<?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-5229916807064535643</id><updated>2011-09-02T06:51:31.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539158599450408863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBaukRkcFik/S876kyboFJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7rVAdArP5CA/S220/IMG_0146(2).JPG4476'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229916807064535643.post-981740011870519227</id><published>2010-12-05T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T06:00:56.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooooo.</title><content type='html'>Just figured I should update since this site is dying when it's less than two months old, it didn't seem fair for it to die young. :P It's just a quick update so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Michelle's in Korea, probably shopping and freezing her head off. :)&lt;br /&gt;.NicoleC's off having an awesome time roaming the streets off LA.&lt;br /&gt;.I'm going off to Philippines, (hoping to not see someone) after the Student Leader camp.&lt;br /&gt;.And Jeanette's sad that we all can't spend time together at one time during this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;.I still can't believe I haven't watched Harry Potter 7 yet. And I'm still waiting for the day I can finally see it and the Cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;.I'm addicted the It Girl, some Facebook game which I find extremely fascinating. What?! :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;.I just came back from West Coast park, after my friend's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;.I just Rapunzel in Cinemas and laughed like crazy. And I loved the movie ttm.&lt;br /&gt;.I think I'm done with my extremely short update. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out,&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229916807064535643-981740011870519227?l=heartb-eat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/feeds/981740011870519227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/12/hellooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/981740011870519227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/981740011870519227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/12/hellooooo.html' title='Hellooooo.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539158599450408863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBaukRkcFik/S876kyboFJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7rVAdArP5CA/S220/IMG_0146(2).JPG4476'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229916807064535643.post-244426261271834903</id><published>2010-12-05T05:33:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T05:33:52.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you rather date a lot of different people, or be in a committed relationship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Committed relationship, of course :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Eneyeseeohellee?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229916807064535643-244426261271834903?l=heartb-eat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/feeds/244426261271834903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/12/would-you-rather-date-lot-of-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/244426261271834903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/244426261271834903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/12/would-you-rather-date-lot-of-different.html' title='Would you rather date a lot of different people, or be in a committed relationship?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539158599450408863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBaukRkcFik/S876kyboFJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7rVAdArP5CA/S220/IMG_0146(2).JPG4476'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229916807064535643.post-2468398498063056217</id><published>2010-12-05T05:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T05:33:47.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Eneyeseeohellee" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/Eneyeseeohellee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229916807064535643-2468398498063056217?l=heartb-eat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/feeds/2468398498063056217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/12/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/2468398498063056217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/2468398498063056217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/12/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539158599450408863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBaukRkcFik/S876kyboFJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7rVAdArP5CA/S220/IMG_0146(2).JPG4476'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229916807064535643.post-8300512897626874326</id><published>2010-11-18T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T05:45:06.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Frankinstein, Wait Up.</title><content type='html'>I know you must be busy gossiping with Dracula, but you've gotta hear this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the worst monster I've ever came across. And the worst teacher too. Out of all the teachers that have taught me before, none of them tried to crush my hopes and dreams. Or given me a "good" for my conduct. You've freaking ruined my chain of "excellents" and "very goods". I know you've never liked me, or the company of people I hang out with. But none of us really went up to you and declared that you suck - which I totally regret not doing.&lt;br /&gt;You helped those people who supposedly dropped to NA, you advised the school that they could make it and still cope. And I'm already in express, and I just want to move up from my class and suddenly you're short of your generosity!? If you fail English, you're supposed to drop. So how the hell can a girl who failed her English get into the best class, - and me who passed every subject the worst class in express - without your help?