt. Plus, i didn't ate for 6 whole hours!! :@ Ite, i end up at far east plaza, eating alone. Sighsigh, sad life. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to work at the bakery shop. :) It seriously more worth it. $5/h, from afternoon til night. I won't be so tired too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss SF~ (although i saw some of them today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss class chalet~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss our times tgt, suddenly. (as in friendship)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmm, well, i think im missing a lot of things. but, i just can't seem to put them in words. just let it flow in my mind~ ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-7371855514794040725?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/7371855514794040725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=7371855514794040725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/7371855514794040725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/7371855514794040725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/11/atiqahputras-bside-me-now-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-7905164841155032738</id><published>2010-11-18T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:12:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of work = tired. And its not due to working too hard but having to wake up early. Whoa, and if i continue this work, i guess i'll be dead beat for not having enough sleep. Well, im still deciding whether to continue this job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current job&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;have to wake up at 640, work starts at 830. -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bused to amk alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no friends to communicate with, so lonely = bored. lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work is not very challenging = not fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pay, 27/day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bakery shop job&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;near to grandparents' house, don't needa wake up so early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more freedom at grandparents' house. no nagging.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have friends, not lonely. lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;challenging = more fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pay, 4/h.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;hmmmm, seems like the bakery job shop is more interesting huh? how? but its confirm more tiring. but more pay. if i work for one month, i can get $1440. tempting much! but im still not aware if there's any vacancy. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GR, i know you'd read. hahaha. suggest one lehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-7905164841155032738?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/7905164841155032738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=7905164841155032738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/7905164841155032738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/7905164841155032738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-day-of-work-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-6910275655803170334</id><published>2010-11-18T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:48:51.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seeing those loving couples, makes me wanna fall back into love again. But im afraid of the outsomes/hurts, at the end of the relationship. All i want in a relationship is just to last long. Isit so difficult? And when will this ever come true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-6910275655803170334?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/6910275655803170334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=6910275655803170334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/6910275655803170334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/6910275655803170334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/11/seeing-those-loving-couples-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-7285955074846138496</id><published>2010-11-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:43:03.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe everything in this world is fated. knowing who your true friends are, falling in love with someone etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;i miss those days. Those days whr we were so close to each other. We'd text each other everyday, talk otp almost every night, lunch tgt, slack tgt and go out tgt. Its amazing to have a friend like you. In fact, you're just like a close bro of mine. Unfortunately, &amp;nbsp;a guy and girl can never be close friends forever. One would certainly fall for the other. And, i did fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how we first met and gradually came to know more about each other.&lt;br /&gt;I developed puppy feelings for you when i was sec one b'cos of rumors. I know the difference between love and like. Then, i only have puppy feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;We drifted away when i was sec two, and you, sec three. Through the year, my puppy feelings for you has alr faded away. It was til the end of the year then you started to text me again. Slowly, we became closer.You treated me so well. Those&amp;nbsp;sweet talks, were quite irresistible. It was the first time in my life a guy treats me so well, i swear. I love your cute smile, attractive eyes and generosity, You must have spent quite a sum of money on me. Treating me&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;we go and eat tgt.&lt;br /&gt;When you're sad, you'd share your troubles with me. But you don't really say it, and i have to guess them myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-7285955074846138496?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/7285955074846138496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=7285955074846138496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/7285955074846138496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/7285955074846138496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/11/maybe-everything-in-this-world-is-fated.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-4540174910515882806</id><published>2010-11-14T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:05:45.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe what you did was right. We shouldn't contact each other alr. This point of time is the best to let me forget about our past. 8 months. Its enough. I don't wanna allow it to spoil my mood anymore. Ytd was the last time. Friends are enough to make my life happy and interesting. They're part of my everyday's life. The past, doesn't matter anymore. The present and the future, is what i should appreciate. Please don't let history repeat itself again. Im glad with the kind of life im having now. Maybe its better off w/o you in my life. Maybe all these are just fated. I know we can change our own fate. But sometimes, we must really admit to fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-4540174910515882806?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/4540174910515882806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=4540174910515882806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/4540174910515882806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/4540174910515882806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/11/maybe-what-you-did-was-right.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-7912896221485855671</id><published>2010-11-08T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:41:18.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's wrong with me!? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-7912896221485855671?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/7912896221485855671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=7912896221485855671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/7912896221485855671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/7912896221485855671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-2235369451606066114</id><published>2010-11-01T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:51:19.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We used to&amp;nbsp;be tgt everyday. Now? There's not even a day where&amp;nbsp;everyone&amp;nbsp;is present. I seriously hate freinds drifting from each others over time. Why can't eveyone make an effort to stay tgt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ain't blaming anyone for these. Im just venting it here. That's all. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-2235369451606066114?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/2235369451606066114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=2235369451606066114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/2235369451606066114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/2235369451606066114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/11/sf-we-used-to-tgt-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-2491968116336698704</id><published>2010-10-19T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:01:26.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;POOL PARTY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome day to rmb. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; you , you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; me, we're a happy family.&lt;br /&gt;with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;won't you say you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt; me too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s, random me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-2491968116336698704?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/2491968116336698704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=2491968116336698704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/2491968116336698704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/2491968116336698704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/10/pool-party-awesome-day-to-rmb_19.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-2909465544049909602</id><published>2010-10-17T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T18:06:44.