<?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-2328305701068492278</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:29:13.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love-the-moment</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-8620599543817906836</id><published>2010-02-22T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:34:36.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wouldnt change one second of our life together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-8620599543817906836?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/8620599543817906836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wouldnt-change-one-second-of-our-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/8620599543817906836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/8620599543817906836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wouldnt-change-one-second-of-our-life.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-5436181117398725427</id><published>2010-02-20T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:32:59.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you will never get to read this but:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy 21st Birthday John!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a huge milestone in life and I'm sure Jolyn is doing a great job celebrating it for you. Actually what I planned to do for you is to organise a chalet in Sentosa for 2 nights and invite all your friends and family down to party. I still remember being so happy cause it falls on a Saturday and you would be out from camp and everyone else should be free to attend (: Then after the party we have like the entire chalet to ourselves and we could go frolick around at the beach and have a romantic moonlight dinner. After which we would walk hand-in-hand around, enjoying the scenery and maybe drop by Keppel Island for our tiramisu(though yours is like a million times nicer!). After which, we would walk along the sea like we used to and I would listen to you talk about your life, your friends, golf, family matters and our future. We would then go back to the chalet, and we would bathe together(actually, every time it's just you bathing me hahas) and snuggle into the warm bed with you. We wouldnt fall asleep immediately though. Maybe we would make a round of sweet love(I'm sure you would like that), and we would lie real close to each other hugging, and we would put our faces really near and we would stare into each other's eyes and laugh at how cute we both look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. I'm sure what Jolyn did for you today will be like a million times better than what I would do. Maybe she even bought you a Porche or something. She got enough moola anyway =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a great and blessed year ahead John! Take care in army and hopefully your back problem doesn't trouble you anymore. Cut down on smoking if you can because it really harms your health and I really wish that you live a hundred years. Drive safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-5436181117398725427?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/5436181117398725427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-you-will-never-get-to-read-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/5436181117398725427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/5436181117398725427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-you-will-never-get-to-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-2105543265185133085</id><published>2010-02-19T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:40:12.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I came back to Singapore and found out how he left me, I was so disappointed. I always thought our love is worth so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hugs John and I shared are always special. Our hugs make me feel complete and it seems to connect our hearts.. It feels like his soul reaching deep within mine; it feels like coming home.&lt;br /&gt;We hugged a lot. In fact we hugged as much as we can. When we got home to his house, we would go to his room out of his parent's sight, close the door and hug. We would hug in the lift when he sends me home. We hug on the escalators, during movies, on his bed, while watching TV.. At parties or occasions where other people are around, I would pull him to a quiet corner and we would hug. When he is cooking, I would hug him from behind. When I am washing the dishes after meals, he would come and hug me and it makes the chore so much more enjoyable. When we are alone at home, we would hug and I would fold my legs at his waist and he would walk around the house doing chores with me clinging onto him like a koala bear. When we are bored, we would hug. Sometimes he would drive me to this Yacht Club and we would walk hand-in-hand admiring the beautiful luxurious yachts, and at the end of it there is a lighthouse. We would stand below it, me leaning against the railing, and we would hug in the moonlight. After breakups, we would hug and it is the most wonderful feeling being in his arms again. Once, I was staying over at his house and I woke up in the middle of the night and found him hugging me from behind. It is the sweetest feeling ever and I was so overwhelmed at that moment that I turned around and kissed him. It is a simple gesture that made me want to just stay in that moment forever, hugging him, kissing him and simply just having him beside me. Also, not forgetting the time we were on our second honeymoon in Genting and I woke up from a terrible nightmare of him leaving me. The feeling of seeing him beside me is indescribable. I remember waking him up and sob into his arms. He gave me the tightest hug ever while assuring me of his love. We hugged till I calmed down and we both fell asleep again. There was also that time in KLCC where we pushed my safety gear too deep and I was suffocating on the entire roller coaster ride. I would never forget the moment when we got off and we were so emotional and he hugged me so tightly and told me that he was so terrified of losing me and he would never want that to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since our breakup, I've been missing our hugs. Friends have been hugging me a lot too, but it's different. What John and I had was special, was deep, was a shared connection and was beyond anyone's imagination- only we could understand the feeling; our hearts beating as one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-2105543265185133085?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/2105543265185133085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2010/02/hugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2105543265185133085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2105543265185133085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2010/02/hugs.html' title='Hugs'/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-1170178022023861508</id><published>2010-02-17T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:47:52.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I want to do now is to hug you and never let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just now was walking home from dinner with family. We were strolling back from a different route from which we normally take and it goes past this park right opposite my house. suddenly I was so overwhelmed by memories and emotions. Those times he and I would walk hand in hand round and round the park, chatting, sharing, loving and understanding each other more. It was simple yet blissful. That time we had a huge quarrel for 3 weeks, and he came to find me to ask me to be his again. It was there at the bench, by the dried-up pond that he teared up and i said yes. It was such a heart-warming and emotional moment we both cried. I missed him, i missed him more than words could ever explain. I missed him so much that all i want to do is to hold him close right there till the end of time. I felt like, I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it isn't three weeks. It's already been  more than 5 months since I've last seen him. And he belongs to someone else now. Every single day, as much as I don't wanna show it or admit it, is sheer torture. Every single day I have to persuade myself not to cry. Every single day, I experience wave after wave of turmoil, each one harder to suppress, each one bringing back floods of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you John. I miss you so much more than you would imagine or comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you and I know I would for a long long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My plan is to forgive and forget; forgive myself for being so stupid, and forget that you ever existed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-1170178022023861508?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/1170178022023861508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-i-want-to-do-now-is-to-hug-you-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/1170178022023861508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/1170178022023861508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-i-want-to-do-now-is-to-hug-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-4613097741074864531</id><published>2010-02-17T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:20:42.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="words"&gt;I love to see people grieving. Morbid I know. But that’s when their faces betray their innermost emotions. Of regret, of remorse, of denial and of unending love. That’s when people are unguarded. It is this tender moment that you realise how much people hide in their hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-4613097741074864531?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/4613097741074864531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-to-see-people-grieving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/4613097741074864531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/4613097741074864531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-to-see-people-grieving.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-2001166303351151117</id><published>2009-12-13T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:01:31.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is willingness to watch someone die and let part of you suffer with him or her. Their agony becomes yours and their tears become your own. Love is when the exit door is flung wide open, it beckons you to run away from burdens and emotional upheavals, and yet you turn resolutely away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-2001166303351151117?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/2001166303351151117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-is-willingness-to-watch-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2001166303351151117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2001166303351151117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-is-willingness-to-watch-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-6463807920165524881</id><published>2009-12-13T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:11:41.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We lie in each other arms, cold nights we snuggle close, thinking what a relief that we have each other. We fight, we cry, we kiss and make up. But the biting words stick, and in the darkest of nights we curl up and lick our wounds. When the kisses and soothing words just don’t work anymore, what are we to do?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We all try to take more than we give, no don’t be indignant, it’s true no matter how you argue. I imagined you to be my infallible hero, someone to sweep me off my feet. I forget that you’re just like me, a victim of our own emotions. I forget that sometimes you just can’t be there for me, and I forget that you have your own battles to fight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But most of all, I forget how hard you try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-6463807920165524881?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/6463807920165524881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-lie-in-each-other-arms-cold-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6463807920165524881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6463807920165524881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-lie-in-each-other-arms-cold-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-820306023144451976</id><published>2009-12-13T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:24:54.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>should i tell him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-820306023144451976?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/820306023144451976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/12/should-i-tell-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/820306023144451976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/820306023144451976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/12/should-i-tell-him.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-8752209319835226184</id><published>2009-09-03T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:55:23.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going to giant to shop later cause of the following reasons&lt;br /&gt;1) got a car to use for 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;2) im sick of being at home&lt;br /&gt;3) miss driving&lt;br /&gt;4) need a energy boost from namely, food so im gonna buy loads of sweets and chocs home&lt;br /&gt;5) ive just used the last piece of ultra-long pad and is desperately in need of more if i dont wanna stain my bed or the sofa&lt;br /&gt;6) need to shop daiso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most impt thing is:&lt;br /&gt;7) need a break from studying, im going crazy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-8469854375096880023</id><published>2009-08-26T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:34:16.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow coolness!&lt;br /&gt;im already picking what movies to watch on board the plane for my boring 6 hours 15 minutes plane journey..&lt;br /&gt;can watch 3 movies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wide choice of shows:&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 2009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Terminator Salvation&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Action/Adventure&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 115 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: McG&lt;br /&gt;CAST: C. Bale, Sam Worthington&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: English, Japanese, Italian, Cast. Spanish, Chinese Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;In 2018, the leader of the resistance, John Connor, encounters a mysterious figure from the past as he tries to win the war against Skynet and their army of terminators.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Angels &amp; Demons&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Drama&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 139 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Ron Howard&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Tom Hanks, Ewan McGregor&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: English, Japanese, French, Italian, Chinese Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;Robert Langdon discovers a secret brotherhood that poses a threat to the Catholic Church. He heads to Rome to follow a trail of ancient symbols that are the Vatican’s only hope of survival.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Action/Comedy&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 105 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Shawn Levy&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Ben Stiller, Owen Wilson&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: English, Japanese, Russian, German, Chinese Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;When former museum guard Larry Daley discovers that his friends are in jeopardy after being shipped to the Smithsonian Museum, he sets out on a mission to restore order.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Secret of Moonacre&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Family/Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 103 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Gabor Csupo&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Ioan Gruffudd, N. McElhone&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: English, Chinese Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;When a teenage girl is left orphaned following her father’s death, she goes to live on her eccentric uncle’s isolated country estate where she discovers all about her secret identity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Proposal&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Comedy/Romance&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 108 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Anne Fletcher&lt;br /&gt;CAST: S. Bullock, Ryan Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: English, French, German, Italian, Chinese Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;A high-powered book editor who faces deportation to her native Canada convinces her overburdened and harried assistant to pose as her fiancé in order to get around the problem.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;City Island&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Comedy&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 100 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Raymond De Felitta&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Andy Garcia, J. Margulies&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: English, Chinese Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: R&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;A dysfunctional family tries to get along with each other as their secrets of the past catch up with the lies of the present.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;State of Play&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Drama/Thriller&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 127 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Kevin Macdonald&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Russell Crowe, Ben Affleck&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: English, Japanese, Russian, Cast. Spanish, Chinese Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;When the research assistant of a rising young politician is murdered, a reporter is assigned to investigate and soon discovers a cover-up that threatens the nation’s power structures.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Five Minutes of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Drama&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 90 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Oliver Hirschbiegel&lt;br /&gt;CAST: James Nesbitt, Liam Neeson&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: English, Chinese Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: NR&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;Two men must come to terms with their past if they are to face the future in this tense and powerful award-winning drama that explores the legacy of violence in Northern Ireland.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Management&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Comedy/Romance&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 94 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Stephen Belber&lt;br /&gt;CAST: J. Aniston, Steve Zahn&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: English, Chinese Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: R&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS: &lt;br /&gt;Following a chance meeting at his parents’ motel, an aimless man pursues a woman who is his polar opposite as the pair embark on a twisted, bumpy, freeing journey of discovery.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LOL (Laughing Out Loud)&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Comedy&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 99 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Lisa Azuelos&lt;br /&gt;CAST: C. Theret, Sophie Marceau&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: French, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: NR&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS: &lt;br /&gt;A 15-year-old girl comes to terms with breaking up with her boyfriend in a world of iPods and MSN, while her mother attempts to bridge the communication gap between them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Phantom Pain&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Drama&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 94 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Matthias Emcke&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Til Schweiger, J. Pallaske&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: German, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS: &lt;br /&gt;A charismatic but unreliable man who fascinates women is forced to re-evaluate his life when he loses a leg in a hit-and-run traffic accident.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Candidate&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Thriller&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 95 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Kasper Barfoed&lt;br /&gt;CAST: L. Christensen, T. Novotny&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: Danish, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS: &lt;br /&gt;When a defence attorney is accused of murder, he throws himself into the hunt for a group of blackmailers who threaten to expose him as a killer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Sicilian Girl&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Drama&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 108 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Marco Amenta&lt;br /&gt;CAST: M. Mazzerella, G. Jugnot&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: Italian, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: NR&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;A 17-year-old Sicilian girl breaks the code of silence by appearing before an anti-Mafia judge in order to denounce the Mafia system that was responsible for the murder of her family.