&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky we don't have a Gossip Girl, because if we do, there would be a blast worst than the rumour on Dan and Ms Carr coming out and ruining you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you get the summary of what I want to tell you. You don't want to read the whole thing. But since when do I care what you want? Whatever you witch. Go back to telling King Kong how much you're class hates you. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229916807064535643-8300512897626874326?l=heartb-eat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/feeds/8300512897626874326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/11/hey-frankinstein-wait-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/8300512897626874326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/8300512897626874326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/11/hey-frankinstein-wait-up.html' title='Hey Frankinstein, Wait Up.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539158599450408863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBaukRkcFik/S876kyboFJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7rVAdArP5CA/S220/IMG_0146(2).JPG4476'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229916807064535643.post-3593403005388098454</id><published>2010-11-04T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T08:52:09.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Hypocrites, Put Your Hands Up!</title><content type='html'>"Unfortunately, all I know is what he didn't want. And that's me." - Chuck Bass, Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me. Heck, you don't even know the least about me. All you know is my name and why I'm here. And that in your book, I'm the winner for being the greatest slacker in the world, who doesn't study hard at all because I just want to waste your money. You say I waste your money, but you waste your money too. I just pick that up from you. You buys tons of stuff you don't even use or you don't even need. And you don't spend that amount of money having fun, or letting others have fun.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't understand why you have to keep emphasizing on the freaking same thing. And these things don't even make the least bit of sense. Every freaking thing you see about me is nonsense. You keep saying, "Oh, you have a boyfriend, fine go back to Philippines cuz you being here is useless as you don't study and you spend all your time with him." You don't know how much I appreciate you being so cool about this. (note the&amp;nbsp;sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't here on my birthday, you said you'd take the day off before so that you could celebrate it with me. But we didn't go out at all. Oh wait, you and the rest of my family went out. Without me, even though it's supposedly my birthday celebration. You think that's not a big deal? I don't even think you'd remember wishing me a Happy Birthday if not for me informing you that I'm finally 14. You don't know how much it hurt. All you know is that I'm not good enough you qualify as your daughter. And that nothing I ever do can be good enough. You don't how how I feel everytime I try to do something for you. But I'd always fall flat on my face, because you never notice.&lt;br /&gt;Not saying that I do have a boyfriend, but can you even blame me if I had one? Do you know how much I long to feel loved by you, or any other member of the family, in this case. And you won't even let me go out with my friends. You don't know how hard it is in high school anymore. Once you pass on hanging out with your friends, you'd miss out on a lot, and sooner or later, they would've left you behind. And you're social status stands on the land. Is it really my fault if I really want to feel loved? If the only way I could ever feel loved is when I have someone you tells me he loves me by my side?&lt;br /&gt;You hardly even show you care, let alone tell me you do. And when I get mad at something. And I don't even do anything wrong, I get screwed for it. So I might as well do everything wrong, huh? Don't freaking throw all the blame on me for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229916807064535643-3593403005388098454?l=heartb-eat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/feeds/3593403005388098454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-hypocrites-put-your-hands-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/3593403005388098454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/3593403005388098454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-hypocrites-put-your-hands-up.html' title='All The Hypocrites, Put Your Hands Up!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539158599450408863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBaukRkcFik/S876kyboFJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7rVAdArP5CA/S220/IMG_0146(2).JPG4476'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229916807064535643.post-5179418255714946736</id><published>2010-11-04T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T06:13:21.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Potato, Screw Screw Potato.</title><content type='html'>You think just because you're his best friend, I'm okay with you making fun and irritating me. Oh, I think you forgot you're her best friend too. I might've liked you as a friend in the past, but not anymore. People change, their interests change too. I grew to hate you more, and you grew to be more obnoxious towards me. I just dislike you a lot. And I'm speechless. Kthxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229916807064535643-5179418255714946736?l=heartb-eat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/feeds/5179418255714946736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/11/screw-potato-screw-screw-potato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/5179418255714946736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/5179418255714946736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/11/screw-potato-screw-screw-potato.html' title='Screw Potato, Screw Screw Potato.