<?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-23803078</id><updated>2011-12-25T11:18:07.049+08:00</updated><category term='010110'/><category term='vday video'/><category term='smell in your mouth'/><category term='What is devoted?'/><category term='stress'/><category term='4mths till you leave..and still dont have the courage to tell you &quot;I Love You&quot;'/><category term='22 Apr'/><category term='我对你的爱获取更强，随着每一天'/><category term='ILY'/><category term='Os'/><category term='wait'/><category term='drinks'/><category term='it takes alot of courage to love and even more effort to forget'/><category term='cake'/><category term='GT-LY'/><category term='fork'/><category term='drool saliva'/><title type='text'>my memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-4876491061357637960</id><published>2011-12-25T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T11:18:07.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0NhctN1hrw/TvaU-EXa1AI/AAAAAAAAAE8/m29moedY724/s1600/pandamerryChristmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0NhctN1hrw/TvaU-EXa1AI/AAAAAAAAAE8/m29moedY724/s1600/pandamerryChristmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I dont want much for Christmas. I want the person reading this to remain in my life forever. This person is someone, I don't wanna lose. :D Love you forever Pei Min.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-4876491061357637960?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4876491061357637960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=4876491061357637960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/4876491061357637960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/4876491061357637960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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/-d0NhctN1hrw/TvaU-EXa1AI/AAAAAAAAAE8/m29moedY724/s72-c/pandamerryChristmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-1772328540929933809</id><published>2011-12-08T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:45:59.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTiDEdXLzk8/TuDaPVWjoBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/guINVdRv9Sc/s1600/smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTiDEdXLzk8/TuDaPVWjoBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/guINVdRv9Sc/s320/smile.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To be honest with you, I dont have&amp;nbsp;the words to make you feel better. But I do have the arms to give you a hug, ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about, and I have a heart; a heart that's aching to see you smile again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-1772328540929933809?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1772328540929933809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=1772328540929933809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1772328540929933809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1772328540929933809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2011/12/be-happy.html' title='Be Happy'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTiDEdXLzk8/TuDaPVWjoBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/guINVdRv9Sc/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-3094610501380169492</id><published>2011-12-08T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:38:32.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would be here..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ8fFUx3C74/TuDYQXMNyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xzHHZbgT1ng/s1600/I%2527ll+be+there+for+you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ8fFUx3C74/TuDYQXMNyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xzHHZbgT1ng/s1600/I%2527ll+be+there+for+you.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You asked me what if one day you left? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I just want to tell you, I'll still&amp;nbsp;stay by your side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;o when you need someone to talk to, I would be here for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When you want to share your joy, I would be here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When you need someone to share your problems, I would be here. When you need a shoulder or a listening ear, I would still be here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But if there's one day if you would asked "where am I?"&amp;nbsp;I would tell you, &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I Never Left"..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-3094610501380169492?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3094610501380169492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=3094610501380169492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3094610501380169492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3094610501380169492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-would-be-here.html' title='I would be here..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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/-wQ8fFUx3C74/TuDYQXMNyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xzHHZbgT1ng/s72-c/I%2527ll+be+there+for+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-6836560758286328773</id><published>2011-12-06T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T23:36:39.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;你只说我直能喜欢你的声音。但你没说我不能喜欢你。可是我想让你知道我一点都不喜欢你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;因为，我爱你！：）&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-6836560758286328773?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6836560758286328773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=6836560758286328773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6836560758286328773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6836560758286328773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-7386995181672576382</id><published>2011-12-05T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T23:27:03.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would be there for you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JK9yMpLC8rQ/TtzSZLhS9oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PGX47z9Wth0/s1600/threerose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JK9yMpLC8rQ/TtzSZLhS9oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PGX47z9Wth0/s1600/threerose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eversince July, we started to text each other everyday till now. Isn't that amazing? For so many months. It just goes on and on each day. It just got started by a small text from you. I could still remember very clearly, that night you talked to me through the night till you doze off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I could also remember how much you would text me and care for me when I'm in low moods. Even when I do not reply you. You still stayed till the very end. You make very sure that I would be happy &amp;amp; have no worries to worry about. You even woke up so early and went with me for my hospital appointments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Over these months, I felt your care, your concern, your worries about me, and your perserverance in talking to me. Telling me jokes to cheer me up without fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Now, it's my turn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It's my turn to feel what you did and felt for me those days. I found myself constantly thinking of you. No matter where I am, No matter What I'm doing, I would still be thinking of you. I get worried when you're ill, when you need some warmth, when you do not have an umbrella on rainy days, hungry, gastric and also, ESP at night, I would get extra worried if I didnt hear that you have reached home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The sacrifices that I'll do for you, no matter how much effort or pain it takes. Even if its running all the way back to school with my feet injury just to get you a chicken wrap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Going to school early or going back late by few hours just to keep you accompany, going around lots of places and places just to&amp;nbsp;find the "Kinder Surprise" or something that you want or&amp;nbsp;need no matter how far some places are. Helping with your tomato sauces and remembering your likes and dislikes, helping you finish your meal or drink even if I can't drink anymore or having my gastric pains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I just want to tell you that, when you're sad, I want to be there for you to lend a listening ear. When you're at the lowest of your mood, I want to be there to&amp;nbsp;lend my shoulder for you to lean on, comfort you&amp;nbsp;and let you&amp;nbsp;cry all your troubles out. When you get ill, I would pray for you, that you will recover from your illness soon. &amp;amp; also make sure that you will eat your meds and have adequate rest. I want to be the first one you'll be&amp;nbsp;looking for when you need help. I want to be the first person and last person you will be thinking of when you're awake and before you sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I do not care if you would hurt me. I want to let you know that, you will never be a burden to me at all. Never.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I may not be the best now. But I will be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;No matter what happens,&amp;nbsp;I promised. I will take very good care of you, pray for you and be with you, and never leave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;佩敏，我爱你。我是真心的，给我一个机会和你在一起好吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;-真心爱你的豆子&lt;/span&gt;&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/23803078-7386995181672576382?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7386995181672576382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=7386995181672576382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7386995181672576382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7386995181672576382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-would-be-there-for-you.html' title='I would be there for you..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JK9yMpLC8rQ/TtzSZLhS9oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PGX47z9Wth0/s72-c/threerose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-2149303540962616726</id><published>2011-11-21T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:59:43.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4mths till you leave..and still dont have the courage to tell you &quot;I Love You&quot;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv6j6qTzVKM/TspI5OMOrjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jUHMwopHInM/s1600/clouds.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv6j6qTzVKM/TspI5OMOrjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jUHMwopHInM/s320/clouds.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Couldn't find the right picture.&amp;nbsp;Perhaps, this is how I feel right now. I'm really not sure what's the best thing to do. Or the best step to take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But I would still wait for you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and be by your side,&amp;nbsp;giving you my&amp;nbsp;shoulder to cry on, rest on when you're tired, ears to listen to your problems and be the reason for you to&amp;nbsp;smile&amp;nbsp;till the very end.. I am not your best now, but give me time, I'll be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-2149303540962616726?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2149303540962616726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=2149303540962616726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2149303540962616726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2149303540962616726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2011/11/couldnt-find-right-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv6j6qTzVKM/TspI5OMOrjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jUHMwopHInM/s72-c/clouds.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-3121770481504676848</id><published>2011-11-17T08:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T08:35:19.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it takes alot of courage to love and even more effort to forget'/><title type='text'>My feelings as how the song suggests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/BVpXUyXPKOg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BVpXUyXPKOg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BVpXUyXPKOg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-3121770481504676848?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3121770481504676848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=3121770481504676848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3121770481504676848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3121770481504676848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-feelings-as-how-song-suggests.html' title='My feelings as how the song suggests'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-5175072583309870991</id><published>2011-10-26T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T17:02:04.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count on me, just like 123</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;You can count on me.. ~ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZxGyrg0Ud8/TqVq00Iw3II/AAAAAAAAAEA/DsyO61bPzQI/s1600/Smurfs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZxGyrg0Ud8/TqVq00Iw3II/AAAAAAAAAEA/DsyO61bPzQI/s320/Smurfs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_SXAURBY0g/TqVqywKVOGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_n_-PLrKCfg/s1600/bean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_SXAURBY0g/TqVqywKVOGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_n_-PLrKCfg/s1600/bean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Shall update my blog after such a Beanie long time.. ~&amp;nbsp; haha.. Oh.. if you find it strange why I posted this photo, is caused, I am called Bean now.. haha.. and Johnny English and Smurfs were both very Smurfsome moive.. of course, it was better, caused I watched it with someoneeeee.. Some sotong.. piggyyy.. heh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Okay, and sch was fine, good and better now.. and I look forward going to sch everydayy.. but best thing is, 8am class, I leave home only at 8am.. nice right? haha.. just need that cute morning call to wake me up for lessons.. okay, shall end here now.. there's still so much things I want to share! but soon.. when I come back.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNyceXZtMd0/TqVq2YqY7RI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mQS4Z3ZnlzY/s1600/Panda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNyceXZtMd0/TqVq2YqY7RI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mQS4Z3ZnlzY/s1600/Panda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;and to that sotong, you better take good care of yourself when I'm away. Eat well, Sleep well and rest well. If you're looking at this at 1am now, please go and sleep! -&amp;nbsp;PANDA WILL BE WATCHING YOU!!&amp;nbsp;:) rmb to write notes for me uh.. cheerss..and wait for me to come back! count down uhh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-7925025767429312505?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7925025767429312505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=7925025767429312505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7925025767429312505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7925025767429312505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2011/10/beannn.html' title=':) Beannn'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZxGyrg0Ud8/TqVq00Iw3II/AAAAAAAAAEA/DsyO61bPzQI/s72-c/Smurfs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-5885325821637195211</id><published>2011-07-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:38:06.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is devoted?'/><title type='text'>GPA 4.0</title><content type='html'>Hope that I can really do well for my exams in Accounting. Last year, first semester, I was really badly affected and didnt do really well. But did manage to focus one week before exams. Second Sem was much better. Can really focus, tho I still lost all my motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm really not sure. I really need "the" motivation. But, where do I find it?? sigh.. sometimes, my tears can drop for no reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can overcome the "distractions" as soon as I can.. really hate it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-5885325821637195211?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5885325821637195211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=5885325821637195211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5885325821637195211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5885325821637195211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2011/07/gpa-40.html' title='GPA 4.0'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-102352822161741418</id><published>2011-07-26T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:33:10.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>I really do not know what to do whenever requests came. I may accept on M and T. but not really on the last one. because, I'm afraid I might see smth I dont wish to see.. Yes, its true that I maybe running away from the fact. But please.. I still cannot forget everything and treat it like nothing had happen and live the nxt day normally happily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-102352822161741418?