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Crazy Racer&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Comedy&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 104 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Ning Hao&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Jiu Kong, Huang Bo&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: Mandarin, English and Chinese Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;A former champion cyclist now working as a bicycle courier stumbles upon an elaborate plot involving a kick boxer, drug traffickers, ruthless businessmen and mistaken identities.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Sniper&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Action&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 83 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Dante Lam&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Edison Chen, H. Xiaoming&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: Mandarin, Cantonese, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;The commander of a sniper squad discovers that his old partner has been released from prison following a misconduct charge and now has a thirst for revenge.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lao Wu's Oscar&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Comedy/Romance&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 100 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Li Kelong&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Shang Hua, Chen Ying&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: Mandarin, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;A hardworking delivery worker who dreams of writing an Oscar nominated movie script finds a world of possibilities opening up for him when he inherits a huge amount of money.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear My Love&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Drama/Romance&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 129 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Yoshihiro Fukagawa&lt;br /&gt;CAST: M. Nakamura, Mieko Harada&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: Japanese, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;Love letters, sent from husbands to wives and from wives to husbands, quietly voice their unspoken appreciation for each other over the years that they have shared.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;April Bride&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Romance&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 129 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Ryuichi Hiroki&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Nana Eikura, Eita&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: Japanese, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;Following a blossoming romance, Chie is forced to reveal to Taro that she has been diagnosed with cancer. Unfazed, Taro tries to give Chie hope by planning a magnificent wedding for her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Where is Ronny&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Drama&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 92 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Sim Sang-kook&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Yoo Joon-sang, Robin Shake&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: Korean, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS: &lt;br /&gt;The director of a taekwondo academys' plan results in bitter defeat when Ronny takes him down with one kick. Obsessed with revenge, the director goes around lurking for him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Castaway on the Moon&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Drama&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 116 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Lee Hae-joon&lt;br /&gt;CAST: J. Jae-yeong, J. Ryeo-won&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: Korean, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;A man stranded alone on a desert island becomes the inspiration for change in the lonely and detached life of a girl who has not ventured out of her room for years.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8 X 10 Tasveer&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Thriller&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 120 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Nagesh Kukunoor&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Ayesha Takia, Akshay Kumar&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: Hindi, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;A young man with a supernatural gift that allows him to delve into the past of dead people discovers that his father did not die in a boating accident but was actually murdered.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Victory&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Drama&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 142 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Ajitpal Mangat&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Anupam Kher, Amrita Rao&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: Hindi, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;In India, cricket symbolises enthusiasm and excitement to millions. Victory is the story of one such boy whose father wants him to become a cricketer in order to fulfil a cherished dream.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pasanga&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Comedy/Family&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 151 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Pandiraj&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Manonmani, Jeeva, Anbu&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: Tamil, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;At his first day at school, Anbu makes an enemy of the headmaster’s son, Jeeva. As the rift between them widens, their respective families are also drawn into the feud.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Captain Hima&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Drama/Comedy&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 104 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Nasr Mahrous&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Ahmad Ratib, Tamer Hosny&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: Arabic, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: G&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;Hima is an avid football fan who believes he can achieve his goals and solve all his problems by playing the game.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ong Bak 2&lt;br /&gt;GENRE: Action/Adventure&lt;br /&gt;RUNTIME: 97 Min&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR: Tony Jaa&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Tony Jaa, Sorapong Chatree&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGES: Thai, English Subtitles&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATING: NR&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;An orphan is trained in a series of different martial arts by a warrior. Using his skills, he sets out on a mission of vengeance against the treacherous warlord who murdered his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;OMG I WANT TO WATCH EVERYTHING!!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;but how i wish my darling was with me so i could hug him throughout the shows&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;only can hug his jacket..&lt;br /&gt;sob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-8469854375096880023?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/8469854375096880023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-coolness-im-already-picking-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/8469854375096880023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/8469854375096880023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-coolness-im-already-picking-what.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-5969915001221622281</id><published>2009-08-26T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:09:12.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow my plane is HUGE!! it has 56 rows!!! 9 seats per row!!! wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-5969915001221622281?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/5969915001221622281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-my-plane-is-huge-it-has-56-rows-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/5969915001221622281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/5969915001221622281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-my-plane-is-huge-it-has-56-rows-9.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-939539377492077822</id><published>2009-08-26T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:17:48.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 near-death experiences in the last 3 days&lt;br /&gt;that day, i almost got ran over by a bus.. and today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon i was super careful while driving to school for my exam.. i used the expressway and was hoping that it would be the fastest way to school.. i was so intent on driving, i suddenly realise i missed my exit!! not really, but i was almost passing it and im at the first lane!! so many thoughts flew past my mind and i even contemplated with continue driving and getting off of the next exit.. bit i was so scared i would get lost so i made this sudden, but spectacular VERTICAL LANE CHANGE. i practically swerved 90 degrees left and cut across the highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cars were honking at me and this huge cargo truck was in my blind spot and i swear if it has not swerved out of the way, me and my car would be roti prata.. all the cars were honking at me like crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so amazed at my bravery!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was so much terrified by the close shave then i was still shaking when i drove into school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i made another joke out of myself when i was trying to do parking infront of the CC. i took 15 minutes trying my hardest to park and it was IMPOSSIBLE can! the more i try to correct the car the more ridiculously out of angle my car goes.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i freaking gave up man. &lt;br /&gt;and this group of guys were in another parked car nearby and they practically laughed at me for the entire 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck!! idiot guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so embarrassed la!!! halfway i called miao hui for help.. but i dont know how she could help me also since she havent even learn parking yet =x&lt;br /&gt;she just ask me anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end i anyhowed and gave up trying to fit my car into the lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost late for my stupid paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARLING WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO TEACH ME PARKING AR????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg for tuition!!&lt;br /&gt;*shag*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-939539377492077822?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/939539377492077822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-near-death-experiences-in-last-3-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/939539377492077822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/939539377492077822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-near-death-experiences-in-last-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-5074453720773693368</id><published>2009-08-26T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:45:40.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and damn sad.. last year fly china darling sent me to airport.. this year he isnt even around to give me a goodbye hug.. :(&lt;br /&gt;and somemore i have to take MRT myself.. gotta wake up at 5am and leave house at 5.30am to catch the 5.40am train.. reaching airport arnd 6.50am.. flight at 8.40am..&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, no more darling to kiss and hug at the airport.. gotta think of ways to waste the boring 2 hours away at the airport&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;miss my bao bei :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-5074453720773693368?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/5074453720773693368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-damn-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/5074453720773693368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/5074453720773693368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-damn-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-7295299310814489253</id><published>2009-08-26T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:19:15.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i called singapore airlines to ask abt my flight details cause i have no idea what time its at though its only a few days away&lt;br /&gt;o.0&lt;br /&gt;the guy who picked up was SUPER POLITE.. he ended every single sentence with 'Mdm'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'thank you mdm'&lt;br /&gt;'i'll help you check mdm'&lt;br /&gt;'thanks for your patience mdm'&lt;br /&gt;'may i please have your DOB mdm'&lt;br /&gt;'is there anything else i can help you in mdm?'&lt;br /&gt;etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;and he helped me settle EVERYTHING. included my seating(nice window seat at front 3rd row!! whee)and even my meals.. lols!!!&lt;br /&gt;so efficient!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he gave me a booking confirmation number which the website said didnt exist when i tried logging on to SA&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-7295299310814489253?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/7295299310814489253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-called-singapore-airlines-to-ask-abt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/7295299310814489253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/7295299310814489253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-called-singapore-airlines-to-ask-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-4283184278141086892</id><published>2009-08-25T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:18:54.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly feeling very invidious, infuriated and melancholy all at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i go dig up those memories again?&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-4283184278141086892?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/4283184278141086892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/suddenly-feeling-very-invidious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/4283184278141086892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/4283184278141086892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/suddenly-feeling-very-invidious.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-3574957470257978398</id><published>2009-08-25T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:44:37.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuckkk and there was SO MUCH DUST AND WEIRD PARTICLES BLOWING DOWN INTO MY ROOM AND INSTANTLY MY TABLE WAS COVERED BY A FINE LAYER OF THOSE SHIT. NO JOKE. WHEN I WENT TO CLOSE MY WINDOW SOME FLEW INTO MY EYES IRRITATING IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAD THE FUCK..&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING MOTHER ASSHOLES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-3574957470257978398?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/3574957470257978398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/fuckkk-and-there-was-so-much-dust-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3574957470257978398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3574957470257978398'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-5886166256459652859?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/5886166256459652859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-trying-my-fking-hardest-to-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/5886166256459652859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/5886166256459652859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-trying-my-fking-hardest-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-4225180051912043843</id><published>2009-08-24T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:20:18.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>miss my darling so much..&lt;br /&gt;so as usual, i went to find stuffs to read abt NS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this... the song is so cute and the video made me feel closer to darling.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEfA_1gCWVc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEfA_1gCWVc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found this clip on the crazy 24km march they had to do right before POP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mdky2fOap9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mdky2fOap9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one of SOC(standard obstacle course):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/91xC-JiiudM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/91xC-JiiudM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhhh i just typed a long long post but internet got problem everything got erased away&lt;br /&gt;#@!%^$$*&amp;^(*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-4225180051912043843?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/4225180051912043843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-my-darling-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/4225180051912043843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/4225180051912043843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-my-darling-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-625845603838039690</id><published>2009-08-19T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:42:27.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one year ago, during my DSS lesson, my fking heavy laptop battery charger drop on my toe&lt;br /&gt;a gigantic blood clot resulted, taking 8 months to completely heal&lt;br /&gt;and the pain was insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2 minutes ago, history repeated itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-625845603838039690?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/625845603838039690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-year-ago-during-my-dss-lesson-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/625845603838039690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/625845603838039690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-year-ago-during-my-dss-lesson-my.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-552114909265252141</id><published>2009-08-17T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:17:03.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>miss my darling&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;im watching some BMT featured vid on youtube now&lt;br /&gt;watching and crying&lt;br /&gt;totally reminded me of that day i went to sent him off&lt;br /&gt;damn sad&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-552114909265252141?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/552114909265252141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-my-darling-im-watching-some-bmt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/552114909265252141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/552114909265252141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-my-darling-im-watching-some-bmt.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-7516851830599781673</id><published>2009-08-16T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:45:53.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;in the forum i joined, one of the members is a welfare sgt and he just said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats ur bf's name. i got friend in "U" coy. i can request him to take care of your bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leopard i also got friend there. come come tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont ask them tekan one la. dont worry. Told u all liao im welfare sgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everynight my friend will go to ur bf's bunk.. cover blanket for him. Pat him to sleep. Sing song to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night hungry my friends will cook noodles for ur bf. Mosquito bite my friend will scratch for ur bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything also can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come report name and platoon and section.              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;in the end the girl whose bf in Ulysses really went to tell him his bf's name, platoon and section&lt;br /&gt;damn innocent la!!&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;and damn qiao also.. this girl's bf going to POP on the same day as my bf!!&lt;br /&gt;lolssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-7516851830599781673?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/7516851830599781673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-hilarious-in-forum-i-joint-one-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/7516851830599781673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/7516851830599781673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-hilarious-in-forum-i-joint-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-2947205040174390365</id><published>2009-08-16T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:36:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I think the NS phase is the time we girls become the "gentlemen" &lt;img src="http://flowerpod.com.sg/forums/style_emoticons/default/rolleyes.gif" style="vertical-align: middle;" emoid=":rolleyes:" alt="rolleyes.gif" border="0" /&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-2947205040174390365?