tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65567017677947747902011-08-07T23:48:26.955-07:00♥Nicole Marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10288866995600875513noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556701767794774790.post-64748575867037188302011-07-31T06:24:00.000-07:002011-07-31T06:49:51.105-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span">Hey guys :)</span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">As you can see, I deleted all my old posts. I just felt like doing it.. so.. done. Anyways, i'm seventeen now. 17 years and 7 months old :) I don't think i'm any different than I was before. I'm still Nicole. I'm still a bitch and i'll always be <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; ">♥ </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; ">aww haha. This year i'm going to be sitting for my SPM. I'm scared like hell but I don't understand why i'm still not working hard for it. I'm supposed to be studying, right? Instead i'm doing this. Wasting my time on things that have nothing to do with SPM. If blogging could help me be a better student, then i'd be a top student, no doubt -.-</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; ">I wanna talk about bitches who don't understand the meaning of "A relationship consists of two people ONLY". I know you're just a kid but seriously. Why the fuck are you so annoying? Well it's not completely your fault. He can ignore you. But he chose not to. I guess he likes the attention :) You're not a pedo, babe. But you're not an honest person either. Blah blah blah. You can say you've changed. But in truth, how much can a person change? This is so hard.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Sometimes I get the feeling that we're not going anywhere. But then i'll think of why I held on for so long in the first place. And why did I hold on for so long, lol.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; ">What should I talk about now? I have no idea.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; ">YOU.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">YOU.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">YOU.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; ">It's almost your birthday. 26th of August. But as usual, I won't be there to celebrate it with you. Oh how sad. But i'm sure you'll have a good birthday. Forgive me because I can't be there with you on your special day. But i'm not superwoman. I can't do everything. :( Remember when I came to Kuching to surprise you on your birthday in 2009? Such an epic fail. The only good thing was that I surprised you. And the first thing you said to me was "What are you doing here?" Lol nice question la, b. Obviously I was there for your birthday. A special thanks goes out to Ecia and Hanafi for helping me out with the whole thing. I miss those times. Now it's a rare occasion that I even get to meet you. But i'll still remember what you said.. This is the last year of us being apart. Next year i'm gonna be with you always.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">♥ </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">I hope that comes true. </span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556701767794774790-6474857586703718830?l=idontliveinadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicole Marcushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10288866995600875513noreply@blogger.com0