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/102352822161741418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=102352822161741418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/102352822161741418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/102352822161741418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2011/07/should-i.html' title='Should I?'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-818159101608303017</id><published>2011-07-26T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:29:34.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to move on..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Time to move on.. but I'm not sure when I can.. I shouldn't try at all.. perhaps, all things would be different.. Any regrets? idk.. there's currently nothing that can make me not think without being sad.. my friends always say, time will help.. time isn't helping.. everyday its still the same thing. I hope that I can really find someone that really cherish me and give me her true love and care no matter what happens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I dont want another, "Sometimes, things are difficult to say"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-818159101608303017?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/818159101608303017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=818159101608303017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/818159101608303017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/818159101608303017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-to-move-on.html' title='Time to move on..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-7543058625043135853</id><published>2011-01-09T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:13:04.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you alot..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TSmvUpdZ5iI/AAAAAAAAADw/pf6IkwR6Hbg/s1600/164717_489259398346_688108346_6080680_96032_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TSmvUpdZ5iI/AAAAAAAAADw/pf6IkwR6Hbg/s320/164717_489259398346_688108346_6080680_96032_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fractured my right thumb.. ): my cupboard fell on me.. pain.. pain.. ): hope it recover soon.. it still hurts a little now. This coming Wed, going KTPH for MRI scan.. well, comfim something bad is in my body. SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. First day of work on Mon. Not too bad, nice colleagues. Funny ones and learn quite afew things. (: Have few of them quite young. (: but, I just dont know wad to do. There's one colleague who looked almost like her! How am I going to forget her like that? Cant help but to keep glancing at her.. nah. nvm.. Just continue to love her ba, since I cant forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Its 9th of January now. And I'm still thinking of you constantly. Whenever I'm alone, or I see couples being sweet or hear songs like, 我爱的就是你，小酒窝(My fav song which you remembered)，MJ's, you're not alone, Always Be my Baby and etc. All the memories would come back. Sometimes, I couldnt help but cry in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered there was once you asked me, What if one day, you want to break up with me, What would I do or how would I feel? I said, "you would have your reasons wanting to break up with me, and I would respect your decision". Its true, I respected your decisions. Reluctantly. And I regretted it. But,&amp;nbsp; I have yet to know WHY. Wads the reason that you wanted SO MUCH, to break up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening that I cried in front of you, I really thought to myself, wad have I done? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, you and I would be taking our O's results. Last year, my biggest fear was you, to change your heart once you're in Poly. But now. Everything is not the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were given a chance to be with you again, even the ending is the same, I would. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Because I really loved you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f451508ab1498fda" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df451508ab1498fda%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331190781%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D36FB7A5F7A2D92111FAAF05F5A325919D978F.292AB09967B24CE0F2CE57B28B15FE9CD9254905%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df451508ab1498fda%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXy_7HoWtZKOVtmA_Qaxc-U7rfH8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df451508ab1498fda%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331190781%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D36FB7A5F7A2D92111FAAF05F5A325919D978F.292AB09967B24CE0F2CE57B28B15FE9CD9254905%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df451508ab1498fda%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXy_7HoWtZKOVtmA_Qaxc-U7rfH8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱的真的就是你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;*I would never argue with you again. I'm Sorry. I'll never let you change for me. And I would compromise with you, with anything you wish. As long as we can be together again. Let that be my best birthday gift ever.. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-7543058625043135853?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7543058625043135853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=7543058625043135853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7543058625043135853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7543058625043135853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-miss-you-alot.html' title='I miss you alot..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TSmvUpdZ5iI/AAAAAAAAADw/pf6IkwR6Hbg/s72-c/164717_489259398346_688108346_6080680_96032_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-6729734725402433599</id><published>2011-01-02T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:33:12.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GT-LY'/><title type='text'>Happy 2011!</title><content type='html'>Its a new year. 2011. Well, it wasnt as nice as last year. Perhaps&amp;nbsp;a sad and empty one? On New Year's day, I kept thinking and thinking if I should wish you? But I guess, I better not. Because you wont reply anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a year aft we were tog. Till now, the day that you accepted me was the best New Year gift I had. The happiness and sweetness of calling you dear and darling. I still cant forget the first day we met at shss at CCA fair. Also, our first date at Iluma-which I couldnt pronouce properly -eluma? I also kepy bending down, cause I couldnt hear you.&amp;nbsp;And when we reached the bus-stop which I wanted to give you my first. But was shy. Of course the passing of sweets too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and everytime when you lie on my shoulder. I would ask myself, how lucky I was to have you holding my hands and letting my arms to wrap your waist, combing your hair, your fringe to the side. There was also once which we didnt met for 3 weeks. That was really not an easy time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered how funny and cute you was when we was caught by your sister's friend. The I Love You sweets which you looked so surprise when you asked what I wanted to give you. Also the Birthday wish you gave me. Tho there was no presents, being with you was the best gift ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 22nd April was a day that I was at my bottom of my life. At the bench when you even let go of our hands, that was the last straw. I just cried in front of you, I couldnt hold back anymore, I kept asking myself not to cry on bus when we are on the way. But I did. Thanks for the tissue you gave, I still kept it in my drawer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really regret breaking up with you. Because I knew I couldnt forget you at all. There were many times which I tried to forget you, by laughing at you on fb, making you angry. But that doesnt work at all. Speaking the truth, everytime I did that, my heart breaks. Thats why I apologise to you on your birthday. Sorry that I didnt get you a gift I promised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept&amp;nbsp;the promise to study hard. On the first few days of school, I kept studying and neglected you. You was angry, so I kept my pace down, so I could have more time with you. Skipping my CCAs at times to meet you at night. But I found it weird when you asked me&amp;nbsp;not to put all my focus on studies, while you did, and didnt care about me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You once told me when you cried because of your studies and issues with friends, "You are my only source of motivation". Its true, I lost all of the motivation to study when you're not by my side. On 1st June, our promise and also 12th Nov after your Os. These were the two days that I cry myself to sleep. The letter you gave, was the best tap I have, there was never once I did not cry reading just the first sentence. That was the first and the&amp;nbsp;last I Love You you wrote to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping&amp;nbsp;our promise,&amp;nbsp;I have gotten a GPA 4.0 last semester. The highest one could ever&amp;nbsp;get with Distintion. Also, wanting to go poly faster to be with you, I took up O' lvls English every Friday. I could say that, you were my motivation to work harder each time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it had been eight months after our breakup. One thing that I would like to tell you. I was never with that girl you said. Yes, we went out to the places I wanted to take you to. Yes, I liked her before. But, the only person I love is really you. I was devoted and faithful to you. I never once glance at any other girls or change my mind no matter how many times we quarrelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes just wish that I could be a better boyf to you, and give you 100% freedom and 100% trust. Not getting jealous, not demanding us to meet. and just letting you do anything you liked. I regretted that I controlled you too much. I regretted that, I was jealous about you.&amp;nbsp;I regretted that I ignored you before our relationship. I regretted for making you angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was all because I love you. Last year on countdown, I thought I would have someone to welcome the New Year and Christmas with me. But,&amp;nbsp;it never came true.&amp;nbsp;I kept&amp;nbsp;talking to some of my friends,&amp;nbsp;wanting them to lighten the sadness in me. But, they soon called me naggy. I could only keep every sadness in my heart and cry silently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when will we meet again and what will happen if we meet on streets one day. How would I feel? Would I cry? I dont know. I just want to tell you that, I still&amp;nbsp;love you. No matter what you did and how you treated me. I'll still wait for you to come back and give me your love again. 我爱你。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-6729734725402433599?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6729734725402433599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=6729734725402433599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6729734725402433599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6729734725402433599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011!'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-1133658185654785428</id><published>2010-12-25T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T11:16:47.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I thought of you before and even till this very day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;If loving and thinking of you was breathing. I guessed, I love you and thought of you every single second of&amp;nbsp; my life, till my last breath..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-1133658185654785428?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1133658185654785428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=1133658185654785428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1133658185654785428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1133658185654785428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-i-thought-of-you-before-and-even.html' title='How I thought of you before and even till this very day..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-2542435463432713289</id><published>2010-12-25T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T11:07:02.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spechless</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I dont know why do I still tear after reading her letter she gave before our breakup.. That evening when I read it, I even teared on the very first sentence she wrote. I really dont know what's with my herat. Am I reall too stupid, dumb? or what? Why am I still not forgetting her after 8 mths since the breakup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of this year, I thought that I could have someone by my side to celebrate Christmas and welcoming the New Year. But for now, I think I can jump in the sea and drown. I dont think thats possible for now. I really felt very betrayed. Why cant I still find true love? Why is that every girl just liked to play with ppl's feelings? It's isnt the matter that girls said guys are jerks. Like what she told me before we're tog. I siad I would prove to her I would be faithful. Sigh, now it had became that girls are one of them too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If forgetting was really that easy, I would have really forgotten her that very day we broke up. and I wouldnt even care to cry in front of her. You tell me on 10, how many guys would cry for their girlfriends? But well, crying myself to sleep sometimes at the start its really a norm. Now, even tho I dont cry myself to sleep, but its still heartbreaking for me. and I dont know why did she keep appearing in my dreams? 3days in a roll or more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year its really my worst birthday, Christmas and New Year ever. In 2 days more, would be after a year,&amp;nbsp;the day that I had confessed to her. For now, I just hope that nothing happens to me on the 12th Jan. Hope my MRI scan doesnt shows up anything bad. But I know it would. I know myself well whats happening to me. Well, if my illness could be exchanged for her love, I might think its really worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-2542435463432713289?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2542435463432713289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=2542435463432713289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2542435463432713289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2542435463432713289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/12/spechless.html' title='Spechless'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-4007435707084134610</id><published>2010-10-04T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:04:59.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Never forget what I've done for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;But never remember what you did to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;For, I don't know how much time I've left..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-4007435707084134610?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4007435707084134610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=4007435707084134610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/4007435707084134610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/4007435707084134610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/10/forget.html' title='Forget'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-7320662977518304577</id><published>2010-09-05T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:38:08.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd September 2010</title><content type='html'>Yes.. Its 3rd September.. Something did happended.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.. I just hope that the blood clot on my arms can recover quickly.. and hope the results of my x-ray and ECG is good and nothing negative..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-7320662977518304577?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7320662977518304577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=7320662977518304577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7320662977518304577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7320662977518304577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/09/3rd-september-2010.html' title='3rd September 2010'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-1798896882095612136</id><published>2010-07-27T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:12:23.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If I say something will happen to me in September.. Will you remember?key in your phone's calender? Or will you be worried? Or rather are you curious? Well.. nevermind.. you dont care about me anymore.. This might be my only post telling you about wad might happen to me that month.. Because, perhaps, I might not have the chance to post this again..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please remember me if you have the heart.. Remember who is Leonard Y.. The times you had with him.. Happy, sad.. He was the one who is there for you when you need him.. and never forget his devotion for you.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-1798896882095612136?