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/2947205040174390365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-ns-phase-is-time-we-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2947205040174390365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2947205040174390365'/><link 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while risking getting caught..&lt;br /&gt;so sweet right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;then before we end the call i asked him a qn.. i found two very fun apps on the iphone which i fell head over heels in love with but need to pay in order to get the full version..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i asked darling if i could download them and he straight away said yes!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;without any hesitation&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;so uber sweet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the games i checked in the morning still $0.99, but i just checked and it suddenly changed to $2.99&lt;br /&gt;wadddddddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still need darling's credit card number &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now feel like crying so badly cuz i miss darling so much&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-7358737645109145463?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-1234381649902412938</id><published>2009-08-14T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:58:24.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ome of my guy friends said this:&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating cycles n special occasions is a women's way of counting de joy n marking de growth of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIme is often de very centre of a women's love life.&lt;br /&gt;If you examine de disagreements,conflicts n quarrels you'll discover,perhaps to your surprise,that many of them have to do with time. some examples would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Conflict over giving time&lt;br /&gt;-Disagreeing how much time you've spend together&lt;br /&gt;-Disagreeing in staying in touch,phonecalls,checking in,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Conflict over remembering time&lt;br /&gt;-forgetting to perform promised tasks,e.g making reservation or passing a msg.&lt;br /&gt;-forgetting a impt event,&lt;br /&gt;-forgetting to inform her abt something tt affects de future e.g going for biz trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Conflict of respecting time&lt;br /&gt;-being late.&lt;br /&gt;-procrastinating abt doing de things u say u will do.&lt;br /&gt;-diminishing de singnifincacce of an event a women think is impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Conflict over planning time&lt;br /&gt;-waiting until last min to make plans.&lt;br /&gt;-criticizing your partner for wanting to plan in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Conflict over celebrating time&lt;br /&gt;-disagreeing on how to celebrate special ocassions&lt;br /&gt;-disagreeing on what consitutes to a special ocassion&lt;br /&gt;-forgetting birthdays,annivesaries,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is something women are very initimate with, and therefore something women honour n hold sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women have a sacred relationship with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is programmed in de women's biology. they are natural timekeepers.&lt;br /&gt;since when women are young they began counting. as their body cycles in a monthly rhythm(mensturstal). it is where they first learn their habit of counting.&lt;br /&gt;men however don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;The counting n watching of time continues through their lives, as they get preganant ,de stages of birth,de growth of a child,de feeding n meal time,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women expereince each increment of time as lasting longer than men expereince de same increment of time. e.g dog's life span vs humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so advices for guys out there,&lt;br /&gt;when you dont seem to be aware of how much time has passed since you last spoke to women or last seen her,or spend special time with her, or when you forget impt events in time, women will end up feeling like you don't care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-1234381649902412938?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/1234381649902412938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/ome-of-my-guy-friends-said-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/1234381649902412938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/1234381649902412938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/ome-of-my-guy-friends-said-this.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-3138761405168575349</id><published>2009-08-14T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:42:36.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.. im finding my soul in that forum..&lt;br /&gt;a girl said this which is so true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya true. as time goes by, other den sharing wat you both did for the day. nth else really can share about le. cause when u start talking about ur side. ur SO may be sensitive and paranoid sometimes. i noe its natural. but why cant they just think that we are waiting n worrying for them the whole day yet they speak nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, some times we will remain silence. coz nth to talk about as SO is tired oso. so we just end de day itself. but once i put de fone down. i starts to feel that actually i still have lots to say. but just dunno how to form into sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-3138761405168575349?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/3138761405168575349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3138761405168575349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3138761405168575349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg_14.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-2216426274862359325</id><published>2009-08-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:40:32.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.. found a scary aspect of how things could turn out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE (nitedreamer @ Aug 6 2009, 05:00 PM) *&lt;br /&gt;its been so long i kinda get over d miss n sad part now become angry at him already.haha! sometimes cant even be bothered to talk to him. lol&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand. totally lol i don't get upset anymore.. talk on the phone also can piss each other off. maybe you're too used to being 'alone'. so u dont rly need him around. thus, it doesnt matter if he calls or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;omg.. hope me and darling wont get to this stage. if not will really be so sad lor&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-2216426274862359325?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/2216426274862359325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2216426274862359325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2216426274862359325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-6634366836714058635</id><published>2009-08-14T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:36:54.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just saw this in the forum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think men should never complain abt us girls. We sacrifice ourselves so mcuh for them lur. When our men are out there, girls will worry and lose their sleep and think abt them all day. When we girls are out there, men will be running around with other girls 75% of the time dry. HOW CAN LIKE THAT ONE?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-6634366836714058635?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/6634366836714058635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-saw-this-in-forum-personally-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6634366836714058635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6634366836714058635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-saw-this-in-forum-personally-i.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-8089903263959647293</id><published>2009-08-14T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:04:32.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive found the most amazing place to cheer myself up&lt;br /&gt;been missing dear all day and wallowing in sadness&lt;br /&gt;but i found this forum where all the girls whose bfs are in NS come tgt and chat&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;feel so much better now&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;and NS like so scary la.. all their bfs got like rashes, fever(gotten from sleepless nights in field camp, staying awake protecting rifle in order not to get confined), back aches, pain from internal organs blah blah&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-8089903263959647293?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/8089903263959647293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-found-most-amazing-place-to-cheer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/8089903263959647293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/8089903263959647293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-found-most-amazing-place-to-cheer.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-1340293148915442321</id><published>2009-08-14T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:24:47.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aircon is bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-1340293148915442321?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/1340293148915442321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>rarrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;miss my stupid bf who abandoned me&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-1581165122043084847?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/1581165122043084847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/rarrrrrr-miss-my-stupid-bf-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/1581165122043084847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/1581165122043084847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/rarrrrrr-miss-my-stupid-bf-who.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-4785819056849905277</id><published>2009-08-13T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:20:29.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss darling so much that i went to the NS website to look around just to comfort myself. and i found some videos of BMT-life which i'd been watching for the past few hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so much closer to him and his life now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a long separation from him makes me feel so distanced from him..&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;miss my baby&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-6421967884154454440</id><published>2009-08-12T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:43:31.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally my test is over..&lt;br /&gt;didnt eat the entire day and didnt have appetite at all.. but after the test i was starving like crazy and wishing to have food laid out in front of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today reached there damn early at 1.55pm.. was only supposed to report at 2.10pm.. waited damn long at the warmup area. made some friends while there.. damn sweet lor. got two girls their bf came to support them.. then damn tian mi..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i so lonely there.. and nervous... and freaked out&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;at 2.20pm, instructors started coming and calling out names to go for warm up. my instructor was the last to come lor!! made me wait DAMN long.&lt;br /&gt;got to the car, adjusted my seat, mirrors and aircon blah blah, then went to do the circuits.. went quite well, then proceeded to the road. didnt go far. just turn one round then come back already..&lt;br /&gt;and these, altogether cost 300 bucks+++ can?!! got vehicle rental fee, instructor fee and circuit fee. wtf? and i only used the car for like 10 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;waste my money&lt;br /&gt;got back, then the couples were 'tian mi mi-ing' together.. so i went to the toilet and went into the room to wait for instructions.. damn bored inside. one of the girls came back so i chatted with her to calm myself down&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;we both damn nervous and we chatted alot.. hahas&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;so we waited from 3.05pm all the way to 3.40pm, doing nothing!&lt;br /&gt;got more and more nervous by the minute and i was so convinced that i would fail..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;finally, testers started coming and guess what, mine is the last to come again!!!&lt;br /&gt;damn wad lor. i was thinking how come i so suey. then the guy(2nd last to go) beside me told me that last to go better, cause the people infront can open the way for us..&lt;br /&gt;didnt really get his point but he made me feel so much calmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tester took really long to come and when he finally arrived at the room, he reeked of cigs lor. bet he was busy smoking before tt la.&lt;br /&gt;i went to my car while my tester went to do sth else. guess what! i couldnt find my car!! lol. i panicked damn bad!! then in the end one instructor help me find the car which was right in front.&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;so i got into the car, and miraculously i felt damn calm after i started the engine.. checked my mirrors and waited for the tester to come.&lt;br /&gt;all went ok. i really thought i did great..&lt;br /&gt;and i was super happy cause the steering of the car i got was light and when i did my circuit, there were no cars around!! all the test cars were out on the road already, and it was another ten minutes to the next slot of driving lessons so there were absolutely no other moving cars around! damn shiok!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;road was ok too! but my tester refused to tell me which test route im taking!! he just said,"dont care about test route. just follow my instructions.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got damn nervous about this concept at first lor.. but luckily he gave clear instructions so i was able to follow perfectly. and a few times he even gave comments like,"you may turn after the green car pass"&lt;br /&gt;helped me alot&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;what almost screwed me up was the test car in front. it kept stopping in the middle of the road for nothing and it kept braking for nth!!! damn irritating la!!! then on the road where the speed limit is 70km/h, it went at 40km/h..&lt;br /&gt;damn what..&lt;br /&gt;a few times i was forced to last minute brake la...&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got back to school safely..&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;whee!~~&lt;br /&gt;followed tester upstairs and he went to print my results out while i had to wait for him in a room.. met those two girls and they've both already gotten their results(passed) and they wished me luck..&lt;br /&gt;waited a bit and finally tester came walking into the room.. first thing he said was,"so far so good.."&lt;br /&gt;then he asked me to not take things for granted on the roads next time and show me my results.&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful pass!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;whee~~~&lt;br /&gt;so i proceeded downstairs for a briefing for those who passed. met those girls. one of the bf bought her food while the other came with a cake and newly bought P plate lor then she told me the bf gg celebrate for her ltr..&lt;br /&gt;so jealous of them..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they made us watch a stupid video with damn gross and bloody pics of accident victims in an attempt to scare us to not speed..&lt;br /&gt;my eyes were closed half the time&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;then finally after the vid, we were asked to go second floor to get our license done.. whee!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i got a queue ticket and went downstairs to have my picture taken. damn lousy quality and no skills one. my pic turned out looking like shit&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;went back up and waited for approx 20 minutes before my number got called. very fast after tt. paid 50 bucks for my new license and got a tempo one before my real one gets mailed to me..&lt;br /&gt;whee&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;went home a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy wanted to celebrate for me one but tonight got some stupid guest come my hse so bo bian lor&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sadded&lt;br /&gt;no one celebrate for me!! i so poor thing!!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everyone's wellwishes though!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;muack muack muack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-6421967884154454440?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/6421967884154454440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-my-test-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6421967884154454440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6421967884154454440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-my-test-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-4080465585188070775</id><published>2009-08-12T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:10:21.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im totally contemplating whether to wear something sexy to distract my examiner later so hopefully he wont notice me mounting a curb if i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;but i think this plan will probably fail cause i dont have boobs, meaning no hot bod&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a bundle of nerves right now and thinking of all the consequences i'll face if i do fail&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-6482323865898522221</id><published>2009-08-12T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:20:46.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been feeling completely wired for the entire morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweating like crazy, and its not cause of the heat at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been examining the checklist, and the more i realise how easy it is to lose points, the more jittery i got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im SUPER scared tt i would mount a curb cause thats an immediate failure!! and I'd just mount a curb yesterday in the S course!!! totally unbelievable and i could never figure out just how i managed to do that! and sometimes im not quite stable with my vertical parking too&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for on the road, im just worried that people will disturb and im scared of lane changing too :(&lt;br /&gt;hopefully there wont be much cars today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-6482323865898522221?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/6482323865898522221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-feeling-completely-wired-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6482323865898522221'/><link rel='self' 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bad as i thought since i still get to hear darling's voice everyday!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;but he damn poor thing. he got to march a lot carrying heavy stuffs, got to dig holes and goodness knows what else. and his officers all fierce like shit&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;bad headache now.&lt;br /&gt;think i'll turn in early tonight bahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-7410747023396890943?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/7410747023396890943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/darling-called-me-at-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sneak his phone in, or still having training and no chance to drop me a sms yet&lt;br /&gt;praying that its the 2nd one cause he will be in deep trouble if he gets caught sneaking it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;vanessa hudgens apparently didnt learn her lesson in 2007 when her first nudge pics got distributed online.&lt;br /&gt;now, she did it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.limauais.com/must-see-vanessa-hudgens-hot-pictures/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her nipples are HUGE btw&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-7593663128355978056?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/7593663128355978056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>missing dear so bad!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;its like the 1st two weeks again. sufferings and more sufferings&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel so lonely and no longer loved anymore&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;hopefully he smuggled his phone to field camp and will be able to msg me tonight..&lt;br /&gt;dno how he is doing inside&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;driving test tmr... am soso nervous. darling not around to support me or even celebrate for me if i get my license&lt;br /&gt;sadded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-8429307215836667931?