<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/11137444?origin\x3dhttp://my-boulevard.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>





A Note

I love flowers. I love spontaneity, and pleasant surprises. I'm dainty and ambitious; really. I nurse others. There's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.

 Yours Truly

N A D I A H
200788
ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

[ e-mail ]

[ friendster ]

 Exits

NO STRINGS ATTACHED

Codes Voxybaby
Image Forever 21






Tuesday, April 18, 2006 9:53 pm
The Real Thing.



Blog-hopped. Some people are having terrible moments in life. One of them just plainly stated all his problems on his blog, for everyone to read. I've got my own problems too. How I wish I could say it all in here but gawd! i'm too proud to even write hints and clues about my problems.

I can't wait to go back to school. I've never been so excited to be back in school.

I'm currently quite happy, especially when he messages me. He's making me laugh all the time. He's totally adorable. He's sick right now. Having the flu. Since he's too lazy to see a doctor, I gave him some stuff he could do at home to help with the flu. Thank God for the thick hard back book my mom ordered, about alternative cures for over 160 illnesses, home remedies or something. So if you've got an illness, ask me and i'll see if i can help. Look at me. I'm not a doctor. I'm not even a nurse yet and I sound so.. ok whatever.

I've kinda made some sort of contract or agreement or letter or whatever. I don't know what I'm supposed to call it. But anyway.

I, Nadiah, will not:
- get excited,
- care,
- think about him,
- care what he thinks about me,
- fall for him,
- have any feelings to him, about him, for him, and
- get hurt.

I WILL NOT. I WILL NOT. I WILL NOT.

Sacredly,
Nadiah.


Well, I think there should be more. Only I can't figure them out yet. I'll amend it when I get some more to my mind.

Oh and right now, I'm liking this song by Bo Bice called The Real Thing. This is not the actual video. I couldn't find it so, I made it small. Just hear the song if you want.



Tell me what we got, tell me it's a lot, tell me it's the real thing
Tell me not to change and always be the same, tell me that's a good thing,
It's a good thing
Tell me not to lie, tell me not to wait
Tell me that you want the same things as me
Tell me that it's fate driving me insane
Tell me it's the real thing
That keeps me hanging on