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1798896882095612136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=1798896882095612136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1798896882095612136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1798896882095612136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/07/september-2010_27.html' title='September 2010'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-2243306730065324659</id><published>2010-07-25T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:01:00.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TL</title><content type='html'>You asked me what's with my blog link.. I told you. but you seem to talk like a queen.. as if, everyone wants to link you up and talk to you.. who do you think you are? I put it there for you to ask me, so you wont think that i remove your link without any reason.. I gave you my reason.. I did things with reason.. How about you? Did you leave me with a reason? Well.. I guess not.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you aked me whats TL.. yes.. It stands for too late.. and whats with too late? Figure out yourself.. and I dont understand whats with MC in your msg on fb.. I find it rather funny and not realistic.. dont tell me that he stalked every single one of his students? Well.. if he did.. then better becareful of him.. furthermore.. I didnt remove the link cause I want to forget you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me leave you with this quote, "What&amp;nbsp;goes around,&amp;nbsp;comes around.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-2243306730065324659?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2243306730065324659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=2243306730065324659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2243306730065324659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2243306730065324659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/07/tl.html' title='TL'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-3092019766059492248</id><published>2010-07-16T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:26:02.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Their story.. Our story..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;He, is a person, who will go all out to sacrifice, commit, love and care about his girlfriend..&amp;nbsp;He wants his girlf to msg him all the while.. and meet him.. cus, he thinks that, his girlf had been spending too much time with her own friends, and didnt have much time with him.. He would rather decline all outting with his friends, and go out with her girlf..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;She, is a person, with a heart.. and she thinks, friends are more important than her boyf.. she rather meet her friends than him.. she doesent likes to msg so much.. cus, she thinks, its tiring.. many a times.. she wanted to break up with him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Well, it has been at least 8 months down the road.. Its not easy, learning each other's habits, attitutes, etc.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;She said, everytime when she wants to break up with him.. she would think of, him, eating all alone.. cus, he had already been not eating or going out with his friends, or rather not much social friends since, he is with her.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;She cried.. and cried.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;And, another story.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;This Him, he would sacrifice his sleep, and wake up early to msg her girlf while she's on the way to sch.. and sleep late, to accompany her as she studies late into the night.. He would also, decline all outting with his friends if there is an option to choose and go out with his girlf.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;He will buy things for her, any when and then, when he sees something he thought which may make his girlf happy.. also, compromising his girlf's mood&amp;nbsp;swings and always giving in..&amp;nbsp;Its a long distance relationship in this account.. furthermore, its also an low-profile relationship.. A relationship need lots of support and advise from friends and relatives(cousins)..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;His only simple wish? Meet as long as it is possible, and msg whenever its possible.. Because, he thinks, communication is the key..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;This She, she would rather meet her friends than her boyf.. cus she thinks, its the last year they would be together.. and should spend more time.. She was throwing all her moods all around at first.. but later.. Changed.. after her boyf's advise or a argument.. She turned to be, a much more understanding person, sacrifice to make her boyf happy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;There were many times, she wanted to break up.. because, she thinks, she is tired.. and she finds that she cant commit more than what her boyf can give.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Conclusion.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Both stories, the two guys love their girlf, more than they love themselves.. However, they never really realise, their girlf cant give them as much love, sacrifices as they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;And the both girls, they cant really commit themselves that much into that relationship.. Although both of them wanted to break up many times.. they still tried to love, and sacrifice for their boy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;first story is my friend's account.. Seeing her cry.. made me feel, how my girlf(ex) was feeling.. Because, she always cried, when there are arguments between us.. But crying for the relationship, means, she still loves him, and care about the relationship.. However they are still together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;The second, was mine.. Well, I dont know what to say.. I know that, she did really put alot into our realtionship, and she just cant simply control and stand it.. I am lost for words.. but, &amp;nbsp;I only know something.. She never forgotten J.. She feels alot for him.. more than she could for me..&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was just a substitute.. she was deceving herself.. that she loves me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;There are so much things to prove why.. but I dont want to&amp;nbsp;say it here.. Because, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I Love her too much.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-3092019766059492248?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3092019766059492248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=3092019766059492248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3092019766059492248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3092019766059492248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/07/their-story-our-story.html' title='Their story.. Our story..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-3084364607143970855</id><published>2010-07-11T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:08:34.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are immune</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;you are immnue to wad i say now.. my posts of, telling you, I cant forget you, that, I am devoted.. that, I still love you.. takes no effect on you at all.. but, do you remember how we got together? how I confessed to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I dont know why, this week, I just felt everything is repeating again.. I just felt that we are still together, waking up in the morning to wake you up, at night to wish you goodnight and asking you to cover.. I miss your hands&amp;nbsp;locking&amp;nbsp;around my arms, I miss the warmth of your head when you lie down on my chest.. I miss your breath.. I miss your legs resting on me.. I MISS YOU ALOT ALOT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I have stopped msging you now.. thats wad you always wanted am I right? I think, we could really be strangers now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;why do you have to do this to me? wad did i deserve to have this? do&amp;nbsp;you really hate me so much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I just cant bring myself to hate you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Did you really really love me at all? Even once? Did you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;How I wish you're by my side when I need someone to talk to.. how I wish, we were still happily together, spending everday, talking to each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- I'll be waiting.. November.. My promise.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;- and&amp;nbsp;I thank you for trying piglet again that night for your feelings to come back.. I appreciate that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I am ready to change for you.. as long as you are willing to accept me again.. and starting afresh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;LY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-3084364607143970855?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3084364607143970855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=3084364607143970855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3084364607143970855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3084364607143970855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are-immune.html' title='you are immune'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-43526293272442976</id><published>2010-07-04T13:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:01:43.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's your life.. It's your choice..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TDAdxPoTN5I/AAAAAAAAADM/oL0yuwuBeCQ/s1600/28062010176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TDAdxPoTN5I/AAAAAAAAADM/oL0yuwuBeCQ/s320/28062010176.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TDAenqKph7I/AAAAAAAAADU/nZAdc-3IC8w/s1600/28062010169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TDAenqKph7I/AAAAAAAAADU/nZAdc-3IC8w/s320/28062010169.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TDAfGcngDgI/AAAAAAAAADc/KR5tr5y6GJY/s1600/28062010174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TDAfGcngDgI/AAAAAAAAADc/KR5tr5y6GJY/s320/28062010174.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Remember all these places?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;The first one is where we got down the bus and walk.. where I finally remembered how to hold your hands after correcting me for so long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;The second one, is where we took the underpass to the grand place.. which you complained about your blister on your toe.. And I applied the cute tweety&amp;nbsp;plaster which you never got&amp;nbsp;to put for me,&amp;nbsp;for you.. and risked myself getting HFMD, which i dont mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;And the third one is&amp;nbsp;the purple bus which we always saw, during those days..&amp;nbsp;A purple single deck bus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Well, I am not sure when you will ignore me to.. but it's your life after all.. I cant decide for you, what to do.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Problems started for us almost weeks after we got together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;My friend had always told me you are not a good girlf, and encouraged me to breakup with you.. But I always believe, you will change.. And chances should be given.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;You changed alot alot for me after 16th Febuary.. FOR THREE WEEKS.. we did not quarrel, we did not have any disagreements.. I can FEEL it.. and I was very very happy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Although, now, we cant even be friends.. and things had to come to this point.. But..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;All I can say was.. I NEVER REGRET BEING WITH YOU.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;you changed my life..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you'll be forever in my heart.. and never forgotten..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-43526293272442976?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/43526293272442976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=43526293272442976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/43526293272442976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/43526293272442976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-your-life-its-your-choice.html' title='It&apos;s your life.. It&apos;s your choice..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TDAdxPoTN5I/AAAAAAAAADM/oL0yuwuBeCQ/s72-c/28062010176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-5859863773524946727</id><published>2010-06-27T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T18:01:40.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you thinking in your mind now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qs0X8C9Jdvo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/Qs0X8C9Jdvo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You told me that you ignore me because, I went out with that girl.. But I have no feelings for her at all.. But why ignore me because of this? Its it because you thought that, how I said I love you was all fake? Why cant you believe that my love for you is true? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one of those guys like 'him' or those flirty, and undevoted love.. I am not one of those.. &lt;br /&gt;My motivation is still not up.. College semester is starting soon.. How am I going to lead that kind of mundane life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really need you back.. I want us to start afresh again.. Can you start by msging me everyday from today? &lt;br /&gt;You asked me to trust you.. Till this day, I had already learnt to give my full trust to you.. I really really love you alot.. I want to take care of you.. Being by your side.. G.. Dont you feel anything for us? At all? Not even regreting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My thoughts were us was, to last till you reach poly.. Because, you will know better guys there.. I really dont mind, how you treat me.. or feel bad for loosing feelings for me.. But I want you to accept my true love.. Can you trust me again? That, I will not give you anymore problems? I will agree anything you say, as long as we're together..&amp;nbsp;Even its less than a year till you reach poly.. But,&amp;nbsp; really dont mind.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Reply my msgs from now on.. will you? And if you see this.. reply okay? and get well soon.. I&amp;nbsp;am worried about you.. I cant sleep at all..&amp;nbsp;I dont know how you are.. Please reply me from now on.. Dont ignore me anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TCccDhgLLfI/AAAAAAAAADE/1nuiJF3qPms/s1600/27062010168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TCccDhgLLfI/AAAAAAAAADE/1nuiJF3qPms/s320/27062010168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These are our first month presents which you gave..&amp;nbsp;which I still sleep and cry on every night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The white bear, reads, 'Love'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The love we have.. and we last..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Can you give me the love again?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You still owe me, first month card, V'day's gift,&amp;nbsp;birthday card&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; my birthday present.. When will you give them to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-5859863773524946727?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5859863773524946727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=5859863773524946727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5859863773524946727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5859863773524946727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-are-you-thinking-in-your-mind-now.html' title='What are you thinking in your mind now?'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TCccDhgLLfI/AAAAAAAAADE/1nuiJF3qPms/s72-c/27062010168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-6582922791651062145</id><published>2010-06-25T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:35:15.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ignore me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;I dont know why are you ignoring me.. I know there is something that made you stopped msging me.. What is it? I want to know even the truth hurts.. Can you please tell me yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Did you know how worried I was for you? I contacted her, to know if you were alright.. I thought something had happened to you.. Contacting Ch, was really my last option if you had not replied me on fb that night.. But, I told myself not to. Cause, I know you will hate me, if I did.. Arent we used to be closed before? Sharing all of our life? Why cant we do that again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;G.. No matter how hurtful the truth is.. I will not hate you.. Even if I do.. Please dont blame me.. The posibility that I might hate you is because I love you too much.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Please tell me the reason would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-6582922791651062145?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6582922791651062145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=6582922791651062145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6582922791651062145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6582922791651062145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-ignore-me.html' title='Why ignore me?'