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/8429307215836667931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>there goes my beloved LV wallet/bag&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad lost all his money in china AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;seriously, everytime he go china he will lose money. and everytime its not a small amount. always 1k abv&lt;br /&gt;just the last time, he lost 10k&lt;br /&gt;how could anyone be so stupid la seriously?&lt;br /&gt;and now he lost ALLLLLL his money again! ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;he didnt even spend a single cent there, wanting to save the money up cause currently my family's financial not that great&lt;br /&gt;then he lost all of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;he should have totally headed to get my wallet/bag/both once he touch down so at least the money will be well-spent&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sadded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-8120625061956365132?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/8120625061956365132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-goes-my-beloved-lv-walletbag-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/8120625061956365132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/8120625061956365132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-goes-my-beloved-lv-walletbag-my.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-2879633371209814171</id><published>2009-08-06T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:33:29.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love this quote on guys who cheats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's not sorry. If he cheated on u, then u didn't matter enough for him to be thinking abt u while it was happening."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-2879633371209814171?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/2879633371209814171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-this-quote-on-guys-who-cheats-hes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2879633371209814171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2879633371209814171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-this-quote-on-guys-who-cheats-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-393287983922358</id><published>2009-07-30T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:05:58.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just talked with darling on the phone&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;he's booking out tmr! i'm super elated!! he was supposed to only come out on sat cause he couldnt do much pullups apparently, but my amazing darling worked so hard and got so fit after he got into camp and he did 8 pullups today!&lt;br /&gt;i'm SOOOOO proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;and he just sent me a really sweet sms&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;he told me to believe him when he says that he misses me.. but sometimes when he's not around i tend to think too much and my thoughts will run wild then i start to have all sorts of doubts&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall really start to remind myself all the sweet little things that my darling have done for me and how lucky i am to have such a amazing bf&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just now he told me he got a surprise for me on saturday and i managed to guess what it was to his disappointment!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;he was thinking of bringing me to the Night Safari cause ive ALWAYS wanted to go there!!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;so happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;but we might not be able to use the car so hopefully that day this problem will be sorted out&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;promised him to sleep early, so i shall go bathe now, chat a little bit more with ser and hit my bed&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-393287983922358?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/393287983922358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-talked-with-darling-on-phone-hes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/393287983922358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/393287983922358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-talked-with-darling-on-phone-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-8396190686965820533</id><published>2009-07-30T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:50:36.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, so i didnt manage to sleep at 12.. i was busy typing all the smses that darling sent to me in the past months&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;so sweet&lt;br /&gt;a few more to go&lt;br /&gt;probably sleeping at 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-8396190686965820533?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/8396190686965820533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-so-i-didnt-manage-to-sleep-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/8396190686965820533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/8396190686965820533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-so-i-didnt-manage-to-sleep-at.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-2874506643300477371</id><published>2009-07-29T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:23:04.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i just realised, i only used 12 lessons to complete all my driving lessons&lt;br /&gt;lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;im amazing! even my mum took 20+ lessons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;anyway this afternoon i was feeling super shag cause of my period, so i slept the entire afternoon AND STAINED MY PARENT'S BED!!!&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;my bed sheets were washing so i went over to my parents bed to sleep&lt;br /&gt;and their bed sheet was just newly changed yesterday&lt;br /&gt;felt damn guilty&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sob la! im really desperate for my 42cm sofy pads!!&lt;br /&gt;but too busy these days, no time to go get them&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got scolded for spending so much on such a ugly phone case&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sob&lt;br /&gt;so regretted tt i didnt go PS to get that lovely baby pink case&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sob&lt;br /&gt;daddy gg overseas(to guangzhou) tmr. when i came home just now and saw his luggages i straight away went to ask him where he was going and i whooped in glee when he told me it was guangzhou!!! hahahas... guangzhou is a paradise of the FAKES!&lt;br /&gt;im so desperately in need for a new and chioer wallet. the one im using now is from 2 years plus back when danny bought it as a couple wallet for us. thus me asked daddy to go get me a fake new LV wallet!!&lt;br /&gt;whee&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;so happy!&lt;br /&gt;ive been eyeing on that model for dunno how long alr!!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;and i asked him to get me a LV bag too! happiness!!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;though its fake, its AAA quality so it totally looks real!&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;gonna cost quite a lot too. maybe abt SGP500. but it costs 2.4k in sg!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5 times cheaper can!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahas&lt;br /&gt;actually its not exactly fake la. same material everything. just that i dont know how they do it, but they just get the same from the same factory. just that its not sold in LV stores so it doesnt include those expensive designer fees and brand fees in it&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;so looking forward to my darling new bag!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;or wallet&lt;br /&gt;or whatever. i just so wish my dad could find time to get it for me cause he's always so busy when he goes to china&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers.&lt;br /&gt;and just now miaohui totally alerted me of my looming driving test&lt;br /&gt;shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;she made me so nervous now alr!!!&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;dear said he will help me with it when he book out this weekend. i need to brush up on my turning techniques plus practice on my 3-point-turns.&lt;br /&gt;i also need to familiarise with alll the test routes and also most importantly, get my left and right side sorted out. i always confuse the both which is damn irritating!!!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt get to talk with darling much today. damn sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;and he didnt msg me much today too&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;made me wonder was he contacting someone else so no time for me&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;im being so paranoid now but i cant help it&lt;br /&gt;sob&lt;br /&gt;miss my darling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night pple&lt;br /&gt;will try to sleep by 12 today. stupid period makes me soooo tired&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;and so pain&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-2874506643300477371?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/2874506643300477371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-i-just-realised-i-only-used-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2874506643300477371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2874506643300477371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-i-just-realised-i-only-used-12.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-2743158777980871521</id><published>2009-07-29T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:39:00.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to upload piccas but bloody blogger doesn't allow me to. sucks&lt;br /&gt;muss darling!! he nv sms me! so sad:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-2743158777980871521?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/2743158777980871521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanted-to-upload-piccas-but-bloody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2743158777980871521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2743158777980871521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanted-to-upload-piccas-but-bloody.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-45005506178392923</id><published>2009-07-29T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:03:38.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah!!! its successful! the charger worked perfectly and the phone is fully charged now!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;so happy!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-45005506178392923?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/45005506178392923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah-its-successful-charger-worked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/45005506178392923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/45005506178392923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah-its-successful-charger-worked.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-3823297347569217821</id><published>2009-07-29T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:02:58.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our stat class today was so eventful&lt;br /&gt;first, the OHP went on fire!!! i was so amused by it! and the OHP was right beside me, dun even have gap. so i got quite freaked out that it would explode on me too&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the screen sort of go fuzzy and can see the fire shadow. then some pple smelled some burning smell. i didnt, nor did the person beside me. weird, since we were the closest to the OHP. the teacher came over to examine and we saw fire inside the OHP!! damn cool la!! (:&lt;br /&gt;we faster off the power but the fire went on for quite a bit before it went out. the burning smell became quite strong after tt. the teacher was damn irresponsible la. he just asked someone to get a new OHP and he asked students to push the burning one aside and he didnt bother abt it anymore&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;he shld at least report it right?&lt;br /&gt;next, i was a bit careless and i forgot that i left my phone on my lap and when i moved, my phone fell onto the floor!!!&lt;br /&gt;i gave a cry and picked it up and examined it. there was 2 scratches on it! damn sad i cried la!! then the teacher and my classmates were like comforting me for damn long before i calmed down&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sorry darling!! :( i didnt mean it to drop it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school i collected the solar energy charger i bought for dar. (:&lt;br /&gt;finally. and its late by one day la!! sad&lt;br /&gt;i'm using it to charge my mum's phone to try out now since her's also a nokia. i wanna see how long it takes to charge it full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i rushed to jurong point to buy a case for my phone. i was thinking of going to PS for the reaLLY chio cover i fell in love with 2 days back. but tt time i didnt have money to buy it&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;but after i dropped it, i had to get a cover asap no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;i got to JP, hoping tt some shop would sell that too. but no such luck. i spent hell long going into all the shops but they only have ugly yet expensive cases :(&lt;br /&gt;in the end bo bian, i spend 34 and got a fking ugly silicon case&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;damn sad&lt;br /&gt;spent so much might as well tt day buy tt case le&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sob&lt;br /&gt;but at least my dearest phone is protected now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing darling.&lt;br /&gt;off to have lunch&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-3823297347569217821?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/3823297347569217821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-stat-class-today-was-so-eventful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3823297347569217821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3823297347569217821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-stat-class-today-was-so-eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-106123424709137727</id><published>2009-07-29T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:11:24.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling so lost and bored without darling. :( feel like crying in self-despair all the time. thus i decided to come online and look through my blog entries for the past 2 wednesdays to give me an idea of what to do later on when i reach home from stat.&lt;br /&gt;life is weird without my baby&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-106123424709137727?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-2779794042017287250</id><published>2009-07-29T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:56:46.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO hate period a million times over&lt;br /&gt;first, it makes me sick ALL THE TIME. this morning woke up with asthma&lt;br /&gt;was wheezing non stop&lt;br /&gt;then i hurriedly got up and check my bed to see if i stained&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;so i lied down again and played with my phone&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later, i got up to go wash up and found out that i had a severe backleak and ive stained a patch at least the size of my head&lt;br /&gt;damn it&lt;br /&gt;my bed sheets were still fresh and new and now ive got to wash them all over again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;and ive went out of my lifesaving 42cm sofy pads so last night i did 2 overlapping whisper 24cm pads but the glue sucked and the back pad refused to stick on my panties and now this&lt;br /&gt;rawrrr&lt;br /&gt;hate period la.&lt;br /&gt;then decided not to go for my audit lesson in the morning cuz i was so pissed&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;now ive got to go for makeup lessons either tmr or friday&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;got to go for stat&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-2779794042017287250?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/2779794042017287250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2779794042017287250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2779794042017287250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-7986255825574348124</id><published>2009-07-29T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:06:43.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 1 am+ le..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i've been up typing out all the phone sms i had with darling in my samsung F480.&lt;br /&gt;every sms, regardless of its length, came with a memory attached and ut felt like i lived through all those memories again. May was the saddest month in, i think the whole of the one year we were together. the whole month we were constantly quarrelling, and even the honeymoon on 1st-3rd May wasnt a happy one. It was also the month that we had our worst and longest breakup and sent me spiralling into despair and depression. On 1 Jun we started healing and on the night of 2nd June, going to 3rd June, he came to find me at my house and we got together again&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;since then, we didnt have anymore major breakups. a few little hiccups and unhappiness here and there but all's fine&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm left with 25 messages to go but my phone is out of batt so i got to charge it before i can continue and finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my last 3 days with darling&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;on sunday, finally he booked out. i was supposed to meet his parents at 6.15pm. there was construction at my house so all the buses got stuck far far away and till 5.30pm, still no buses came. went home and asked for help. dad offered to drive me to clementi, where i took a cab(only had $7 on me) then i changed to bus.&lt;br /&gt;reached there right on time but his parents were late lol. made me quite pissed cause i was totally rushing down&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;his dad came to pick his mum and me up from cine and we set off to pick up darling at pasir ris. we got soooooo lost and ended up only reaching at 07.20pm i think. i was SOOOOOOOOOOO happy to see darling. it wasnt just happy. there was this feeling that i couldnt really describe. i missed him so much. was a bit gan1 ga4 at first but after a while i started snuggling up to him in the car (:&lt;br /&gt;his dad drove us to geylang where we had super delicious hokkien mee and duck!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to buy durians! bought a lot man!!&lt;br /&gt;after we finally got home, darling took so long to untie his super-complicated boots. then at last i had him personal in his room and we had a long long hug&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i cried cause it felt so good and i felt so happy that he's finally back. i've waited so long for it and it felt so special at that moment when i had him in my arms and it made me feel loved and at home again.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;and he gave me a brand new iphone 3G!!! (: Love ya darling!&lt;br /&gt;we ate durians and spent the night tgt. he sent me home at 11pm+. talked a while on the phone after he got home and we both were so tired we KOed on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Early morning i went to his house and we went to PS with his dad to get him a new phone cuz his old one's battery sucked. his dad was rushing for a flight so we were sort of running here and there to get it done. took quite a bit of time and his dad was a bit late. after darling finally got his E51, we drove to cine, parked there and went to buy tickets for Harry Potter. whee~~&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;we got the 3.05pm show cause it was in Digital format, but it also meant that we had alot of time on our hands cuz tt time was only 11+, nearing to 12nn only&lt;br /&gt;we went to pasta de waraku. had a fight and i cried somemore&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;he comforted me half-heartedly and after a while i was ok and we continued our meal.&lt;br /&gt;his pasta was so much nicer than mine!!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;after the meal we were thinking wad to do for the next 2 hours. in the end we decided to go back to his house. after we got back,he charged his phone and did some other stuffs while i rested. we left his house at 2.40pm i think. got back to cine right on time and we still had time to buy some soda to bring in&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;HP6 was a nice, long show. dumbledore's dying part sucked IMO. it was a hundred million times more touching in the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show, we went to get the car and the parking fee totalled up to $10+, including our morning usage. damn crazy can!!! it was just merely 3-4 hours!