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539158599450408863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBaukRkcFik/S876kyboFJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7rVAdArP5CA/S220/IMG_0146(2).JPG4476'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229916807064535643.post-5714666368574587977</id><published>2010-11-02T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:27:04.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Sucker for American Telly. (Post Trade)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Terrence Halliwell Ang" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs178.ash2/41761_1848334159_6936_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this guy who caught his first glimpse of light on the 6th of&amp;nbsp;February&amp;nbsp;1996. And somehow, one way or another, we met when we enrolled in the same secondary school. Although I can assure you, he's probably the most insane nutty ass you'll ever meet, he'd never be as lunatic as I am. And since last year, we had probably discussed almost all the movies, TV series and songs we've ever heard of -- from Buffy the Vampire Slayer to Gossip Girl to Vanilla Twilight. Other than that, he was probably one of the people who I could tell anything to without worrying about him spreading rumours. And this post is just to show him how much I appreciate him being around and acting all goofball with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That douchebag agrees that witches are really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can call him weird insulting names without him running back to cry on his mommy's shoulder. AND vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;3. We have got a game named after him. And no one - I repeat - no one ever wins him in that game.&lt;br /&gt;4. I still have no idea what Halliwell is. ):&lt;br /&gt;5. He calls me an insane nutty banana.&lt;br /&gt;6. We agree that that school should allow us to wear bangles/bracelets cuz it's the in-thing.&lt;br /&gt;7. I HAVE EXCEPTIONAL NAILS! (Out of point, I know)&lt;br /&gt;8. Although someone doesn't like me spending too much time with him, I don't care cuz we're just that close.&lt;br /&gt;9. I so enjoy playing the song game with you, NOT with Eugene cuz I always lose when playing with him.&lt;br /&gt;10. You intro-ed the Toucha Toucha Touch Me song, which is like damn dirty gross man!&lt;br /&gt;11. We both like Hanna Marin!&lt;br /&gt;12. You say I have Quin's voice with I consider as such a GINORHUMONGOUSCISSORSPAPERSTONEDINOSUAR compliment.&lt;br /&gt;13. No, he doesn't like me.&lt;br /&gt;14. Twinkle twinkle little star!&lt;br /&gt;15. You're like, more of a blonde than I am! *flings hair back*&lt;br /&gt;16. You always laugh at my jokes, even if they're not funny!&lt;br /&gt;17. I own you in Chinese! :P&lt;br /&gt;18. I know you're like, in love with Combs, whatever her name is.&lt;br /&gt;19. I like singing duets with you, cuz you're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;20. You know I can't really write a million sentences and you know I'd probably stop now, so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Oh yea, and we rock other people's socks off! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what he wrote me;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://life-like-music.blogspot.com/2010/11/nicole-vd-bass.html"&gt;http://life-like-music.blogspot.com/2010/11/nicole-vd-bass.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229916807064535643-5714666368574587977?l=heartb-eat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/feeds/5714666368574587977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-sucker-for-american-telly-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/5714666368574587977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/5714666368574587977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-sucker-for-american-telly-post.html' title='That Sucker for American Telly. (Post Trade)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539158599450408863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBaukRkcFik/S876kyboFJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7rVAdArP5CA/S220/IMG_0146(2).JPG4476'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229916807064535643.post-5384859959135691156</id><published>2010-11-01T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T02:41:01.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My BitterSweet Love Affair.</title><content type='html'>Thanks you. Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;You told me you didn't want to be in a different class as me. You told me you'd probably choose E4 because you like Geography more. And I believed you and put that as my second choice because my grades would most likely put me in the same class as you. And now because &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; want to get into E3, you chose that too. So you'd most prolly get into E3, and not E4 with me. Thanks, because of you, my grades suffered. Because of you, I can't get the combination I've always wanted. And my second choice, I opted for it because you said you'd be there, with me. But now, I'd be there alone, without a Jeanette or a Michelle to accompany me and hang out. For all I know they'd have new friends and forget all about me. Which is not likely, but hey - it's possible. You said I was important to you, and now how am I supposed to believe that again? Yes, you've been distraught whenever we don't get along but you seem whole enough to live without me. We had a chance to be together for another year, because if we weren't in the same class, it would be very hard, and you should know me enough to know that I'm not a fan of hardship and work. But right now, I feel that I don't matter to you as long as you have the both of them. And for that I'd just have to thank you again. Because I fell into the relationship trap again when I was already free. I could've talked to other people and not worry about getting you upset, but I risked it all for you and look where it's gotten me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229916807064535643-5384859959135691156?l=heartb-eat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/feeds/5384859959135691156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-bittersweet-love-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/5384859959135691156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/5384859959135691156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-bittersweet-love-affair.html' title='My BitterSweet Love Affair.