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-6510973780308663787</id><published>2010-06-22T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:30:24.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title, how you feel..</title><content type='html'>I dont know why am I sad now.. I jus feel very very down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Well, its 11:23pm now.. and today, its excatly 2 mths since you left my world.. and in about less than 10days.. Its 1st July.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;It could have been.. It could really have been..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Our 6th month together.. But why is it that you left me? I dont know why are my tears dripping down my cheeks now.. how you feel&amp;nbsp;now when you're reading this? Can you feel wad am I feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;I really dont know wad to say more.. but, just, wanting to talk to you, and be the one who you will find when you are sad.. pouring your problems to me.. I just love you so much G.. hope you can somehow feel my love for you.. since 1st Jan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;please take good care of yourself.. because, I cant be there for you every second anymore.. I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-6510973780308663787?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6510973780308663787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=6510973780308663787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6510973780308663787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6510973780308663787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/06/title-how-you-feel.html' title='title, how you feel..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-848395461465975359</id><published>2010-06-17T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:57:19.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;I dont know why am I still holding on to you.. I ask myself every night.. At times, cry myself to sleep.. Thinking, why did you leave me just so suddendly? Didnt you really love me at all? For that three months, what am I to you? Was I important? I know, even I was with you, you haden't forgotten him.. When I ask you to do things&amp;nbsp;related to him, you will get angry or just simply brushed it off. Why you did this to me? I really cant forget how cold you was towards me that afternoon. And I just burst into tears because I cant take it. Dont you feel anything? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;You told me, it tae you a long time to forget him, then, how about me? Have you forgotten me? Its not that we're not togerther before, and we're close before. A person who had always been there for you, till you sleeps and greets you every morning even I dont need to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Please stop asking me to forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: orange;"&gt;You said you cant feel my care for you now, but, you didnt open up your heart for my care to go in. How can you feel it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;I know, you dont believe me that I am not with that girl. But, we're really just friends, I did not think of any girls at all when and even after we were together. Dont say I am too good for you, if I am, you wouldnt have left. And do you remember what you wrote to me in the letter? Hope you do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;Just to let you know, no matter what it takes, I will wait for you to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;Because I really really love you alot G..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TBo3CxYJFKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jU6em7Vkw0k/s1600/togetherjjas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TBo3CxYJFKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jU6em7Vkw0k/s200/togetherjjas.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-848395461465975359?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/848395461465975359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=848395461465975359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/848395461465975359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/848395461465975359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/06/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TBo3CxYJFKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jU6em7Vkw0k/s72-c/togetherjjas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-5164086504590589232</id><published>2010-06-11T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T09:40:37.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;you suck? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-5164086504590589232?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5164086504590589232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=5164086504590589232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5164086504590589232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5164086504590589232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-suck.html' title='you suck'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-6489458142053815961</id><published>2010-06-10T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:30:39.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='22 Apr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='010110'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wait'/><title type='text'>November 2009, Creativity Hall, Results- start to fall for you</title><content type='html'>Remember when I start to fell in love with you? Well, it was after our quarrel and the day when I collected my results.. Remember mii calling you a pig? and you say I looked funny with your cousin? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these came to my mind, and&amp;nbsp;I just want to say, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;When I saw you I was afraid to meet you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I met you, I was afraid to kiss you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I kissed you, I was afraid to love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that I love you, I am afraid to lose you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you had already walked out on me.. Yes, I admit I am not a good boyf.. but, my feelings or my love did not change for&amp;nbsp;you at all.. Sometimes, I dont really know wad to do.. I had never dare to scold you.. :( I always try, to meet you whenever I can, taking the risk of being scolded.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all I think about.. I love you so much that, my tears are still a common thing in my eyes.. I agree that, I used to not trusting you that much, and get jealous easily.. but, I still love you no matter wad you did to me.. your broken promises. be cold to me.. throw your moods at me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you.. Girl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-6489458142053815961?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6489458142053815961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=6489458142053815961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6489458142053815961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6489458142053815961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/06/november-2009-creativity-hall-results.html' title='November 2009, Creativity Hall, Results- start to fall for you'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-5877458940236144318</id><published>2010-06-08T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T03:48:12.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我为何还在为你而哭？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;你能听到我的哭声吗？还记得那天我忍无可忍，而在你眼前流了泪水？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;我睡不着，你又知道？或你会心疼吗？有时，我会问问我自己，为设么我还是放不下你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;我跟你说过的symptoms of depression. 你有去看吗？我让你在这里看吧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Major depression significantly affects a person's family and personal relationships, work or school life, sleeping and eating habits, and general health. A person having a major depressive episode usually exhibits a very low mood, which pervades all aspects of life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Depressed people may be preoccupied with, or ruminate over, thoughts and feelings of worthlessness, inappropriate guilt or regret, helplessness, hopelessness, and self-hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Insomnia is common among the depressed. In the typical pattern, a person wakes very early and is unable to get back to sleep. Hypersomnia, or oversleeping, can also happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Appetite often decreases, with resulting weight loss, although increased appetite and weight gain occasionally occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;The person may report multiple physical symptoms such as fatigue, headaches, or digestive problems; physical complaints&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;我真的恨我自己，为设么没有给你全部的自由。听你的每一句话，你说设么，我都ok。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;一个男人听奴人的话，太丢脸了吧？可是，我先在愿意听你的，做你要我做的，只要你开心就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;我好想念你，好想念我们开心的时光。你能不能在试一试多一次？：（&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;我说等你，等到六月，但是，到了今日，我还是爱着你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt; said, I will wait for you.. Be there for you, even when you dont need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;and pls dont return me back my things could you? You cant return me food items am I right? So does those which are not.. If you dislike all of them, jus discard them. Since you had already had no feelings for them..&amp;nbsp;You wont feel anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just dont return me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-5877458940236144318?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5877458940236144318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=5877458940236144318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5877458940236144318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5877458940236144318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_08.html' title='我为何还在为你而哭？'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-241474744589439554</id><published>2010-06-07T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:06:24.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miserable days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TAyaGlncPvI/AAAAAAAAACs/TRv88nhGhg8/s1600/togetherlp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TAyaGlncPvI/AAAAAAAAACs/TRv88nhGhg8/s320/togetherlp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;如今我还在原地，你却走回你的记忆。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;你说我爱你太多，就快要把你淹没，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;分開是一穜解脱，让你好好想過，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;我想要的那片天空，你是不是能够给我？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;你说我爱你太多，却不能给我设么。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;爱情是一道伤口，我还在痛苦。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;等着你，就是因为我&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;真的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;爱的就是你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你`能不能，在回到我身边？：（&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D：&lt;br /&gt;&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/23803078-241474744589439554?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/241474744589439554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=241474744589439554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/241474744589439554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/241474744589439554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/06/miserable-days.html' title='miserable days..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TAyaGlncPvI/AAAAAAAAACs/TRv88nhGhg8/s72-c/togetherlp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-897843440287522948</id><published>2010-06-06T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:10:53.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I wish we were still tog..</title><content type='html'>Its a sleepless night for me again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember, you correcting the way I hold your hands? And I took sometime to remember.. :) and my first kiss to you? You said, I look super super shy.. and dare not to kiss you..&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered there is once we met at NTUC, and I gave you the top-up card.. you told me, when I gave it to you.. You actually wanted to give me a kiss.. =D ahh.. but you did not.. cause, you wanted me to take initiative.. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed how you gave me your kiss yourself.. and how I always take initiative first.. Your waist, how you sat on me, is something I still cant forget.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 6 June today.. And I'm still here waiting for you.. Loving you.. Being there for you, even when you dont need me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TAtvFSsR0JI/AAAAAAAAACk/Yi5H4lZ-0OE/s1600/togetherlp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TAtvFSsR0JI/AAAAAAAAACk/Yi5H4lZ-0OE/s320/togetherlp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱你！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-897843440287522948?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/897843440287522948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=897843440287522948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/897843440287522948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/897843440287522948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-i-wish-we-were-still-tog.html' title='How I wish we were still tog..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TAtvFSsR0JI/AAAAAAAAACk/Yi5H4lZ-0OE/s72-c/togetherlp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-5997772173228415122</id><published>2010-06-04T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T10:41:03.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我爱的就是你！！</title><content type='html'>Remember you used to sing that for me? In your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you sleep in my arms, take you as my air to breathe.. and tell you I love you.. - Can you still hear my voice telling you those? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P4b9L7paIl4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/P4b9L7paIl4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-5997772173228415122?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5997772173228415122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=5997772173228415122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5997772173228415122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5997772173228415122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='我爱的就是你！！'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-5211224020386210988</id><published>2010-06-03T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:40:35.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I hadent been sleeping properly for so many weeks.. and its becoming worst.. i slept at 8 this morning, and woke up at 10.. i think i am going to have a breakdown soon.. :( you just seem to be glued in my mind.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TAfM5F7ovFI/AAAAAAAAACc/Gx_mqi5r9x4/s1600/togetherstg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TAfM5F7ovFI/AAAAAAAAACc/Gx_mqi5r9x4/s320/togetherstg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-5211224020386210988?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5211224020386210988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=5211224020386210988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5211224020386210988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5211224020386210988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless nights'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TAfM5F7ovFI/AAAAAAAAACc/Gx_mqi5r9x4/s72-c/togetherstg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-831780338837993481</id><published>2010-06-03T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:17:29.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You.. 我还是很爱你</title><content type='html'>I am sorry if&amp;nbsp;I hurt you somehow.. :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this song? Its wad i want to say.. I care for you too much, which let you feel so caged.. :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X48xWxiuZ9c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/X48xWxiuZ9c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-831780338837993481?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/831780338837993481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=831780338837993481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/831780338837993481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/831780338837993481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You.. 我还是很爱你'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-3306974516934320017</id><published>2010-06-02T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:32:43.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop lying..