&lt;br /&gt;we went to NTUC at clementi to get some veggie and clothes detergent(for him to bring into camp) and went home to have dinner. his mum had prepared dinner and was waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened after tt. quarrelled a bit again though and i cried, followed by him crying, then me crying again&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he drove me home at 12 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 9+ and waited for his call cause he was supposed to come pick me after he go for some chinese massaging for his back. but it didnt come so i decided to go over myself. he called me just in time as my bus came and i decided to go buy porridge at clementi for him for breakfast. there were many pple queuing for it so i walked around the place while waiting. who knows darling gave me a surprise by turning up there to drive me home&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;so we got home, he did his last minute packing and we had porridge for lunch (:&lt;br /&gt;after which he drove me to my lesson which was at 2pm and he went home then went to the chinese massager and also washed the car before coming to pick me up at 3.50pm&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;got home and he started cooking dinner for me!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;we had blackpepper steak and veggie&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;he got to be at pasir ris by 715pm and initially he was planning to go by train but in the end time was tight so he decided to drive there instead. he asked his sis to go along so she could get the car back.&lt;br /&gt;left house at 6.10pm and i still thought we were early&lt;br /&gt;but then a series of unfortunate events befell on us and we all thought we weren't going to make it and darling was even thinking of taking an MC to escape punishment.&lt;br /&gt;there were jams and heavy traffic all the way and then when we finally neared there, we got lost and spent 25 minutes desperately trying to find our way there.&lt;br /&gt;we reached exactly at 715pm and thank goodness darling didnt get into any trouble for it&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;talked to darling for an hour before i let him go sleep just now&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;hehes&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing him soooo much now! and ive been thinking about us alot and im really glad that we've finally gone past the break-up-everyday stage and our relationship now is so much more stable. though there were still stupid quarrels, and as i've said they are stupid and could totally be avoided, we should take note next time and lessen them and make our relationship filled with happiness and no more sad moments.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure that day will come in the near future&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;3+am now alr. so tired. still gotta wake up at 7+ tmr&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;tata!!!&lt;br /&gt;period 2nd day! suck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-7986255825574348124?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/7986255825574348124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-1-am-le.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/7986255825574348124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/7986255825574348124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-1-am-le.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-2760866350925640252</id><published>2009-07-26T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:04:43.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. i'm so excited now!&lt;br /&gt;2 more hours!!!!&lt;br /&gt;omg0mgomggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-2760866350925640252?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/2760866350925640252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2760866350925640252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2760866350925640252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-6479332711814361797</id><published>2009-07-26T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:30:04.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i met with my 4th mishap today&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i was so lazy to handwash my clothes so i dumped them into my washing machine and handwashed the rest of the 4 more precious tops of mine. in the end i only had 3 items in my washing machine so i went to find more things to wash. threw in my towel(which ive just used for 2 days), my tubes, my jacket(worn only once for 10 minutes) and some other rubbish which i could find. but still, i only had 9 items eventually(including 2 tubes).&lt;br /&gt;zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe god's punishing me for wasting resources thats why he arranged to many unfortunate events to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 m0ore hours! &lt;br /&gt;at last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-6479332711814361797?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/6479332711814361797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-met-with-my-4th-mishap-today-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6479332711814361797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6479332711814361797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-met-with-my-4th-mishap-today-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-253394831276860543</id><published>2009-07-26T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:50:08.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so suey i met 3 fucking mishaps in a row.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the kitchen happily sipping on the last of my apple milk shake and headed to the sink to wash it and the next thing i know i was on the ground, vaguely aware that my panties suddenly feels cold and wet&lt;br /&gt;when i finally realised what happened i was so fucking pissed cause i was on the ground half lying in a pool of dirty soap water and my ass and legs hurt like hell. and my panties is fucking wet :( (i don't wear shorts at home)&lt;br /&gt;my washing machine pipe spoilt a while back so now we had to direct the dirty water into pails and it so happened that the pail overflowed and i forgot to empty the water.&lt;br /&gt;so the kitchen was flooded&lt;br /&gt;damn it&lt;br /&gt;so i got up, and proceeded to carry the pail into the toilet but it was so fucking heavy i strained my back and it still hurts NOW&lt;br /&gt;its totally IMPOSSIBLE TO CARRY CAN. in the end i still dragged it to the toilet and half injuring my back while doing so&lt;br /&gt;i emptied half onto the toilet floor then poured the rest into the toilet bowl. and I REALISED MY FINGERS FUCKING GOT STUCK AT THE DNO WAD SHIT AT THE TOP OF THE PAIL AND ITS FKING TIGHT AND ITS FKING PAIN AND I JUST COULDNT PULL MY FINGERS OUT&lt;br /&gt;so great, all my 8 fucking fingers are fucking stuck in the fucking pail, excluding my thumbs&lt;br /&gt;i was so fucking fuming by then already so i just forcefully pulled all of them out and just didnt care whether it hurts or not&lt;br /&gt;hot in the head and pissed off with everything in the world, i washed my legs and panties while still wearing it and came out of the toilet with my legs and panties both dripping water but i dont give a shit anymore. so here i am sitting on my chair with wet panties.&lt;br /&gt;stupid as it sounds but too pissed to give a flying fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-253394831276860543?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/253394831276860543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-suey-i-met-3-fucking-mishaps-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/253394831276860543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/253394831276860543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-suey-i-met-3-fucking-mishaps-in.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-6535944197044767243</id><published>2009-07-26T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:23:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 more hours!!! &lt;br /&gt;can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;actually want post up pictures for NDP and cheekok's date de, but blogger dun let me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go do laundry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-6535944197044767243?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/6535944197044767243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-more-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6535944197044767243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6535944197044767243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-more-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-6047444568192173011</id><published>2009-07-23T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:48:34.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11/3&lt;br /&gt;real busy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;doing my ifa tutorial. spent my whole night on it and i havent even finish 1/100 of it.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a point to prove and i won't disappoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to darling for an hour plus just now (: heaven. was in a bad mood at the beginning again! maybe due to lack of sleep or troubled by my tutorial idk but then my mood gradually improved as we chatted. His trainings are getting really tough and i'm really glad that he is not letting his eye stray from his goal and working hard towards it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud of my darling&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;though it would be perfect if he could stop smoking inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's gonna be a real busy day again. IFA makeup tutorial 9-11am, lecture 11-1pm. EAA class from 2-4pm but ive got my driving at 4pm so i think i'll request to leave early for it.&lt;br /&gt;after my tuition i gotta rush off for tuition at 7pm. will probably reach home at 9.30pm, just in time for darling's call&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy busy busy&lt;br /&gt;still got to wash clothes and do my work&lt;br /&gt;gtg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-6047444568192173011?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/6047444568192173011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/113-real-busy-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6047444568192173011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6047444568192173011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/113-real-busy-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-3186038206281669952</id><published>2009-07-23T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:22:38.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10.25/3.75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhh finally im done with the irritating report that is not even graded. (:&lt;br /&gt;completed with 2555 words.&lt;br /&gt;amazing&lt;br /&gt;grass jelly accompanied me for the whole night, i kept eating. plus i havent even touched my half-eaten dinner yet.&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;been eating so much comfort food these days. loading myself with sweet stuffs. cheekok said i gained weight and she even laughed at my tummy&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;she also got fat what. but her boobs also so big now :(&lt;br /&gt;she laughed at me saying why my tummy, thighs etc become bigger but my boobs still so small&lt;br /&gt;hmpf :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to bathe and and message darling good night and sleep&lt;br /&gt;night world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-3186038206281669952?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/3186038206281669952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3186038206281669952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3186038206281669952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/10.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-820165901116823735</id><published>2009-07-22T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:38:02.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10.25/3.75&lt;br /&gt;(i put decimals today just to make myself fell better cause it seems a little bit shorter now)&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY FINALLY 3 DAYS LEFT&lt;br /&gt;im dying without my darling already&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;just hung up the phone, but not after a little bit unhappiness..&lt;br /&gt;when he called me 10.06pm, i was in a foul mood due to some studies/family/financial problems and he turned out to be pissed off too due to his stupid inefficient in-charge wasting his time plus he's tired after days of tough physical training and having minimal sleep for the past 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;so a little thing sparked us off and we got really pissed with each other and hung up. after i cooled down after 20 minutes, i called him back and we chatted till just then we hung up.&lt;br /&gt;i was so glad that i called him back cause i so enjoyed those precious 30 minutes spent talking to him. there was some bad news from him though. we can't get to use his car on monday n tues as planned. :( so we got to find other methods or work it out with his dad. i was initially really disappointed cause i miss being in his car and i knew he miss driving but then wads important is getting to spend time with each other, car or no car.&lt;br /&gt;and another bad news is, he requested to smoke more than one per day. :( i totally understand that training's tough inside and he needs to smoke it off but its real harmful to his health. i wont care if its other pple, but its my boyfriend and we are in such a serious relationship, i really dont wish to see him smoke and get all those scary and deadly cancers in the future. maybe its a bit exaggerated, but to me, watching him smoke is like watching him lessen his living years day by day and its really quite torturous for me.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had a really enjoyable and sweet talk and i'm so happy that he still sent me a goodnight sms despite him being tired/phone low batt and all (:&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really glad that till now, our relationship is not really affected by him going in and our little conflicts get resolved fast. we really had to treasure all the time that we have to talk to each other every night because its really hard for both of us to just have tt little window of a couple of minutes per day and its seriously too little. In the past, we spend all our day time tgt and at night we still get to talk as long as we want. its so much different now and i think we both still aren't taking it well. it's always hard to say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, it's less than 4 days away and i'll get to see him soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;bad day for me though. flunked my audit test completely. sigh. and i didnt do as well as expected for my stat test. combining the first test and this, i only managed to get 34.3% out of 40% and if i'm aiming for an AD ive got to work really hard for my final paper which takes up 50%. 10% is for participation and i'm sure i'll score for that&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go write my report already. time to stop procrastinating and get it done lol. teacher already called me up to rush me&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss my darling &lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-820165901116823735?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/820165901116823735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/103.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/820165901116823735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/820165901116823735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/103.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-8666994646320192457</id><published>2009-07-21T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:05:07.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9/5&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh 5 days left. whee!!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;darling called me at 1030pm but he had to go wash clothes then now he had to change bed sheets.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;waiting for him to miss call me..&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;YEAHH he called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;its 11.25pm now i've just hung up with darling! (: he was the sweetest and he told me during his free time he was planning of what to do on monday and tuesday. so on monday he's bringing me to eat pasta de waraku(finally!! (: ) and then we are going to catch a movie(probably mao mao potter) then we will find something else to do then at night he's bringing me to geylang to eat hokkien mee plus durians!!&lt;br /&gt;whee~~&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm so looking forward to his company la!! (:&lt;br /&gt;miss him sooooo badly!!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today came home super late(10.20pm). was super shag and hungry and gobbled up my dinner. CO was tough. i was kind of struggling to play through a song without mistakes. i've improved alot from the last practice but its not enough and there's still a lot of room for improvements. one major problem is that i ALWAYS misread/misinterpret the notes and played sth else and i had no one to correct me cause i only have merely 5 minutes of personal time with the instructor every lesson. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for an extra lesson this thursday. actually no need go de. but i thought more practice will do me good and since i'm quite free anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;though thursday will be generally quite a busy day.lesson from 9am up till 5pm will no breaks in between. then cca at 630. demanding day but i'm sure i should be able to cope.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;its late le(12.05am) and yes, I AM STILL PROCRASTINATING AND NOT DOING MY REPORT.&lt;br /&gt;GOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;spent my entire afternoon watching discs&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;i'm so hopeless la! lol. and i still have an audit test tmr which i havent studied for. guess i shall just cheat and copy answers from miao hui and penny (: its an open book test too so shldnt be too bad lurh&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-8666994646320192457?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/8666994646320192457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/95-yeahhh-5-days-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/8666994646320192457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/8666994646320192457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/95-yeahhh-5-days-left.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-4938479782703783974</id><published>2009-07-21T00:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:05:06.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8/6&lt;br /&gt;these days after my bf went to NS, ive been trying really really really REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY hard to kick off my bad habit of procrastination but sometimes things just don;t work in my favour! yesterday night, after delaying writing my I&amp;amp;E report for 2 weeks, i decided to get it done last night. but who knows i had to catch my sister copying answers from her assessment book and i had to invigilate her for the entire night :(&lt;br /&gt;then tonight, just as i was about to start writing, miaohui came and talked to me abt IFA project. so i spent the next 2 hours doing it. when i sent it to her, i casually asked her when her theory test is. she said she forgot and went to check. AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE JUST TMR!&lt;br /&gt;that girl can be really so blur sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;she had like super little practise and doomed to fail. so i spent the next few hours till NOW recalling the questions and typing them out to her. after that i did some research and found a website tt offers all those questions and answers for free so i passed it to her and guided her through the questions&lt;br /&gt;its 12.26pm now and its time to hit bed lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just see how long more it will take me to get my report done.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just saw a 12.20pm slot for driving tmr and im so tempted to skip my bloody useless tutorial and go.&lt;br /&gt;but thinking twice(plus miaohui begging me not to), i decided to be a good girl and not skip class.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm supposed to be meeting en shen in school tmr too. by right we should have met today BUT I TOTALLY FORGOT ABT IT and left him waiting for me at the underpass for 2 hours while i happily left school and went for my tuition&lt;br /&gt;gosh~&lt;br /&gt;tmr better remind myself abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving test looming ahead. a bit nervous =x yet a bit excited. sort of mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 driving!!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is a slack day. law lecture till 11am then 1.5 hours of law tutorial(his lesson is rubbish and he does nothing except to give us that 1.5 hours of free time).&lt;br /&gt;after which i'll be coming home to have lunch and then at night have dinner at home then go for CCA. miaohui wun be going though cause she has got that test at 8pm. lol&lt;br /&gt;wish her luck&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired le. gotta wake up early tmr..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;night world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-4938479782703783974?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/4938479782703783974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-days-after-my-bf-went-to-ns-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/4938479782703783974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/4938479782703783974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-days-after-my-bf-went-to-ns-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-6413889961811265224</id><published>2009-07-20T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:30:45.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8/5&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for darling to call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dating with cheekok on wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;but getting my stat results back tt day too.