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.Saturday, March 29, 2008 ' 10:40 AM
Heart felts.

First of all, i have to say it's fucking COLD in here (The Internet room in my hotel). It has only 1% in difference compared to a freezer. I am so not exaggerating, i swear.

Anyhow, i am in Bangkok now, having fun and i did my _. Shall review after i come back. HAHA. Somehow, i feel like i came back home instead of coming here for a holiday, and once again, I'M IN LOVE WITH THAILAND!! Each time i come here, i love this place more and more. The smile that everyone gives me is just incredible. =))

Let me talk about what happened today, extremely embarrassing but i still want to blog it out. We were in Chatuchat this noon and what happened was that I lost my friends cos i wondered too far away and by the time i went back to the shop they were initially at, they were gone. Whoa. So the big deal was, I cried!! I fucking hell-ly cried. Not the very emotional type but i was sobbing out loud. Simply because, i couldn't find them and my phone battery choose to die on me just when i needed it. Fine, blame in on my luck then. But thank god for Lovely Singaporean who borrowed me his phone to make that one call. They didn't want to help me at first which force me into tears and that was when he said ok rather than some Hongkong mother fucker who refuse to hear me out. Come on man, aren't you suppose to help your fellows? A hongkonger doesn't help a Hongkonger. Suck shit man, seriously. BLEAH!!

Whatever, i miss my homies and my Ice Milo Kosong. It's like a BEST drink ever and my best friends forever (my homies).

Alright, gotta go cos it's going to be a long day tomorrow. And, where are the people whom i am supposedly be chatting online with now? where wheRE WHERE??

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.Friday, March 21, 2008 ' 7:54 PM
Heart felts.

Ok, so i'm living in Punggol now. I know i have said it a thousand times but still, i'm fascinated and troubled by the travellings. Dear god, every time i need to head out, it's a long long journey. I wonder why is Singapore so big out of a sudden, Seriously. Hahaha. Can you imagine if there's no Purple line? I would have to.. forget it. Just the idea of it makes me sick.

My cousin's really lovely, they are so cute!!! No wait, not really of that, maybe, childish? HAHA. i mean, they are always fighting to be the first, then the loser would be pouting for 5 seconds and they will start fighting again. It really makes you want to laugh, seriously. Sometimes you find them annoying cos too much of assessive talking of craps have been done, but some question they ask you is like, "oh my god, come over here and let me hug you." Get it? haha. Cute two.

So basically, Step up 2 The Street is, hypnotizing. It's like a, " BOOM!! " right in my face. Drools, seriously. Should catch it. wink, ? (haha)

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.Sunday, March 16, 2008 ' 7:03 AM
Heart felts.

I feel sick being who i am.







Her.

Nicole Christine Au
Eleven December 1987
Hongkonger


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