</title><content type='html'>If you did not do all those.. why ask everybody to be wary? and please stop lying! you got a guy now with you.. if not, you wouldnt just lost feel for mii.. and the way you ask mii to help really &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt; alot.. your main aim to for me to help you.. wad other things i say.. you dont even give a damn.. oh well, then why should i really help you? you dont even &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt;.. you are not even &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;sincere&lt;/span&gt;.. you cant even really prove all of your innocence.. I have to ask you multiple times before you say.. just admit if you did.. stop saving your face and reputation.. and your &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;'superior'&lt;/span&gt;attuide make you sucks even more.. you jus claim everybody cant or dont understand you, because its tooo complicated or you just &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;underestimate&lt;/span&gt; ppl.. its amazing how fast your reply my msgs when you need my &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;.. and &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; telling me or think that i will always help you, or i definately help you.. if you are not going to change your attuide, you are going to have all of your &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; hating you.. for your 'so awesome' personality.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-3306974516934320017?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3306974516934320017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=3306974516934320017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3306974516934320017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3306974516934320017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/06/stop-lying.html' title='Stop lying..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-3771985077059150034</id><published>2010-06-01T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:30:20.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Key</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TAS2cgVpP5I/AAAAAAAAACU/o1POFSdae9Y/s320/goldkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You hold the only key to the answer, why you lost feelings for me.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-3771985077059150034?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3771985077059150034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=3771985077059150034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3771985077059150034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3771985077059150034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/06/key_01.html' title='Key'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TAS2cgVpP5I/AAAAAAAAACU/o1POFSdae9Y/s72-c/goldkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-5215701186690032441</id><published>2010-05-30T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:22:49.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drool saliva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vday video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smell in your mouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILY'/><title type='text'>还记得吗？</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TAH1xIb0G7I/AAAAAAAAACE/VB12tqtF7ww/s1600/Precious.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TAH1xIb0G7I/AAAAAAAAACE/VB12tqtF7ww/s200/Precious.gif" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Always comforting you when you have problems with your friends and stuffs.. Do you rmb almost crying while you are explaining to mii the problems you are facing with two of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The way, i comforted you in bus that day? I had never fail to listen to you, giving you advise, letting you know that I am always there, ready for you.. no matter wad happens till now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;ily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-5215701186690032441?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5215701186690032441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=5215701186690032441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5215701186690032441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5215701186690032441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='还记得吗？'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TAH1xIb0G7I/AAAAAAAAACE/VB12tqtF7ww/s72-c/Precious.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-5311242927045819372</id><published>2010-05-29T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:25:36.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.H.M.I.L.Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you feel, my care and my love for you now? for for the past few mths? Can you? Perhaps,&amp;nbsp;I cant or dont express well in words.. now.. because, we are not tog.. But, there are always things that i wish to say when msging you.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Just wan to let you know that, I will be there for you, even if you dont need me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;I will sacrifice my sleep for you, my time, put in more effort to let you know.. H.M.I.L.Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;我真心爱的就是你!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-5311242927045819372?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5311242927045819372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=5311242927045819372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5311242927045819372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5311242927045819372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/05/shmily.html' title='S.H.M.I.L.Y'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-7080612270739173037</id><published>2010-05-28T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:19:42.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='我对你的爱获取更强，随着每一天'/><title type='text'>Its only about you, you and you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;you wouldnt have contacted mii if there isn't this&amp;nbsp;photo incident right? You know wad you said on phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;"Can you please delete the photo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;I asked who and why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;You said, "cause someone saw it.. Delete it now.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;I replied, "can I delete it ltr or tmr? I cant use the com". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;You replied with this super cold and '...' tone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;"No.. Delete it now.. now. noww... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;So, you thought you are pissed because of this? okay.. calling mii jus to tell mii all these. w/o a hello or even bye? Its only about you.. You, and only you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;But did you explain to mii why clearly? and who? No, you did not.. Wad about, you said, i didnt think in your shoes? Did you think in my shoes how I felt? How I had been these few weeks? Did you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;Wad you did is fair for mii? How you treated mii? msg you in the morning 6plus.. you replied at 7pm in the evening.. you used to msg mii in the morning, aftn, and evening.. you promised to msg mii like before.. where are all these? is it happening? I jus felt like, I am forcing you to reply my msgs.. You had been, busy, busy and busy.. Friends are more impt for you.. yes, i can understand, cus you are not the only one who thinks like that.. one of my friend does too.. but, since msging mii is so diffcult for you. you dont want or feel like msging mii.. then jus tell mii.. i will get the hell out of your life okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;wad you told mii about thinking in your shoes, i hope you did think in my shoes too.. ( you can still be as cold to mii as you want, as i said, i will accept it and 'ta han' it.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I dont know wad more to say.. at least i can say, i didnt die from a heart attack last night.. and my tears, cold hands, heart pumping very hard and fast, sudden fever.. ahh.. nobody cares.. nvm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-7080612270739173037?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7080612270739173037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=7080612270739173037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7080612270739173037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7080612270739173037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-only-about-you-you-and-you.html' title='Its only about you, you and you..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-3668744978867447283</id><published>2010-05-27T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:17:18.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Well, it had been more than a mth since we broke up. I had never been happy since then. This is also something which I like to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;(Baby won’t you tell me why, there’s no sadness in your eyes? I don’t wanna say goodbye, to you. Love is one big illusion, I should try to forget. But there’s something left in my head. You are the one who set it up, now you’re the one to make it stop. I’m the one who’s feeling lost, right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Now you want me to forget, every little thing you said. But there is something left in my head. “I won’t forget, the way you’re kissing, The feeling’s so strong, were lasting for so long.” But I’m not the one, your heart is missing. That’s why you go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;You were never satisfied, no matter how I tried (to get your feelings back), now you wanna say goodbye, to me. But there is something left in my head. “I won’t forget, the way you’re kissing, The feeling’s so strong, were lasting for so long.” But I’m not the one, your heart is missing. That’s why you go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Sitting here all alone, in the middle of nowhere. Don’t know which way to go. There’s ain’t so much to say now between us( caused you want me out of your life). “I won’t forget, the way you’re kissing, The feeling’s so strong, were lasting for so long.” But I’m not the one, your heart is missing. That’s why you go away. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Would you, read the letter I gave, again? Would you think of me, when you are sad? Would you think of me, when you need somebody to talk to? Would you hope, I was still beside you, NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Even till this day, I hadent have a good sleep, hadent eat properly, do my work properly, focus and have a real, good, happy feeling when I woke up, till I go to sleep. I still cry now and then when I thought of us. There's is also, not a time, my eyes were dry when I read your letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you recall, wad is our First mth msg, you sent to me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's our first month dear! Time flies. It has been great being with you! You're always the one with me when I need you, comforting me when I'm down, sharing my agony, sorrows &amp;amp; joy, compromising me &amp;amp; showering me with your love. I know at times, I can be really annoying. Whining &amp;amp; worst still, mood swing. But you're always giving in to me. You're so nice dear! I know you love me cause I do Love you too. I do hope that we'll last long yeah? Muacks. :-* "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the start of the year, I was really really down, and why I was able to pull on and through, is because of you. You gave me the motivation, the care, the concern and&amp;nbsp;the love. Letting me feel that, there's you by my side, someone to share my problems with. Someone that is closest to me, someone that I will trust, share my secrets and life with. Without you, I perhaps, had already lead a zombie, aimless life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you also remember, our first kiss? It was 16 Febuary. You said I was scared, and ps to kiss you. The first one landed on the side. Do you still&amp;nbsp;remember the feeling on your lips now? Our french kiss? Our saliva that we licked on each others mouth? The smell is still in my mouth now. The passing of sweets? and our most longest kiss? Do you remember all these? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You also told me in&amp;nbsp;msg&amp;nbsp;that, "Dear, your shoulder is so comfortable", that was after I told you I couldnt really breathe, caused my shirt was tight. You also said, "Dear, your&amp;nbsp;kiss&amp;nbsp;is so addictive, how? :(:("&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I replied, "oh, then control, control.. once or twice the most when we meet. If cant 'ta han' then kiss piglet first!! :) "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You said " Yay, dear you gave me your first kiss! :-*&amp;nbsp; kiss you better than piglet. Hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my birthday, you are the first who wished me. I posted up on fb thanking you the first one too! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happy birthday my dear!!! B-) 17 alr so must be more mature ah! My apologies that i'm unable to celebrate it with you. But i'm glad we enjoyed ourselvess that day. :) I'll never forget that day cause it's the day we got really close! I like long bus trips with you dear!! Honestly speaking, i prefer you to my booster! HAHA. I'm so glad you're always with me to care for me when I'm down or whenever I'm not feeling well. I'll care for you too dear! I hope you're able to see my efforts. I luv you &amp;amp; I'm looking forward to seeing you! Ai ni. :-* :-* "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On our 2nd month tog, you said,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happy 3rd month dear! :) I'm so glad we're clsoer now. Tho I'm still quite shy when I'm with you. But its normal right? Thx for being with me when I needed you the most. You gave me the care &amp;amp; comfort I needed the most. You make me feel loved that I'm not alone. Dear, study harder okay! You promised me to get into poly so you must! Don't break your promise. I hope we'll get closer each day &amp;amp; I'm looking forward to our 6th month! Are you? :) Many many more months tog yup. I love you dear!! Muacks. :-)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Yes, You changed alot alot for me when its out second month. I can really really feel and see it. I was touched by your efforts. Having a long term relationship is not easy. We need lots and lots of communication, love, care and trust. Many of my friends, or some who I told them the problems whenever we disagreed, discouraged me to break up with you. But, that was never NEVER on my mind. Because, I belived, as long as we still love, and feel for each other, there will be no problems that cant be solved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I admitted that, I had been conrtolling you, resticting you too, too, too much. That you cant take it, and want freedom. You want to go out with your friends gathering. You want to spend time with your friends. You want to do things, which may spoilt your image. I tried, not to let you spoilt your image, care for your safety, health and many many things. Perhaps, my care, became a restiction. My care, became annoying. My care, had no effect on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Would you, also remember, how I hug you? And, my hands on your waist? You rested your legs on me, sat on me while i held you. How I protected you standing on bus, so you will not fall. How I applied plaster for you, and risked having HFMD. My friends all said, I'm thoughtful, buying things, sweets for you whenever I'm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Would you remember one of our bus rides, when we were spoted by your sister's friend? You were like staring at her. That was really cute. The I Love You sweets? Was it nice? How I held your hands, at iluma? The way, the feeling, I fed you cakes? Drinks? Popcorns? Sharing the same straw, same fork? Would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;A real loving couple, may not feel much for each other. Or talk much to each other. How you lost feelings for me, its normal. I really, really dont want to break up with you. I still want to be tog with you. Again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont mind waiting for your feelings to come back to me. As long as you try, making me important to you again. We can forget all of the promises you made. You can go out with your friends, you can do wad you like. But, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you, TRY? TRY having feelings back for me again? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I REALLY REALLY LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;. I want the both of us, calling, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Darling &lt;/span&gt;again. I want you to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;lie on my shoulder&lt;/span&gt; again. I want to hold &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;your waist&lt;/span&gt; again. I want to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;touch your lips&lt;/span&gt;, with tender and loving care. I want to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;pray for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7;"&gt;when you are ill..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I NEED YOU&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TCTIaBdHbLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Mr31SfUSpcA/s1600/16022010009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TCTIaBdHbLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Mr31SfUSpcA/s320/16022010009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;WOULD YOU COME BACK TO LOVE&amp;nbsp;ME.. AGAIN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had gave up blogging long time ago. This post is specially&amp;nbsp;for you..