&lt;br /&gt;suck&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;DARL CALL&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha its 11.24pm now and we just hung up after 30 minutes+ of talk!!!&lt;br /&gt;loves~~~&lt;br /&gt;he managed to borrow his friend's phone!! whee~~&lt;br /&gt;its the most shiok talk ive had with him since he went in cause last time we were always worrying abt the battery but just now we just couldnt be bothered any more!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;talked until me so happy!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;darling damn poor thing now he got bitten by some weird insect then he got like 5 HUGE GIGANTIC SWOLLEN insect bites on his leg now and one of it is as big as his palm size and you should know how big his palm is.&lt;br /&gt;so scary&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;and now it turned out tt he can only come out sunday NIGHT. wadddddddddddddddddddddddddd I THOUGHT IT WAS SUNDAY MORNING LA&lt;br /&gt;sob.&lt;br /&gt;so now not really 5 days left. more like 6 days left.&lt;br /&gt;sadness&lt;br /&gt;miss my darling so much. miss his hugs and miss lying on his belly which feels like a water bed. hehes&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;AI NI BAO BEI&lt;br /&gt;FASTER COME OUT!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-6413889961811265224?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/6413889961811265224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/85-still-waiting-for-darling-to-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6413889961811265224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6413889961811265224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/85-still-waiting-for-darling-to-call.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-3780501113510480430</id><published>2009-07-20T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:41:39.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8/5&lt;br /&gt;sob. i think im the saddest girl on earth right now&lt;br /&gt;darling hasnt called me which means probably he is not going to anymore&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;just now i received an sms thinking it was him and a strange number appear thus i thought maybe he used his friend's phone to sms me. but in the end its just a message reminding me there's CCA tmr&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sob.&lt;br /&gt;how im gonna get to sleep tonight i dont know&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;miss darling so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;SOB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-3780501113510480430?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/3780501113510480430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/85-sob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3780501113510480430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3780501113510480430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/85-sob.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-5175591909483647267</id><published>2009-07-20T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:12:58.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8/5&lt;br /&gt;finally finally hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY LURHH!!&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to bear till darling comes out for 2-3 pathetic days&lt;br /&gt;but still, its time to spend with darling (:&lt;br /&gt;his mummy called me just now to chat. lols. was a bit nervous. =x&lt;br /&gt;darling have a bad back problem in camp now and we are all concerned about it. discussed about it and will ask him to call them later cause they are thinking of bringing him out of camp to find a specialist and solve the back problem once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my darl to call now. so happy! (:&lt;br /&gt;today he totally never sms me in the day time other than a morning sms. he normally will send me quite a few during free time or breaks. I think its cause his 3 batteries are ALL OUT OF BATTERY!!! especially the last one was the most disappointing. it went flat after like what, 5 minutes of talking.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully he got them charged through whatever methods today and will be able to call me later&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-5175591909483647267?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/5175591909483647267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/85-finally-finally-hahahahahahaha-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of sweets, drinks and snacks!!!&lt;br /&gt;awesomeness!!! made my day man!&lt;br /&gt;then the remaining $70 i used to repay my debts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm left penniless again plus still owing some debts&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sob. emo again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-7505776075454979381?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/7505776075454979381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-been-soooo-deprived-of-money-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/7505776075454979381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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now and it sort of cheered me up:&lt;br /&gt;Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. he doesn't seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed.&lt;br /&gt;the other guy whips out his phone and calls the emergency services. he gasps,"my friend is dead! what can i do?" the operator says,"calm down, i can help. first, let's make sure he's dead"&lt;br /&gt;there is a silence, then a gun shot is heard. back on the phone, the guy says,"ok, now what?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-3279904432128186908?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/3279904432128186908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/76-darling-didnt-send-me-good-night.html#comment-form' 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sebastian&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;then she asked them abt me and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. `_yueqiu.               at a distance. feeling unhappy. says:&lt;br /&gt; yah that day I ask them if they know you&lt;br /&gt; they all know&lt;br /&gt; and they started laughing&lt;br /&gt; for no reason&lt;br /&gt;hysterical laughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;=x??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-5462408619367036715?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/5462408619367036715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-cheekok-just-told-me-she-went-to-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit no life le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for him to be out next sunday&lt;br /&gt;whee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-5285235592917125857?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/5285235592917125857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyone-elses-out-at-night-having-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/5285235592917125857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/5285235592917125857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyone-elses-out-at-night-having-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-3310684402541484542</id><published>2009-07-19T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:37:59.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>en shen gave me 2 NDP tickets for this saturday's preview. (:&lt;br /&gt;so happy. so badly wanted to go with darling but he can only come out on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i miss doing stuffs tgt with darl. it just makes everything so much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to ask my friends. but i mentioned it to my parents and they asked me to bring my sis go. but then these days she never do her work properly and is always caught copying answers so they decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;till now i dno whether to go with my sis or one of my friends(probably miao hui)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was considering asking my lao gong too but i'm scared she'ld be busy cuz school's restarting. i really missed her so&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we even bought a couple shirt a few years back but we never get to wear it together&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;and now the shirt's out-dated and has become a fashion faux pas and i dont think we would ever get to wear it again&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so damn hot these days. totally forcing me to blast my aircon all the time&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-3310684402541484542?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/3310684402541484542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-shen-gave-me-2-ndp-tickets-for-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3310684402541484542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3310684402541484542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-shen-gave-me-2-ndp-tickets-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-348047651716701931</id><published>2009-07-19T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:30:29.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh im astonished at the number of girls who did plastic in US. the contestants in the paris hilton show either had lip fillers or boob jobs and they are talking openly about it&lt;br /&gt;and i hate those lip fillers. they r so ugly!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-348047651716701931?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/348047651716701931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/gosh-im-astonished-at-number-of-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/348047651716701931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/348047651716701931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/gosh-im-astonished-at-number-of-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-5913902806002206021</id><published>2009-07-19T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:53:50.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay, finally the end of Day 6. (:&lt;br /&gt;having trouble sleeping again. suck. came online and managed to find a new past time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mtv.com/videos/paris-hiltons-my-new-bff-season-2-ep-2-sisters-before-misters/1612279/playlist.jhtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;paris hilton my new bff 2!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing my darling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-5913902806002206021?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/5913902806002206021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay-finally-end-of-day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/5913902806002206021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/5913902806002206021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay-finally-end-of-day-6.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-1221899488791400735</id><published>2009-07-18T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:07:27.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so utterly disappointed with john. this is the 100000000000000000000000000001th time he broke his promise again and i really had enough of his nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant he learn to keep to his words instead of letting me down again and again?&lt;br /&gt;when you FUCKING PROMISED SOMETHING THAT KEEP TO IT DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;IF NOT WHAT THE FUCK SAKE IS THE PROMISE FOR????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who dont keep to their words and now i feel so disappointed that my guy had to be the worse of such people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-1221899488791400735?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/1221899488791400735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-utterly-disappointed-with-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/1221899488791400735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/1221899488791400735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-utterly-disappointed-with-john.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-3811718159128213443</id><published>2009-07-18T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:31:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;finally 6 days passed. it'd been such a long and torturous week :(&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i still have 700 days to go through before he ends his NS&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;totally looking forward to next sunday when he comes out and hopefully we can spend the whole of Monday together and he wont go off playing golf or doing some other stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss him badly..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-3811718159128213443?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/3811718159128213443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/67-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3811718159128213443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3811718159128213443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/67-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-3452506241726644877</id><published>2009-07-18T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:12:30.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sob sob i want to watch harry potter!! it seemed like everyone else has caught the show except me&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;gotta wait for darling to come out next sunday cause i promised him to watch it with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week 2 more days to go&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-3452506241726644877?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/3452506241726644877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-3793203932734912156</id><published>2009-07-18T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:57:07.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had my 13th driving lesson yesterday and i managed to complete 3 subjects!! they are vertical parking, ramp and emergency braking.&lt;br /&gt;vertical parking is hell lot easier than parallel parking. it seemed harder but turned out to be such a breeze. you just had to go SUPER slow then sure get in one. i always forget to do safety checks though =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramp was fun!!! hahas. i have to make my car go up a step then brake immediately to avoid hitting a pole in front. after tt my instructor would remove the pole and i have to get the car back wheels up the step too and brake immediately so as not to drop down the step. after tt i have to bring my car down and then do a reverse. initially i didnt dare to accelerate too much and two times my front wheels where mid-step and i braked so it kind of like got stuck halfway&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;then after i released the brake, my car rolled back&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my instructor said i was real smooth on the ramp and he kept praising me. but after he praised me, i dno why but i started doing it badly&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;one time i was driving into the range to queue up for the ramp, i wanted to drive close to the other car which was already doing reversing but he stopped me and started explaining to me that the car might hit the pole which would fly towards us and hit us if we get too near. at that exact second, as it to demonstrate, the car indeed hit the pole which flew a good distance towards us. damn scary man!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emergency braking sucked. i had to be on full alert then go at a moderate speed and if he hits the err.. i dno wad tt called.  but if he hits something, i have to brake immediately and press the brake all the way down without jamming the brakes. i still dont know wads the diff of tt. its totally jamming wad.. =x&lt;br /&gt;then my precious coach bag dropped on the floor a million times lor. damn heart pain!!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;and i so love my instructor yesterday cause he let me go out on the road cause i completed ALLL the stage 3 new stages + revision alot of times and we still had an extra 20 minutes (: i was totally flying on the road!!! he kept asking me to slow down but past few weeks ive been so deprived of driving on the road that i just couldnt resist!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i think i impressed him with my driving cause at the beginning of the lesson he was doubting my ability of completing all my subjects in time to take my test which is just 3 weeks away on 12th august. he looked at the number of lessons i had(12 as of ystday) and he said normal people would take about 18-20 lessons to get to the stage i was at. so he thought i was anyhow learning and rushing my previous instructors to faster teach. but at the end of the lesson he was like,"your driving no problem la. i think u only need 6 more lesson(1 lesson to conclude stage 3 + compulsory 5 revision lessons) can take test le la. but he did mention that i need to watch my speed alot more and sometimes i fail to do safety check. ops&lt;br /&gt;im such a dangerous driver&lt;br /&gt;and ohya guess what! i managed to do a turn one-handed! hahahahahaha!! so fun lurh! last time i always dun dare to do one=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have three point turn(not even tested) to do then ive completed my syllabus le! whee! so next lesson i'll just learn tt plus my evaluation and i'm done with my learning!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-5017570082158256355</id><published>2009-07-17T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:59:21.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5/8&lt;br /&gt;darling finally called me just now&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;but he's got bad news.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his back is hurting badly and he's going to check up tmr to see if its anything serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of his room mate contracted H1N1 virus and they had close contact so he might have gotten it too. all the guys in that room were made to wear face mask where ever they go&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very tired now&lt;br /&gt;gotta go bathe n sleep&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-7224944961404825417</id><published>2009-07-17T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:59:14.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5/8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 11pm already and still no call from darling!!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;his phone is off too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sob sob sob!&lt;br /&gt;my phone kept lighting up cause im transferring songs from lappie and whenever i receive each song my phone will light up AND EVERY SINGLE TIME I THOUGHT IS HIM CALLING AND MY HEART WILL SKIP A BEAT.&lt;br /&gt;in the end its not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn disappointing&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-7224944961404825417?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/7224944961404825417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/58-its-11pm-already-and-still-no-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/7224944961404825417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/7224944961404825417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/58-its-11pm-already-and-still-no-call.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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darling to call me now. gg 10pm already he has still yet to call. sob&lt;br /&gt;first few days he always call me at 920-930pm. nowadays its always after 1030pm&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late for my driving lesson today. the bus refused to come! damn irritating. luckily i took some money from my mum this morning and i used it to take a cab. the driver was a bullshit one la he was writing the TOTO numbers on a paper while he drive then he kept stopping&lt;br /&gt;idiot&lt;br /&gt;in the end i was late for 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-8260947487980657672?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/8260947487980657672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;ive got a test later and now im still watching michael jackson&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;time to head to school tata~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, just now i saw my sister eating pencil lead. OMG i was fking shocked&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;more abt tt later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss my darling &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-8160736134480279792?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/8160736134480279792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-test-later-and-now-im-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/8160736134480279792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/8160736134480279792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-test-later-and-now-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-7540390225153601009</id><published>2009-07-15T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:18:07.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3/10&lt;br /&gt;just hung up my call with darling. they had a 15 minutes extension to 10.15pm so we can get to talk&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;but he got to wake up at 430am tmr for a long run :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for his good night sms nw&lt;br /&gt;whee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-3774372167012374268</id><published>2009-07-14T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:14:47.