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539158599450408863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBaukRkcFik/S876kyboFJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7rVAdArP5CA/S220/IMG_0146(2).JPG4476'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229916807064535643.post-5622756347831324</id><published>2010-11-01T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T00:07:53.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch That Fish For Dinner.</title><content type='html'>Camped at the Sarimbun Campsite at Lim Chu Kang, which is supposedly the largest campsite in Singapore. Yes, that one near the cementary, and the one that grows really dark at just seven in the evening.&amp;nbsp;It was like, really bad, but not that bad. There was no matress or air-conditioning at all. I heard this girl from another dorm cried because she expected to be served and such. And we were like "&lt;i&gt;who in the whole freaking world expects to be served in camp&lt;/i&gt;?" Oh well. At least I slept soundly.&lt;br /&gt;The food rocks :) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is church camp, but the I swear these bunch of people are more troubled than normal school people. There was this one attention whore who said, "&lt;i&gt;I feel so awesome that people are talking about me&lt;/i&gt;". And we were like, omg, she's such a bitch. And then there was this girl who is such a wannabe, she goes way overboard and she think she's being a bitch, but no, she ain't. OMG, yea i know, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229916807064535643-5622756347831324?l=heartb-eat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/feeds/5622756347831324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/11/catch-that-fish-for-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/5622756347831324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/5622756347831324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/11/catch-that-fish-for-dinner.html' title='Catch That Fish For Dinner.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539158599450408863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBaukRkcFik/S876kyboFJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7rVAdArP5CA/S220/IMG_0146(2).JPG4476'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229916807064535643.post-8049072212964827306</id><published>2010-10-31T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T07:43:16.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood, Sweat and Tears.</title><content type='html'>Went to Universal Studio's Halloween Night. It was the freakiest thing I've ever experienced, even Jeanette swore - yes, swore - that she would never visit another USSHN ever again. Yea, and she's the girl who can tolerate horror movies better than me. The sound system itself scared me shitless.&lt;br /&gt;We had this drink with eyeballs (longan+pearl) in it, and when I felt it in my mouth, I spit it out cuz I had no idea what it was. Like, eww much?&lt;br /&gt;I learnt something though, the 'monsters' and 'dead creatures' scare and chase after the people who seem really scared. There was these chain saw soldiers who were like, really serious in scaring us, like, no joke. And whenever they pull the trigger to activate the saw, Jeanette, Michelle and I would be petrified like mad. And when I tried to use what I've learnt as an advantage, the fairy-like lunatic woman's face went so damn close to me, I just had to scream and run until my body dies. And I left Jeanette there where the monsters were chasing her around. Ugh, the guys with weapons were scariest. And they freaking scare the toot outta me. ):&lt;br /&gt;There were these group of insane guys dancing with the zombies and you'd think they're out of their minds, which they probably are. The chain saw guys chased the three of us out the whole place. I thought I was safe in the corners, but one came out of there so I almost died. I ran across the street towards Michelle and Jeanette and they chase us. Even the workers who were supposedly very composed laughed like maniacs at us. ): I'm almost certain if Mr Kang saw me running that night, he would be very proud of me. We each had one soldier running the chain saw after us. And Michelle teared up. Not that we could blame her, if I had finished my eyeball drink, I might've even peed. Haha, kidding. I swear the whole place laughed at our panic. Hmmmpf. But still, it was spent with my two best friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;And I got a "Happy Birthday" from Michelle the second it turned midnight, cuz we were still walking home at that time. Yea, I know right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229916807064535643-8049072212964827306?l=heartb-eat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/feeds/8049072212964827306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/10/blood-sweat-and-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/8049072212964827306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229916807064535643/posts/default/8049072212964827306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartb-eat.blogspot.com/2010/10/blood-sweat-and-tears.html' title='Blood, Sweat and Tears.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539158599450408863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBaukRkcFik/S876kyboFJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7rVAdArP5CA/S220/IMG_0146(2).JPG4476'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