&amp;nbsp;我爱你..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-3668744978867447283?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3668744978867447283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=3668744978867447283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3668744978867447283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3668744978867447283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2010/05/would-you.html' title='Would you..?'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fgmTVwTLqw/TCTIaBdHbLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Mr31SfUSpcA/s72-c/16022010009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803078.post-4779764756909368412</id><published>2009-09-06T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:59:55.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exammss</title><content type='html'>ohh.. next week are exams!! for like afew days then continue.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. will post moree..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-4779764756909368412?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4779764756909368412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=4779764756909368412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/4779764756909368412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/4779764756909368412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/09/exammss.html' title='Exammss'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-7459029853417464501</id><published>2009-08-30T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:50:33.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of sch next weekk..</title><content type='html'>So sadd.. it's the last week of sch next week.. three full sch days, in fact.. I'm so going to miss sch.. T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the following week, exams le.. then there will be two weeks I think? then come back sch for supp.. then exams.. then will not come back le.. the most is take results.. then that is the really last day of sch!! SADDD!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. will post more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-7459029853417464501?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7459029853417464501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=7459029853417464501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7459029853417464501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7459029853417464501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day-of-sch-next-weekk.html' title='Last day of sch next weekk..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-2185554743610594388</id><published>2009-08-16T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:28:03.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh.. did not post for so long..</title><content type='html'>Ohh.. I did not post for so long le.. did not had the mood to post.. so ya.. so.. today.. changed my blogskin!! so just post luhh.. jus that not yet officially open my blog after changing skin.. should be next week, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. soo.. let mii say wad had happenn.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. many many happy and sad things la.. had been busy for my coursework also.. all are still ok la.. and the good thing is.. I did not think of her so much le.. yeahh..(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. I will post more!! yeahh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-2185554743610594388?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2185554743610594388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=2185554743610594388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2185554743610594388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2185554743610594388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohh-did-not-post-for-so-long.html' title='Ohh.. did not post for so long..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-6990097364373014063</id><published>2009-06-10T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:22:12.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I jus wan to be more happy..</title><content type='html'>Ohh.. I jus wan to be more happy.. T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-6990097364373014063?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6990097364373014063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=6990097364373014063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6990097364373014063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6990097364373014063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-jus-wan-to-be-more-happy.html' title='I jus wan to be more happy..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-2428718219792863631</id><published>2009-06-09T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:53:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh.. know le..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ohh.. Now I know le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that so happy leh.. have so much things to say.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. will post more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-2428718219792863631?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2428718219792863631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=2428718219792863631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2428718219792863631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2428718219792863631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohh-know-le.html' title='ohh.. know le..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-2101510316511581239</id><published>2009-05-27T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:34:01.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports day today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sports day today was nice!! I reach there like don know wad time.. then walk here and there.. then saw &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;her!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I at there.. how eh? then I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;go in with friends.. awhile then I also go in.. I look for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; then saw le.. I wan to walk to my class there one.. then teacher ask mii and my friends to help.. so carry things all this.. carry le.. go toilet.. come out toilet that time..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; walking with friends to toilet also la.. don know if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;see mii not.. then go class le.. see the race all this.. then is thier cheer le.. I look at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;not alot.. was like.. ps leh.. and her class de cheer so good la.. then awhile walk go other place saw zy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don know walk pass her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;class how many times.. I saw her at there looking at the race.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love her sooo muchh!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd talk to zy.. was like doing things, then she call mii.. then we talk talk talk.. she say I did not catch till her.. I say, I don wan.. I cannot run fast also.. then she say, ya.. cause my legs wet.. then she say, she in class one.. then see mii come in.. barefoot one.. I say ya.. play the water one.. then we talk talk talk.. was like so funny la.. then she tell mii thing.. I hear le, is like.. ya.. I know that it would be like this le.. she say, ask mii don be sad all this.. I say, I still ok la.. then we talk till 11plus. then her fone no batt le.. then say, see when wan talk, then talk luh.. then go sleep le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. will post more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-2101510316511581239?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2101510316511581239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=2101510316511581239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2101510316511581239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2101510316511581239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/sports-day-today.html' title='Sports day today'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-213694986053488281</id><published>2009-05-26T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:04:24.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So funn todayy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So funyy todayy!! hahas.. went to hall for briefing.. then go play le.. near study corner there.. water soccer.. then afew ppl play.. some of us just sit there.. near classrooms there.. then i saw &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;herr!! she walking with firend to hall there..&lt;/span&gt; awhile le.. all of us all go in and play.. so fun la.. go in then almost fall.. then run..run..run.. wan kick the ball then fall down.. hahas!! then run here and there.. the water so fun.. then we all play till fall down.. still have spray water one.. then ask them to spray us.. so more nice to play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then play some le.. then we at there walk here and there.. then zy's friend come ask mii say, zy finding mii.. then ask mii go inside her class.. so i go there le.. she at the door one.. then she run in.. I was like.. eh? see mii then run? then I ask her, wan ask mii wad.. then she say nothing.. nothing.. then the other friends say, ask mii to go in.. then i at the door there think.. think.. ohh!! know le!!  I go in her class.. then she run.. to other side.. then i run the other side.. she run to her table there.. then I go get more water, so more wet.. then I walk to her class there.. she did not see.. till near near le then she see mii.. she run inside her class to the other door there.. then I chase her go out of class, and in the class.. so funn la.. then I go see things.. and get more water.. wan go there that time.. then they have class le.. so did not go in.. and the person still go spray at them.. spray till one of her friend.. then all wet.. nice la.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play till ok le.. go to parade square there to see other things.. they play that time.. I try to look for &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; did not see till.. then play all the other games le.. go play the water one.. I go in and go out of the thing that time so funny la.. then play play.. go wash up le.. wash up ok le.. go class and make try make dry clothes.. all so wet la.. then we like not yet eat.. so we run down to eat.. eat le then go class.. then talk.. talk..talk.. then can le.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun la today!! and dnt that time.. I see some ncdcc de ppl, then look at the canteen for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; look..look..look.. then all look at mii!! I was like, eh? th I turn the other side.. then look there.. some still looking.. nice la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. post more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-213694986053488281?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/213694986053488281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=213694986053488281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/213694986053488281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/213694986053488281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-funn-todayy.html' title='So funn todayy!!'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-5688076868067236727</id><published>2009-05-20T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:27:04.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-5688076868067236727?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5688076868067236727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=5688076868067236727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5688076868067236727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5688076868067236727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you.html' title='I love you!!'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-2734924934644198390</id><published>2009-05-20T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:00:44.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;this is so sad.. my friend tell mii something.. i think le.. is so sad la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-2734924934644198390?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2734924934644198390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=2734924934644198390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2734924934644198390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2734924934644198390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad.html' title='Sad..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-6808619699049088727</id><published>2009-05-20T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:59:38.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ohh.. and ya.. pe was like go out sch there.. i still rmb seeing with the class.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-6808619699049088727?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6808619699049088727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=6808619699049088727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6808619699049088727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6808619699049088727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohh.html' title='Ohh..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-190515224120279184</id><published>2009-05-20T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:58:04.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just have no mood..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ok.. ytd was still ok.. today morning go sch.. then paper.. see le.. ok la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-190515224120279184?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/190515224120279184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=190515224120279184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/190515224120279184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/190515224120279184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-have-no-mood.html' title='Just have no mood..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-4729506169440306986</id><published>2009-05-19T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:26:47.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh.. I have not much moodd..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Was still no mood.. in hall have see somebody.. don know how le.. think more.. the more no mood.. and ya.. dnt have to do.. then like so.. no mood le.. still have to.. do le still ok la.. ok.. now is just no mood to say more.. post soon ba..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-4729506169440306986?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4729506169440306986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=4729506169440306986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/4729506169440306986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/4729506169440306986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohh-i-have-not-much-moodd.html' title='ohh.. I have not much moodd..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-8012538813303901199</id><published>2009-05-17T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:07:00.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy and sad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;don know be happy or sad.. I tell le.. ok.. will post more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-8012538813303901199?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8012538813303901199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=8012538813303901199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8012538813303901199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8012538813303901199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-and-sad.html' title='happy and sad..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-7719871990929581576</id><published>2009-05-12T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:50:32.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>120508</title><content type='html'>It is a year from 120508, this day.. is which I would remember..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-7719871990929581576?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7719871990929581576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=7719871990929581576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7719871990929581576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7719871990929581576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/120508.html' title='120508'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-4083605501058994666</id><published>2009-05-10T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:49:11.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what is your answer le..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today so sadd la.. morning that time.. cant sleep.. i was sooo.. sooo sadd to do that.. just that.. now i know what is on her mind le.. ohh!! I lovee herr soo muchh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-4083605501058994666?