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2/11&lt;br /&gt;2 days passed, 11 left to go&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lonely now. sob&lt;br /&gt;got a hollow empty feeling inside me..&lt;br /&gt;my cousin warned me of this a few months back already but i never thought i would be affected this much by it. cause everytime we break up and a few times we even broke up for days and weeks without contacting each other. i thought the 2 years would be a breeze and blow over before i knew it.&lt;br /&gt;but i was so wrong. its only day 2 and im dying&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;talked to my cousin for the entire night and she told me it would be worse abt 2 months down the road. there would be times when he would only be dismissed at 11pm and given a mere 10 minutes for wash up and lights out. we wouldnt even be able to talk then.. and if he get caught on the phone, he would be made to stay back for the weekend to do extra duty..&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;and the worse thing is, there will be a week whereby he would have to go outfield or sth and he would not be able to bring his phone at all FOR AN ENTIRE WEEK.  :(&lt;br /&gt;sob. im so gonna die tt week.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully its when im in china so at least i wont feel so much pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad thing is, im gonna miss his graduation. sobs.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully he can take some leave and fly over to china to see me after he graduated (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he called me a couple of times and sent me quite a few smses today. but tmr onwards there wont be anymore of them in the day time. he will start physical training and wouldnt be bringing his phone out&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;probably we could only talk at night for a bit. praying that he sends me a gd morning sms tmr before he falls in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus now he sent me a sweet gd night msg:&lt;br /&gt;esther baby, sorry for putting u thru this ordeal. I'm missing u so much and its hurting inside. I hope that this separation will bring us closer together! ilu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;so happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days i was super troubled over how to talk to him in the future cuz he's not allowed to charge his phone in camp. so i did quite some shopping research these days. initially i wanted to get him a handphone charger thats powered by normal AA batteries. they kind of transfer the electric power from the battery to the phone. but it will probably consume loads of batteries so i went to find if there are better options.&lt;br /&gt;today i found the ultimate solution!! solar powered charger. its damn cool cuz u leave it out in the day and it charges and then when ur phone no batt u can just plug it to the charger and it will transfer the power from the solar battery to the phone&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;but it takes abt 10 hours to charge the solar battery. still, its fine cuz my bf can just leave the solar batt to charge in the day time then at night then come back to charge his phone&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;then it will charge more efficiently if its plugged and charged by electricity which my bf can do when he is out of camp&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought it immediately (:&lt;br /&gt;but i am super duper broke(not a single cent left in wallet :( maybe just 10 cents), so i borrowed money from dad to buy it&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;so happy that finally i managed to solve this problem&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love my darling!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;today school was boring. penny drifted from our clique a little so its quite a sad day for us. we stayed back 2 hours to wait for our afternoon lesson to commence to learn tt the teacher couldnt make it today and had to makeup on friday&lt;br /&gt;sucks&lt;br /&gt;penny esp was damn pissed and didnt want to accept the fact cause she waited 4 hours in school for the lesson and it had to turn out like tt&lt;br /&gt;disappointing&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i could have arranged driving lor&lt;br /&gt;i havent been attending driving lessons for so long tt the school sent me a letter warning me tt the test date is drawing near and i better start my lessons again in case i cant finish&lt;br /&gt;i still got 20 subjects to finish lor&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;then these days ive been trying to find slots but cant manage to do so. super sad&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;then today i was thinking tt me and baby's 1 yr anniversary is on the 8th of august which falls on a saturday. however the next day is stupid national day so im not sure if he will be able to book out on sat&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sob. but i managed to console myself in the end and told myself that it's ok, we could just celebrate on another day instead&lt;br /&gt;its really sad when u cant even get to celebrate ur 1st year anniversary with the first and only guy that you reached such a benchmark with. but the most impt thing is that we both love each other and have each other in our hearts all the time. of course its best if we were able to celebrate, but its not necessarily compulsory die-die must celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super late now already. havent yet studied for test. im so screwed&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;missing u my most loved darling..&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-3774372167012374268?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/3774372167012374268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-so-lonely-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sleep.&lt;br /&gt;sob.&lt;br /&gt;planning to charge my phone and leave our song playing in the background till i fall asleep..&lt;br /&gt;i suck at adapting.. i think by the time darling is used to his NS life, im still not used to not having him around lor..&lt;br /&gt;need my darling around to kiss, cuddle and love :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr will be another long and boring day. luckily no cca, but got tuition.. :( after tuition will guai guai come home wait for him to call&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;it seems to be the only thing im looking forward to everyday le.. sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights world, Nights darling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-8195571420758363661?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-4019118422959374860</id><published>2009-07-13T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:19:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if someone wrote a book called "10 things to do to make you feel better when your bf is in BMT", i will be the first to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss him so much now i cant concentrate on anything else. even my parents sensed my mood and stopped disturbing me. feeling so bad cuz its my mum's bdae today and im too broke to buy her anything&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry mummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-4019118422959374860?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-9048891643882603968</id><published>2009-07-13T19:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:55:24.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sent my darling to camp today..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he picked me up at 630am, went to his house where i whined about not having 'nice food' to eat. im a super picky person when it comes to breakfast.. =x&lt;br /&gt;in the end he brought out tim tam and caprisone. whee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his daddy and mummy went with us. daddy dropped us at the pier while we 3 went in. now cuz of H1N1 only 2 visitors allowed so his daddy sacrifaced himself.. :( cause he is a officer so he used to go to Tekong alot i think so he let me and his mother go to the island see see.&lt;br /&gt;took quite some time waiting for the ferry. finally we boarded it and we still had to wait for people to board and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;just finish calling darling. he damn sweet he kept calling me throughout the day whenever he gets little breaks or he try to rush his stuffs so he can squeeze some time to talk to me.. i miss him so much :(&lt;br /&gt;today only first day i'm dying alr. just now we talked again, trying save batt so his phone can use longer. he only brought 3 batts in and now one batt already super low&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sad sad. halfway i cried cuz i miss him too much then my daddy came in and saw. very paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;love my baby so much. he'll only be coming out on next sunday so it's still a long wait.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;without him, time pass so slow. and the most horrible thing is that his phone batteries are running out so probably the next few days we wont be able to talk as much le. :(&lt;br /&gt;sad. i really cant do w/o my darling. he is more than anything i need and i feel so lonely and incomplete without him&lt;br /&gt;he has just sent me another sms. drove me to tears again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really regretting on how i havent been cherishing the times we spent tgt in the past months. I should have loved him more and spent more time enjoying his company rather than finding his faults and quarrelling over small matters.. but at least now i know that he really loves me and its really comforting and gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside.. (:&lt;br /&gt;all the time im thinking of what he is doing inside camp and imagining his schedule and stuffs; i cant really concentrate on my work. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you my dearest, i really do. cant wait for you to book out next Sunday. I'm so gonna hug you for 5 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, ive started crying again :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-9048891643882603968?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/9048891643882603968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/sent-my-darling-to-camp-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/9048891643882603968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/9048891643882603968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/sent-my-darling-to-camp-today.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-2158767923175022040</id><published>2009-07-07T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:29:59.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today penny borrowed my lappie awhile to check her mail. when she took over she got damn shock at the amount of tabs i opened.&lt;br /&gt;13 of them&lt;br /&gt;hahas. she totally couldnt stand it and opened a new browser&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so addicted to opening alot alot of tabs la. so convenient!&lt;br /&gt;love mozilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been blogging much recently. been so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy with darling now. he's enlisting next week so im now spending as much time with him as possible&lt;br /&gt;our 11th mnth in 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;love u darling~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-2158767923175022040?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/2158767923175022040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-penny-borrowed-my-lappie-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/2158767923175022040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-2899321513324485097</id><published>2009-06-18T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:45:00.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from a movie. dad is mad angry cause im leaving tmr morning and ive yet to pack my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught land of the lost with darling. its quite a weird show cause its a mixture of scary parts and comedy. nice nonetheless and cracked me up quite a bit. some parts are ultra lame though..&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go sort things out nw&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-2899321513324485097?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-4726090159933436122</id><published>2009-06-17T16:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:20:07.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had my 9th driving lesson today and it was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completed stage 2 but now i totally couldnt get a slot for my exam. rawr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson passed slowly and i couldnt check the time cause my phone was in my bag. :( its damn irritating when i had to rely on my phone for the time all the time ESPECIALLY DURING TUITION cause the parent will be thinking im checking my phone for sms!!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to darling house again at 1+ this morning to give him a surprise. after i reach his house i told him to come my house find me. but in fact i was waiting for him outside his door. i hid behind a wall near the life and waited for him to come out.&lt;br /&gt;he took damn long lor!!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;finally he came out, and while he was waiting for the lift, i couldnt help my giggles from escaping so i emerged from my hiding place. who knows he was like damn freaked out by my giggles, thinking it was a ghost or sth..&lt;br /&gt;!#^%*&amp;amp;^(*&lt;br /&gt;when he saw me he went,"fuck you" like 4-5 times. and he kept swearing at me&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;it took quite abit before he finally calmed down&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;lol.. dan xiao gui&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;we went to check my parking to see if it was acceptable. it was, so we went back up to his house, did something, then we slept. woke up at 5.15am, but he snoozed till 5.30. got downstairs and we went to our separate cars. to my utter shock, I GOT WHEEL CLAMPED!! omg.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjixAKG8KhI/AAAAAAAAA-o/xu_q_XVi4Kg/s1600-h/Photo1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjixAKG8KhI/AAAAAAAAA-o/xu_q_XVi4Kg/s400/Photo1065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348219173774043666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjixASe5gWI/AAAAAAAAA-w/HdvQgD-wX5c/s1600-h/Photo1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjixASe5gWI/AAAAAAAAA-w/HdvQgD-wX5c/s400/Photo1066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348219176022016354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, some kpo resident went to complain tt im parking in a resident lot when im supposed to park at the visitor lot&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;but come on, there are so many empty lots around la&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;darling drove over and saw the clamp. he parked his car infront of mine, asked me to wait for him there while he rushed off to the find the security.&lt;br /&gt;he was gone for what seemed like ages&lt;br /&gt;finally i saw a security guard carrying a torchlight from far coming over. he removed my clamp then dear arrived. he got to pay 50 bucks for the removal lor&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;damn crazy. so much money!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we drove home tgt. it was so fun la!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;uber sweet to stop beside at traffic lights and smile stupidly at each other&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning he went to find the committee regarding the clamp in hope of getting back the 50 bucks. sigh... hopefully they will do a refund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing project now. trying to chiong as much as possible before i leave for china tmr..&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-4726090159933436122?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/4726090159933436122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/06/had-my-9th-driving-lesson-today-and-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>my 8th driving lesson today and yup, ive finished my stage 2 lessons!!! yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;tmr is my stage 2 evaluation and i'll be booking for my TP!!&lt;br /&gt;whee&lt;br /&gt;today's lesson was sucky la. i almost crashed. zzz. morning woke up at 6+am, cuz my lesson's at 8am. i was still sleepyheaded and gong gong one..&lt;br /&gt;made hell lot of mistakes and my u-turns are fked up man.&lt;br /&gt;i turned SUPER SUPER WIDE and i couldnt turn back into my lane&lt;br /&gt;dno wad happened today&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;but still, i did 3 subjects so ive officially completed my stage 2 lessons.&lt;br /&gt;whee&lt;br /&gt;next lesson onwards will be in the circuit doing emergency braking, curb, parking, reversing and all those rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;im damn worried abt doing reverse and parking&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;seems damn hard and i suck at it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 nights back i stayed up till 2am and waited till my parents were asleep and i sneaked out and took the car and drove to john's house as a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn scary yet thrilling. i dno how to express it but then i was half scared-stiff and half-uber excited to be breaking the law.. lol&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad, i didnt know how to on the head lights so they were off throughout the journey!!&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;luckily i didnt meet with police&lt;br /&gt;halfway i was quite suspicious alr cause many taxi kept trailing me and i really thought they knew im an illegal driver and they r following me to help police catch me or sth..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;and i stopped at a bus stop to check my headlights but my door was jammed and my brain couldnt work so i just deicded to ignore the lights and continue my journey..&lt;br /&gt;i drove quite smoothly and i even drove with one hand for some time cause i was calling him, attempting to wake him up..&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;damn fun lurh!!&lt;br /&gt;when i reached his house, i pakred my car perfectly at a huge lot and went to meet him downstaires his block&lt;br /&gt;he was shocked and doesnt seem to be too happy to see him. he gave me a lecture abt the dire consequences f i got caught&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;we slept tgt till 5.15am then we went downstairs and he taught me parking. we didnt have much time and we were both nervous and panicky and at 5.45am, i broke down under the immense stress and cried.&lt;br /&gt;we came to a solution: he drive his car, and i drive mine to my house, then he help me park, then he drive back home in his car&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;it worked!! and it was damn fun to be driving side by side&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;hehes&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to watch star trek with him. quarrelled before meeting, and quarrelled after meeting&lt;br /&gt;he dumped me at vivo, starving, and without informing me, he left vivo to meet his friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible bf&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-2577039442821600759</id><published>2009-06-13T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:45:14.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darling brought me to eat ajisen ramen today!! he came pick me at my house at 10am then we headed to IMM for lunch..&lt;br /&gt;i ordered my usual crayfish ramen and he got some ebi bento. ordered pork asparagus as sidedish&lt;br /&gt;yum yum!!&lt;br /&gt;thanks darling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;he dropped me at school after tt so i went to the library to wait for the rest..&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;ended up not doing ANY work during the meeting today cause we were too entertained by one another.. laughed all the way till 5pm when the library closed and we had to leave&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;got home and had to babysit my sis for the night. ser came over a while and we chatted at my house bus stop&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;caught up with stuffs.. gotta meet sometime for lunch kays!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days kept meeting friends. 2 days back met xi hui at my tuition bus stop. turned out tt she stayed tt area too. we chatted all the way from the bus to taking the mrt but i had to alight at jurong east station cause i gotta change train to go bukit batok. then, at west mall, guess who i met.&lt;br /&gt;YAN YI!!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss my darl girl. she's still as sweet. she's on her way to meet her ex bf. hope they will patch. cant believe anyone dumping someone so sweet&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss my bf now. dno wad he doing&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-2577039442821600759?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-4574072213849674250</id><published>2009-06-13T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:40:48.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just now penny was trying to persuade miaohui to go to the china trip with her&lt;br /&gt;then miaohui was hesitant but penny kept begging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went&lt;br /&gt;me: if u dun go i buy u a lambo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she gave the most unbelievable answer ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: what for i want a lambo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;LOLSSSS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-4574072213849674250?