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;16th'oct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Had an awesome time with gr, ys, atiqah, carine, nurul, sam, qs. L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ooking forward to 18th'oct. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Planning before going out is seriously way better than not planning and just going out, meeting friends and dk where to go next.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hope everything and everyone is getting better. :D&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/7147156828223736682-2909465544049909602?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/2909465544049909602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=2909465544049909602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/2909465544049909602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/2909465544049909602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/10/16thoct.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-2967090468425692265</id><published>2010-10-09T01:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T18:15:56.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Guys say things that they don't really mean, but girls take it to heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Have been having mood swings recently. im easily upset and pissed over small matters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I hate it when i'm just filled with sadness and I don't even know why, for no reason I get depressed I just hate that. pardon me people, for venting ange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;r on y'all.This does not aid me in my studies. Its making me even stressful yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;p/s.- thanks _____ &amp;nbsp;for the past few days. really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Shan't elaborate much. Its one am and there's sch tmr and im still awake. Time to get some sleep.&lt;/span&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/7147156828223736682-2967090468425692265?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/2967090468425692265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=2967090468425692265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/2967090468425692265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/2967090468425692265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/10/guys-say-things-that-they-dont-really.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-8919140610527107251</id><published>2010-09-13T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:56:31.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;JB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, went to JB with family and relatives to celebrate grandma's b'day. had a great fun there. had lunch cum early dinner at &lt;i&gt;zhulin&lt;/i&gt; when we reached there. went shopping around a shopping centre after that and was playing/joking around with my lil cous. they're so cute, haha. went for dinner and the waiter/waitress was amazed that there's so many of us, LOL. the food there was awesome! took some random/nice photos and will upload them soon. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-8919140610527107251?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/8919140610527107251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=8919140610527107251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/8919140610527107251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/8919140610527107251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/09/jb-so-yeah-went-to-jb-with-family-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-9074390432061984026</id><published>2010-09-02T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T22:01:45.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everything and everyone changes over time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;im surprised that im so hardworking today. i wonder who or what motivated me. or maybe i motivated myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;i think i changed a lot huh? as in character etc. not appearance. probably its the people and things around me that caused me to change these much? or it was me that caused it? i dk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;some close friends of mine seems to drift away after we're separated to different classes? but i'll be glad that you, you, and i wont drift away from each other as time passes by. b'cos, i will never want to let go of these friendships that was build up over the years. okays, that's all for now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;True friendship involves relationship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Friendship takes time: time to get to know each other, time to build shared memories, time to invest in each other's growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Trust is essential to true friendship. We all need someone with whom we can share our lives, thoughts, feelings, and frustrations. We need to be able to share our deepest secrets with someone, without worrying that those secrets will end up on the Internet the next day! Failing to be trustworthy with those intimate secrets can destroy a friendship in a hurry. Faithfulness and loyalty are key to true friendship. Without them, we often feel betrayed, left out, and lonely. In true friendship, there is no backbiting, no negative thoughts, no turning away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In true friendship, unconditional love develops. We love our friends no matter what and we always want the best for our friends.&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/7147156828223736682-9074390432061984026?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/9074390432061984026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=9074390432061984026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/9074390432061984026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/9074390432061984026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/09/everything-and-everyone-changes-over.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-8610409598160899190</id><published>2010-08-31T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:45:36.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Itimsffy, ijtptibm.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;sucha tiring day.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;competed against classes today. i wasn't even prepared. i was told the last minute. but anyway, i tried my best huh? i wanna go out today but there's a backbone check-up, tsk. alright, that's all for now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-8610409598160899190?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/8610409598160899190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=8610409598160899190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/8610409598160899190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/8610409598160899190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/08/itimsffy-ijtptibm.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-1053573827091146060</id><published>2010-08-30T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:26:56.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tftwm, bihyftmp.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;i did badly in my ct&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. but neverminds, shall work harder for eoy. ahh, i feel so tired today. okays, that's random. can't think of anything to blog about already so i guess i'll stop here. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-1053573827091146060?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/1053573827091146060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=1053573827091146060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/1053573827091146060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/1053573827091146060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/08/tftwm-bihyftmp.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-723991617945170487</id><published>2010-08-19T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:48:32.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A fun day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, had quite a lot of fun in sch today. esp during srp. i doubt anyone was even listening to what ms ong was going through about, heh. she's awesome yeah? she gave 5 $1 coupon to each of us. but, aww, trainee teacher leaving our sch tmr alr. alrights, that's all for today? gonna end this post now, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147156828223736682-723991617945170487?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/723991617945170487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=723991617945170487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/723991617945170487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/723991617945170487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147156828223736682.post-3323751503856610952</id><published>2010-08-16T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:48:38.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;New blogskin, new posts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;but, i've no idea what to blog about. i just feel like changing a new blogskin and blog something. i dont think staring at the screen of my laptop will help me think of what to post about now. i might as well end this post. bye!&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/7147156828223736682-3323751503856610952?l=ni-coletan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/feeds/3323751503856610952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147156828223736682&amp;postID=3323751503856610952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/3323751503856610952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147156828223736682/posts/default/3323751503856610952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-coletan.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-blogskin-new-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>ntly ((:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08899701044607904249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buXzrNaJPdY/S6dxlmcSXWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M9xaPL6VGDE/S220/26feb%2710(17).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