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4083605501058994666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=4083605501058994666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/4083605501058994666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/4083605501058994666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-what-is-your-answer-le.html' title='I know what is your answer le..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-8827665767830651042</id><published>2009-04-19T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:56:52.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ya!! thanks so much of wad you say..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks so much for wad you say about mii!! thank you!! didnt think of you to say all these!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-8827665767830651042?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8827665767830651042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=8827665767830651042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8827665767830651042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8827665767830651042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/04/ya-thanks-so-much-of-wad-you-say.html' title='ya!! thanks so much of wad you say..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-6344851181220902018</id><published>2009-03-23T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:38:53.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thinking..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Term 2 today!! haha!! ok.. was like yawnnn and yawwnn in schh today.. haha!! Recess that time saw Glynnis going to class.. morning.. was still ok.. haha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! I would post up more things soon!! still have nice things to post.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this blog is going for a make over!! can still tag all this.. just that it will be nicer!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-6344851181220902018?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6344851181220902018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=6344851181220902018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6344851181220902018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6344851181220902018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-thinking.html' title='I am thinking..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-3338991158813476314</id><published>2009-03-19T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:24:14.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So fun todayy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went sch for dnt in the morning, went bought things go sch eat.. reach there le eat till 9. Start doing dnt things le.. have to trim out all the pictures la. then need buy things to trim.. went to outside sch de bookshop, not yet open!! went around to see, all don have. So walk to sch.. have to use wad I can find..  trim till 12 like that help to do some filling then went for lunch with classmates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till around 1 then go bookshop see, don have also.. so went sch continue doing.. till around 2 plus, sms Glynnis, then she called.. was like.. in sch? then talk talk talk.. then I at there super obvious la. table there talk.. then say 3 plus then call.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then around 3 we say continue when lesson start.. went buy drinks.. walk..walk..walk.. then at bus stop then all go their place they want le. So I went tm for awhile, buy something le, sms Glynnis, she at cs watching movie with her cousins. then went take bus to my house there.. sit one round, went to tm and walk! no things to do, so go read some books..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read read read..Glynnis sms mii.. then call don know who's phone.. then talk talk talk.. ok.. knew who is B le!! haha.. then she and her cousins came to tm.. they say wan find mii la.. then I was like.. I look like wad like tha tin sch pe. Glynnis say, don care! was like.. you don care, I care.. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went ntuc to hide, that's when the hide and seek started..haha!! they say coming down le, at first floor.. then I at there.. where to go? where to go? then I hide at the door there.. Glynnis and one of her cousins like finding mii like don know wad like that.. haha..and say her cousin wan see mii.. was like.. for wad? haha!! then I heard like they took the stairs so I went in and took lift up to second floor.. walk around, cant find them.. thought they saw mii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did not, so they were like finding all of the rows la. still cannot find mii.. then I went down to ntuc there.. then went the door there.. then I say I near entrance.. haha!! then saw Glynnis and her cousin!! haha!! I saw them first!! then I went up the stairs to the stand there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell them how to come up from where I came.. let them see mii aft they try so hard.. see, I so good right, Glynnis? haha!! then they saw mii le.. then laugh laugh laugh.. then say wan play one more time? then they say ok.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is their turn to hide now, and they have spies!! ok, just now I also did not play fair.. so they can have that.. then walk around.. they say, hide ok le.. at third level.. So I went up find around still cannot find.. Glynnis and her cousin pass here pass there..haha!! then they give clue, say near escalator.. So I find around did not see.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say near popular, just that not inside popular.. So I went there find.. walk around.. still did not.. heard them say door.. So went door there to find.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then heard mine name.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glynnis's sister and cousins came in front of mii and kept asking mii, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you Leonard? Are you Leonard? I was like.. how to answer them lehh? was like soo ps la.. then her sister say, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just say yes.. then one of theym say Toys 'r us.. So they walk there.. then I follow them.. I told Glynnis, they found mii.. she at there.. they found you? I was like ya.. ok, I follow them.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw her sister talking to Glynnis.. and her voice also.. so I went in, they saw mii and ran.. haha!! then saw Glynnis running.. then I say, saw you le!! saw you le!! better come out..haha!! come out..come out.. then she say, okok.. I go fnd them.. she keep laughing la.. haha!! they come out.. so fun la.. all of us was like laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glynnis ask where I am? I say still in there.. then she ask mii go out.. then saw them walking back to the middle there.. then she say, ok ok.. put down phone.. she say, 47 mins!! so long.. haha! still can la.. then all laughing and talk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We at there say see wan go where.. then all say go home.. then Glynnis ask see I going where? I say interchange.. she say go together.. then I say okk.. haha.. then went down.. and one of her cousin say I keep following for wad? then Glynnis ask mii don care.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they start to anyhow say le.. go say wad, Glynnis! your boyfriend is it? then was like..haha!! then Glynnis ask mii to ask J out for hide and seek.. then I say, she also don wan to reply my sms.. then her cousin say, is J bla bla bla, right? I was like, how they know de? all of them know la!! fun!! haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, then walk till near the stand then Z(one of her cousin) ask mii is this my no? just now I call the no., so my no was like one her phone.. then I say ya.. then, they like need to buy things, say, say, say don wan buy.. her cousin at there  say,  still following? I was like, I thought she say going together? haha!! then we walk to interchange there just crossing the road.. then I look back they laughing la.. Glynnis say, they say, when they say B then I turn back.. was like.. haha!! I thought  they call my name.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk..walk..walk.. till around interchange there they saw friend, so I just walk walk walk.. then Z called out to mii and ran here..ask mii wad bus I taking? I say 28 or 293.. then they can take like 38, 19 and some more.. then we walk till near their bus there.. then ask mii which one I take? I say which one come first? I anything also can take one.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then talk talk talk.. haha!! then I saw one 38 come, told them your bus come le.. then they say bus come le.. then all say bb then run there.. Glynnis also.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Glynnis sms mii.. then say something which make mii so happy.. I say something also.. then we sms till around 7plus like that.. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glynnis and cousins!! haha!! had a great time and funny aftn with all of you!! play more when all of us have time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did not know Z was also in the same sch.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-3338991158813476314?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3338991158813476314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=3338991158813476314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3338991158813476314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3338991158813476314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-fun-todayy.html' title='So fun todayy..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-2087732552774513563</id><published>2009-03-09T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:03:34.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Founder's day 1st rehearsal '09!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sort of fun today!! ok, start from morning.. took bus, then was like the driver not soo fastt lahh.. then sms gen, on bus reach sch le. when going in sch, I was like still holding my phone la. then I at there, opps! faster keep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft sch, went put bag then go canteen have meals. reach hall at 245? was like no other studetns reach yet la. then awhile mr tay say if we are there for rehearsal? then we say ya. went in, sat down. then till they call our queue no. mine was like.. 203? saw qy.. was like so blurr laa.. she thought she should be inside.. then go ask, she should be in top 3 in class. so have to hear till her name is called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, just ask her, her no. was 272. then when sit down le, getting ready to go stage.. she at there sleep. till my row le, went up, before the stage there. then my turn le.. one of them say my name not correct la!! was like.. not like thatt lehhh!! then was like, okk.. just walkk.. then just nice my turn that time, they then put the marking tape on the floor.. then say, stand at the tape there, this is the position to receive the prize. so I was like, orhh.. then shake hand le.. went another side bow le. then walk outside hall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when was qy's turn, we at there say, say first..wad to do when it was her turn. then when her name was annouce, we cheer and clap loudlyy!! then she at there look, then walk up. so funny laa.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she say, she wass soo ps.. have ppl cheer for her, and was the loudest among those who cheer for others also..her friend say, have ppl clapp like siaooo.. hahhah!! funnyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today 10 march 2009, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lesson was still ok.. saw hl afew times.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post soonn!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-2087732552774513563?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2087732552774513563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=2087732552774513563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2087732552774513563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2087732552774513563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/03/founders-day-1st-rehearsal-09.html' title='Founder&apos;s day 1st rehearsal &apos;09!!'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-1536275230319295490</id><published>2009-03-01T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:30:51.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My b'day gifts!! and a funny week ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Its a funny week! its like on wed I think? in class, aft checking attire le, my form teacher go say M! stop looking outsdie for pretty girls!! den I at there say,  eeyyerr!! pretty meh? den ppl laugh.. and its was tjy that he was saying la.. tjy did look back.. den, I get stand for awhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, ate things, it was sci, he saw, ask mii pui out.. den ppl at there clapping.. was like.. eh? still clap? nice la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;On thurs, morning saw her in bus.. ok, then when before dnt that time, put qy's present at my table.. aft sch, went mac, then went back sch take my present.. its a nice present!! yeah!! small, small de, don really want to use it, later scared dirty.. thanks qy for that! you like your gift yea?&lt;&lt;/span&gt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On fri, jyy came back from Malaysia trip le.. so good la, can talk liaoo.. jyy say, saw her just now.. cause she have band also.. then I let her sleep, sat I told her abt wed de thing, she laugh la.. haha.. was funny!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Saw her last sat near sch.. I just really love her la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now went to visit glynnis's blog, den see someppl de blog link, went to see.. ok, wad jyy told mii was like.. can see? was sort of emo the past week or weeks la.. when that time jyy told mii, I was became from smiles to emo.. ok, talk other things.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Glynnis!! you talk half way then go where?? and my things? haha.. you still not yet give mii interview time lehh.. I still have alot of things to ask you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, pebble!! updated blog le!! haha.. sms you today.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have been trying my best to be happy for these few weeks, was not really happy as last year.. for you not remembering my birthday, it was a kind of sad thing for mii.. to even hear or see something, that makes mii even more sad.. I just..  love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-1536275230319295490?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1536275230319295490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=1536275230319295490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1536275230319295490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1536275230319295490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-bday-gifts-and-funny-week-ya.html' title='My b&apos;day gifts!! and a funny week ya?'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-8913398127938033027</id><published>2009-02-20T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:40:54.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah!! Its my birthday!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Leonard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happyy birthday to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!! happy birthday!! piu!!piu!! bom bom bomm!! soo nicee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5 plus this morning.. showered.. and went to bus stop to take bus.. ok.. saw herr.. along the way to sch.. had many msgs.. yea, birthday wishes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once reached sch le.. walk by traffic light to sch.. took things from Gen.. ok, a b'day card.. den I at baack gate there see one friend come, walk to sch. Walk up slowly, talk..talk..talk.. till afew mins to sch start, went in class put books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ok.. went to parade square for assembly.. assembly ok le, walk up class.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all lessons ok le.. walk to bus stop.. reach interchange that time.. I wan go tm de, den jocelyn sms mii ask mi go sch to take bus to interchange with her.. I say wan go tm.. she say she also going..den ask me go tm with her.. so I at interchange walk, sms pebble and joey till she come.. she say count till 30 secs.. den I go count.. and it really came!! just nice la!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was talking to Gen, was like.. how they know de? ok, ya, I told Gen about her before.. Gen was like.. looking and give that, eh? de kind of look.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok le, walk with Jocelyn around the interchange.. she punch and pinch la.. ok la, quite fun.. let her have a b'dae punch, pinch le.. den, she talk to friends.. talk talk ok le, walk with her to century. she want get things for..  So.. went with her to see.. reach cs le, she say not really feel like buying today.. we find one place to sit, I say go Coffee Bean.. she say ok la.. walk there left afew seats, she say sit where? I say anywhere you choose.. den say till sit floor.. funny la!