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-6417102762070688278</id><published>2009-06-13T01:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:56:15.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me havent sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;missing my bf!!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;meeting him at 11am tmr to go for lunch. hehes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 u baby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-6417102762070688278?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/6417102762070688278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time no blog!! been going out with darling so much!! everyday in fact.. hahas&lt;br /&gt;his dad went overseas so the car is ours for the past few days and we used it to its fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday he brought me to the zoo!! (: after my driving lesson at 2pm, he came to fetch me with lunch(yum yum porridge!!). then his sandals broke so we decided to go his house to change his shoes. ate the porride there too.. but after tt i was still hungry so we bought Mac on the way at KAP drive through cause i was STARVING!!. got an upsized nugget meal plus apple pie and got a free charcoal coloured cup for free&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;whee&lt;br /&gt;got to the zoo at 3.10pm i think.  i havent been there since i was 5 or sth. i was so excited! hehes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, john was the sweetest!! he brought 2 bottles of iced water in case i feel hot!! (: plus he bought wet tissue/towel(chilled) to wipe ourselves with&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;he was doing the nagivating most of the time while im just over-my-head excited with everything i saw and damanding him to find the way to the animal enclosures which i want to visit&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;love u darl~&lt;br /&gt;it was damn hot and the coke we bought soon turned warm and not nice to drink anymore&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we saw all the animals!!(except two lame species of monkeys which i couldnt be bothered with)&lt;br /&gt;so fun!! and it was the first time i saw LIVE snakes gobbling up rats!! damn cool. it will like strike at it at lightning speed then hold its throat for quite some time before it starts to swallow it&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;dear got quite impatient cause i kept hogging around and refuses to leave the snake enclosure and he kept complaining tt at this rate we wont be seeing anything much cuz the zoo closes at 6pm&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;so we moved on (:&lt;br /&gt;white tigers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJkIBvX2tI/AAAAAAAAA-g/4uMjNtngqHA/s1600-h/DSCF2570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJkIBvX2tI/AAAAAAAAA-g/4uMjNtngqHA/s320/DSCF2570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346445796711062226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJkH9hszdI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Nvsxk1b-MDs/s1600-h/DSCF2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJkH9hszdI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Nvsxk1b-MDs/s320/DSCF2566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346445795579973074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is some weirdo fierce looking fish we saw..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJkHq3mfSI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/GfZxg0EBCjs/s1600-h/DSCF2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJkHq3mfSI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/GfZxg0EBCjs/s320/DSCF2571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346445790571560226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute baby hippo!!! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJkHSJMzAI/AAAAAAAAA-I/dxqBM0xxJwk/s1600-h/DSCF2575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJkHSJMzAI/AAAAAAAAA-I/dxqBM0xxJwk/s320/DSCF2575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346445783934487554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJkHAD6G3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/4SZEniYG4iA/s1600-h/DSCF2578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJkHAD6G3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/4SZEniYG4iA/s320/DSCF2578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346445779080452978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kangeroos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJjbx8OmfI/AAAAAAAAA94/Hl1Brh1D2Rc/s1600-h/DSCF2580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJjbx8OmfI/AAAAAAAAA94/Hl1Brh1D2Rc/s320/DSCF2580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346445036555770354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJjbhiIKaI/AAAAAAAAA9w/qNcgOKyPb5k/s1600-h/DSCF2582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJjbhiIKaI/AAAAAAAAA9w/qNcgOKyPb5k/s320/DSCF2582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346445032151329186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt want to take pics, thus explaining the angry face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJjbJG5OuI/AAAAAAAAA9o/_UhjdFzx3n0/s1600-h/DSCF2584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJjbJG5OuI/AAAAAAAAA9o/_UhjdFzx3n0/s320/DSCF2584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346445025594653410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJja6O7aDI/AAAAAAAAA9g/x29uuO7YDmA/s1600-h/DSCF2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJja6O7aDI/AAAAAAAAA9g/x29uuO7YDmA/s320/DSCF2585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346445021601818674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt take anymore pics with my camera after tt cause i was lazy.. hahas. but he did take a couple more with his phone of me with some cute and fat and lazy birds (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pic- the DEEEEELICIOUS strawberry milkshake i made this morning. cup is given to me by darling. I LOVE THE CUP CAUSE ITS PINK!! need i say more?? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJjap7gulI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DiiLivaaUOM/s1600-h/DSCF2592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJjap7gulI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DiiLivaaUOM/s320/DSCF2592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346445017225411154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent whole day with darling today too. he picked me up from my tuition and we went to his house for lunch!! he cooked me two stAKES(steaks) with black pepper sauce. super good!! loved it&lt;br /&gt;(:then i was still hungry so he went and cooked a huge pot of noodles for me hehes.. he watched his taiwan tv serial till 5.30pm and we set off for Sterling. he got to fix two little holes in the ceiling.. =x&lt;br /&gt;there he is (:   :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJixFrCFBI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/aC_bQYJi4-g/s1600-h/DSCF2593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJixFrCFBI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/aC_bQYJi4-g/s320/DSCF2593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346444303117980690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me enjoying myself thoroughly by camwhoring while he worked his ass off.. opss.. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiw29cDEI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Euj_TNOV-2s/s1600-h/DSCF2595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiw29cDEI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Euj_TNOV-2s/s320/DSCF2595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346444299168648258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiwsl1JkI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Ooj_FbIJCro/s1600-h/DSCF2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiwsl1JkI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Ooj_FbIJCro/s320/DSCF2598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346444296385275458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nice view outside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiwsErLBI/AAAAAAAAA84/yAZqsqNS0H8/s1600-h/DSCF2608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiwsErLBI/AAAAAAAAA84/yAZqsqNS0H8/s320/DSCF2608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346444296246209554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiwMxu4PI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Am6-Fahjr24/s1600-h/DSCF2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiwMxu4PI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Am6-Fahjr24/s320/DSCF2611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346444287845261554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the super lovely bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiCWu0mJI/AAAAAAAAA8o/gzAbeaFg-9o/s1600-h/DSCF2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiCWu0mJI/AAAAAAAAA8o/gzAbeaFg-9o/s320/DSCF2612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346443500243425426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiCKXNaTI/AAAAAAAAA8g/q6M9EBpR_EU/s1600-h/DSCF2617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiCKXNaTI/AAAAAAAAA8g/q6M9EBpR_EU/s320/DSCF2617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346443496923162930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiCPYlqDI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/qfMOGBSq1HA/s1600-h/DSCF2634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiCPYlqDI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/qfMOGBSq1HA/s320/DSCF2634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346443498271123506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiB0MqJsI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/L9uFGnmQxng/s1600-h/DSCF2642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiB0MqJsI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/L9uFGnmQxng/s320/DSCF2642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346443490973329090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiBiwAjwI/AAAAAAAAA8I/MXHj7hF6-eo/s1600-h/DSCF2654+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJiBiwAjwI/AAAAAAAAA8I/MXHj7hF6-eo/s320/DSCF2654+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346443486289760002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas i love this pic cause he looks so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;love u baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calling u now. muack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-5220463190269161480?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/5220463190269161480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time-no-blog-been-going-out-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/5220463190269161480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/5220463190269161480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time-no-blog-been-going-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SjJkIBvX2tI/AAAAAAAAA-g/4uMjNtngqHA/s72-c/DSCF2570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-1212620617084432495</id><published>2009-06-08T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:22:07.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy 10 months baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's been a mix of sweet and bitter times for us but we pulled through.. (: i'm glad to be back with you again after the painful and torturous 2.5 weeks. lets maintain this relationship and be together for a long long long long time k?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;love ya &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 2 papers today. my bstat started at 830.. i had to wake up damn early to study plus go to school.. :(&lt;br /&gt;after my paper ended at 10am, i went to meet my darling who came to school with breakfast/lunch for me.. (:&lt;br /&gt;he bought beef noodles and brought some yam paste for me cause i love it! hehes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he accompanied me till 12 i think, then he left to go workout in the gym..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met again at his other house-Sterling. some people are gonna go down service the aircons so we gotta go supervise them. i reached earlier than him luh!! waited for him for 30 minutes before he reached. was sweating like crazy cuz the weather sucks and i rushed down from school..&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning i still stupid stand outside the house but at abt 2.45pm i decided to go explore the place so i took the lift to basement, and to my utter glee, its completely airconditioned!!&lt;br /&gt;shiokness!!!&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed there and monitored the lift. waited till one of them went to 3rd floor then i thought that it might be him so i went up too.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;he opened the door for me and the house is sooo nice luh!! got jacuzzi somemore leh!!! just that rooms a bit small but everything else is perfect!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;love it so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;the toilets are amazing. nicer than hotel ones lor!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the aircon guys are late. so we on the aircon, played around on the bed in one of the rooms and settled down to watch a movie called the 'Italian[something]". it was a great show!!(though we didnt manage to finish it)&lt;br /&gt;halfway, the men came and went about doing their jobs. had a great afternoon. (:&lt;br /&gt;we went back to his other condo at 5+ and reached at 6pm. he went to cook dinner. i was supposed to help him but i fell asleep on the sofa while watching TV..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;was so tired after waking up early and sleeping late plus mental exhaustion from the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up grumpily and lazily and ate my dinner. he saw tt i was tired so he did the washing up too (:&lt;br /&gt;i rested awhile more, then we continued watching the movie till 9pm. then he took me out to tiong bahru for dessert but sadly the stall was closed or sth, so we went to dempsy for ben and jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;had a cone with chunky monkey plus strawberry cheesecake..&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;walked around abit, then we headed home(mine). then dno how come we decided that he teach me driving so i got home and got my father's car keys and off we went. i drove everywhere la! and its so fun!! teheheheh!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;did alot of new things.&lt;br /&gt;1) its my first time driving on the main roads at night&lt;br /&gt;2) i managed to hit 90km/h(according to him)&lt;br /&gt;3) my first time going into a right-turn pocket&lt;br /&gt;4) my first time to make alot alot of turns which ive never encountered before&lt;br /&gt;5) my first roundabout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drove to NTU and spin two times round the entire campus!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;its huge la!!&lt;br /&gt;but!! there was once i had to make a u turn and i totally dont know how to. and when he asked me to reverse, according to him, i accelerated and almost hit things/people behind the car.. ohwells. he got freaked out pretty bad by it and after tt he was on his toes about my driving..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;well, i didnt really notice the danger cause all the time im just too engrossed in being excited at making my first u turn.&lt;br /&gt;hehes&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i enjoyed myself thoroughly much!! driving at night is indefinitly harder than driving in the day. and my lenses were blurry so i couldnt really see the roads properly&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;fun nonetheless and sad that baby is now so terrified of my driving skills&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna call him alr&lt;br /&gt;tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-1212620617084432495?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/1212620617084432495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-10-months-baby-its-been-mix-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/1212620617084432495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/1212620617084432495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-10-months-baby-its-been-mix-of.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-608717412974853351</id><published>2009-06-07T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:03:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with didi last nght.. i was late(ops*) cause there was a freaking jam all around JP due to their newly built carpark!! and all the cars were waiting to get in and my bus its freaking stuck behind! hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to the library to borrow his book, then we went to have dinner at sakae. his treat! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/Sispntpo0qI/AAAAAAAAA78/bqBRyhR0Bqg/s1600-h/DSC01198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/Sispntpo0qI/AAAAAAAAA78/bqBRyhR0Bqg/s320/DSC01198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344411145051099810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SispnRNF-_I/AAAAAAAAA70/erOyPOMALoc/s1600-h/DSC01205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SispnRNF-_I/AAAAAAAAA70/erOyPOMALoc/s320/DSC01205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344411137415183346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SispnHXVUDI/AAAAAAAAA7s/2D7FVSpr0GE/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/SispnHXVUDI/AAAAAAAAA7s/2D7FVSpr0GE/s320/DSC01208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344411134773776434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/Sispm3Q0-kI/AAAAAAAAA7k/fkIoP3IK9h8/s1600-h/DSC01214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/Sispm3Q0-kI/AAAAAAAAA7k/fkIoP3IK9h8/s320/DSC01214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344411130451524162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only ordered beef udon but he ordered alot of food to share with me!! we had some soft shell crab, seaweed, sushi, fried salmon(which he kept convincing me to try but i told him i would only eat it for one person[which happened not to be him], so he gave up hahas..), chawanmushi blah blah&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sakae sushi invented a new type of sushi WHICH IS HELL NICE!!! its in the last pic above and its freaking delicious!! it consists of a meat floss base, avocado on one side and prawn with mayo on the other and it taste super heavenly!!! im so addicted to it!!! if they have it in the buffet, i would go there everyday and eat solely this la cause its really damn amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to shop around after the dinner. went to esprit and NOW THEY ARE HAVING A 50% DISCOUNT. WTF!!! so the clothes i bought last time ARE NOW SELLING AT HALF PRICE!! omg. im damn sad k!!! if ive waited for just a few more days i would have saved 50 dollars or sth la!!&lt;br /&gt;gawd!!&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;sad sad.. we went walk around a bit more then he got to go cuz its late and he's flying off today and he has yet to pack his luggage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta study already. tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-608717412974853351?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/608717412974853351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/06/went-out-with-didi-last-nght.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/608717412974853351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/608717412974853351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/06/went-out-with-didi-last-nght.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UC8VnAJ-rY/Sispntpo0qI/AAAAAAAAA78/bqBRyhR0Bqg/s72-c/DSC01198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-3916892435718043300</id><published>2009-06-06T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:25:57.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg edmund is so sweet to his gf lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bought her jewellery and a huge bunch of chocolate flowers and brought her to a hotel to have a romantic meal on her bdae!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan to have a sweet bf too!&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xuesha bf also damn sweet! bought her gucci bag plus  gucci purse plus accessories plus camera plus jewellery plus a trip to dno where for her bdae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why some pple so lucky one ar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-3916892435718043300?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/3916892435718043300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-edmund-is-so-sweet-to-his-gf-lor-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3916892435718043300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/3916892435718043300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-edmund-is-so-sweet-to-his-gf-lor-he.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328305701068492278.post-6202119945746024210</id><published>2009-06-06T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:14:42.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didi asked me out.. he's coming all the way from habourfront to JP..&lt;br /&gt;dno i shld go or not..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328305701068492278-6202119945746024210?l=ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/feeds/6202119945746024210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/06/didi-asked-me-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6202119945746024210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328305701068492278/posts/default/6202119945746024210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlovestory080808.blogspot.com/2009/06/didi-asked-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>wu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