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she choose a place to sit le.. we went to order our drinks.. drink drink drink.. talk talk talk.. laugh quite alot la.. hmmm.. say till laugh, if tty is here would be even better.. we was like chatting about friends and wad's happening these few days.. she keep stiring her drink.. the air con was also cold.. just nice blowing at us.. talk till around 2plus to 3? she wan go bbc.. So, I say walk there more nearer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So we walked.. and keep talking also.. had really a fun time chattting with her la.. we walk till near sch there de traffic light still laughing.. walk till te block there, saw cw they all.. she talk to them, den say what, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bdae wad..? celebrate.. bdae very dua eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I at the side there till she talk ok.. den awhile ok le.. walk with her till bbc den I say need go other place le.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I walk to sch there de bus stop.. saw Glynnis.. She was like did not really see me liek that la.. her bus come le, went up.. my bus come also.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach house le.. online.. till 6plus.. shower..tv..dinner.. and online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey all! thanks all of you for your birthday wishes! Esp. I want to thank pebble and joey for the wishes and songs, Gen for the card, sch mates for the wishes too.. I want to thank Jocelyn the most! For spending an nice afternoon with me! Thanks all! I love it!! I will not forget this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-8913398127938033027?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8913398127938033027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=8913398127938033027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8913398127938033027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8913398127938033027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!!'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-7511269519041478765</id><published>2009-02-17T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:08:58.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!! Let mii tell you how was it for mii..  Hmmm.. on the 13th Febuary.. Woke up extremelly earlyy!! Can say that, I did not even really sleep.. Showered, went out at 5. Cab to sch.. Why soo early? Give Valentine's day gift la.. On the way that time.. In cab, have tv, see..seee, reach le.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sch not even open la.. Only small gate open.. I went in, it was so quiet, all the gates were not open!! den, walk around.. only canteen was open. den I try walk by the stairs near canteen de. Walk up..  So darkk, no lights.. wad I hear was the sound of my shoes only.. den walk till staff room, thought there can go.. den, its not open!! So, I walk to another side along the hall.. den, also not open!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wad I can do was only to walk all the way from the stairs I came. Was like, shivering la.. See, where have ppl give gift so daring de? walk alone in the dark.. okok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;den I went outside sch and wait.. it was like 5plus? I stand outside, walk here and there..walk here and there.. One teacher came le!! I was like.. how? how? den looking at mii.. den I at outside till 6plus.. went in.. ok! open le.. saw her class.. go in, on lights.. go till her table..  was, eh!! why so many books? files? so much? den I still have to pack for her.. den put the V'day gift le.. hide properly.. den, ok! only from the side can see.. which not many ppl will go notice.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bus stop, keep thinking should take anot? take to our house there and surprise her.. den, I think..think..think.. the time should be just right.. den went took bus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till before reach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I asked her' where's she.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; she say bus.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den she ask mii, where am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den reached her bus stop le, saw her. She came up den I replied her bus.. She was smsing also.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached my bus stop that time, she was like looking for mii la.. her head look her and there.. did not find mii.. when she came to the back, she then saw mii.. her face was like.. ehh..how he here de? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when reach sch le, told her not to open my so called 'gift of love' till aft sch.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was like, eh? hav&lt;img class="gl_color_fg" alt="Text Colour" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt; eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den aft sch.. I went back house change clothes, shower.. went out to buy her things, she asked mii to find..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought le.. I smsed her how give? ask and told her, 'you have not open the gift rite? okok, good..good.. when you open le, you will see one sticker.. try to keep it.. and I bought le the thing you wan le, how pass you eh?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she replied, 'ehhh..  same'.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, knew it, that she would have opened it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day J*! I love youu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok, den today.. morning wan pass her de, she don wan.. sms her on bus.. she no see.. den I was like..  really wan bang my head can? can cry one eh!! gahhss!!! I still love her (:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when walking to dnt that time, her class no ppl le.. den went in to put the thing she wan.. smsed her.. no replyy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, aft dnt.. went mac.. ppl looking mii.. from a sec2 class de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mac le, walk to back gate of sch and bus to house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I really love you.. I knew that aft I confessed to you le.. things would be like this.. like that, I rather not tell you that I love you.. you're actually the person which I loved for more than a year.. I had been hinting you all the time..  YOU ARE THE ONE!! J*, saying the truth.. writing, typing all these and what was in the letter.. I dont expect any returns from you.. only  just to let you know that.. &lt;em&gt;I love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather be your best friend than you ignoring mii.. although, I still had these dreams and wishes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that, you may had heard things about mii.. if you wan to belive them, its ok.. I can understand that.. won't you also listen to what I had to say? my views and what's really going on? Would you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-7511269519041478765?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7511269519041478765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=7511269519041478765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7511269519041478765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7511269519041478765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-1807673124037033910</id><published>2009-01-04T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:22:41.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firstt day off School 2009!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh!! First day of school of '09 was good!! the best one in sec sch years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5plus as usual.. on bed for awhile till 540? almost 6, went take clothes and shower..wash up.. prepare finish.. around 615.. only wear shoes at 635.. so, went downn at 640..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk to Bus stop.. yea, bus came quite soon after.. so gotten up.. actually wanted to wait de.. cause wan to see her.. but, first day.. I wan go earlier.. So, didnt see her on bus this time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way to inter, saw afew sec1s le.. hmm.. some of them are quite cute.. on the way, smsed pebble mei, and jy jie.. it was drizzling too.. Okk.. very fast.. reach sch le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossed the road from behind.. and walk to back gate..  the gate now further le.. walk in le.. turn right.. at near creativity hall there.. den see the map.. where classroom..  Ohh.. its at 2nd floor..and!! its beside the MM Room!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh..  don knoe how the class going to be, opp the Staff room, beside MM room.. nice location eh?  ok, den see finish, when walking in le.. Saw Glynnis!! she at there,  ahem! ahem!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, reach class le..  nice, refurbished classroom.. den go in le, one classmate carry mii up..den i put bag down, chose seat le..den go play with all the lights, fans switches, and new windows..den my friends say i siaoo one..hehh, nice to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. the AFT first come in.. den awhile go down parade square for assembly le.. went down.. den they talk..talk..talk.. den sing finish le.. den sit down..  dwn alot of ppl tought first day no need song book one.. den this year.. don know which one go spoilt the rule.. den mus stand.. den no  choice lahs.  so stand.. den ahilw le.  den sit down.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, opening ceremony.. den the prayers so loong lahh.. den my leg lik, cool, cool de.. den I thought normall. so, didnt care.. den aft prayer finish.. den my friend say.. ehh!! leonard!! you pee eh!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den I was li,, eh? den I check my bag.. ehh!!! why waterr?? den my water bottle all leak out le.. no wonderr..  that was the cooling on my legg.. den near mii one all say I pee.. den I sit outside abit.. den mii, and my friends squeese out the water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den can go up class le..  pants not wet, so throw bottle.. den in class.  den laugh all the way.. den recess, ate le, saw qy, den walk around sch..I thoguht I saw her at the first flor, walking pass DIC with friends.. cause look alike.. but, not sure.. cant see clearly..  den my friend go disturb one of the sec1.. 'eh! that boy lik you leh!!', den they was lik.. ehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahha!! so funny lahh..den over le..went up..den hav a secret air con room!! shhh.. inside quite cool de leh.. den went back class le..was lauhging..teacher came.. that, Ms Teo.. she went Austraila.. den she said something..den everyone laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den awhile.. went hall.. for talk.. den sit outside wait for sec3s first.. den they leaving hall le. I try finding her,, but, cant find.. so, went in for disepline talk.. its was Mr. K.  he was funny too.. wah.. I at thre sit till very relax..  den go back class soon after le.. sit ahile.. den laugh, laugh, laugh... den almost1 le.. so cann start to go back liaoo..  saw Glynnis walk pass.. den call her, she dindt hear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den 1 le.. walk out to Mac there with friend.. den ate  finish le.. walk other side out. den saw Glynnis..  wahh.. saw her alot of times.. den bused back.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sat, 03 Jan'08..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rot and studied.. do finsh whole eng book le.. left compo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; todayy.. same thing.. jus that on9 from 4 till now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den talk with bt and qy jus now on msn.. wah. all say mii lahs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. post nxt wk!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-1807673124037033910?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1807673124037033910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=1807673124037033910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1807673124037033910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1807673124037033910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/01/firstt-day-off-school-2009.html' title='Firstt day off School 2009!!'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-456610679104811981</id><published>2009-01-01T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:40:13.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year everyone!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy new year everyone!! Went to Downtown east, D'marquee for countdown..! Met classmates at 7plus and trained to Pasir Ris.. walked there.. alot of ppl.. cars also jam.. we went food court to meet ex-classmate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate le.. went in.. queue up.. den security check mah.. actually I go the first one de.. den bt, lg, ot went second one.. so I follow them.. den lik so slow lahh.. in front de person hav all sorts of things.. den cant bring in.. cause scared can throw at ppl.. den ot de sis, sis's friend all ok le.. left us.. den I don wan bring coin..if not the metal detector will go off.. so gave ot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den check finsh le.. walk in.. find ot sis de friend sit there.. so we sat there.. den see performances.. sing.sing.. mostly sing lahh.. den they hav dance some also.. den from 8 sit there till 10 plus.. den more performance.. hav one is, they throw light stick to us.. den we quite at the back.. only one of them thorw till vey far.. den hit till bt.. den lik.. wahh... den, we sat there joke, laugh.. den lg always take out things to play de.. den the rest of us laugh.. quite bored till around 11.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den the wad.. singer come.. denn all lik siao.. stand up.. so we stand also.. den 11 plus le.. very shortly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they count 2359.. one min..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20..19..18..17..16..15..14..13..12..11..10..9..8..7..6..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5..4..3..2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy New Yearr!! yeahh!!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; den those fire sparks.. balloon from celling de..also fell down.. den everyone play.. den shake hands..I send some smses &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. the party!! everyone start to dance le.. ot and her mom also start to dance.. thier friends also..den mii..bt..lg..also start to dance.. fun!! den walk around.. den saw ot de friends.. sec2 de girls.. some see them before.. some.. they mayb also see mii before..den all dance..dance.. one wear grey de dance lik siao lik that.. most of them are quite chioo de.. all know how to dancee..!! so nice lah..!! ot and lg all pull mii in to dance with themm.. but lik so ps.. all girlss.. so.. didnt.. den I lg and bt dance near them.. den one of them hav eye contact..hmmm.. she quite chioo also de lahh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den they don know go where.. so we dance around.. den saw them again.. more of their friends join in.. den saw gc.. den gc and ot hug.. den he shake hands with the rest of us.. den all dance.. soo funn.. den till the song 'A good girl..' all nice liaoo.. jump..jumpp.. de..  jus now also have one is 'dont cha'..and also.. the.. 'Draston Tin Tei' that was also nice..  all of the songs are nice lahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great night dancing!! once dance le.. cant stop.. soon.. it was 2plus le.. the girls left le..  so we left too.. and walk out to the shop before going in to near the party there..and was lik.. dancing out.. ppl still queueing up to come in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;den ot, lg bought drinks.. we walk out, went restroom to washup.. den walk to the street there to cab.. but den.. ot all go.. den. mii, bt, gc, lg walk to tm.. walk till half way ot de mom call us back.. I was lik thinking.. call us for wad? i don wann.. I wan go tm with themm.. den lg and mii walkk back to her there.. cause they cab back mah.. thought we wan go back le.. so call us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den lg sit infront.. den bt call mii.. I say meet at tm bah.. reach till ot de house there.. den wan walk to tm de.. den the mom say go back le laahh.. quite late.. den , i say ok.. so, I called bt, they still at Ws there.. den will be quite long before they reach.. so I say go back bah.. den they say ok.. so, ot de mom gave us the trip back.. den we walk out to cab back.. reach till near my house there den aligt.. walk to lg near there.. den sit downn.. talk awhile den go back le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. I still lik.. dancing back.. den reach le.. shower.. den rest.. at there dance.. its jus so fun!! den a while sleep le.. cause reach back at 3.. den shower all this 3 plus.. den cant really sleep.. still think of dance.. den till awhile more den can sleep.. woke up at 10 plus.. pebble mei msg mii.. she went out with coursins.. den the whole day.. pack things.. till 6 plus 0n9 a while.. den Glynnis ask mii sms her.. den tv till 7 plus.. den sms her till 8 lik that.. den dinner till 8 plus.. den on9 till now..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr sch's starting!! so will post once a week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 2009 everyone!! wish all hav a great and fruitful year ahead!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-456610679104811981?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/456610679104811981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=456610679104811981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/456610679104811981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/456610679104811981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-everyone.html' title='Happy New Year everyone!!'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-5741343818623668571</id><published>2008-12-31T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:34:04.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestt of these yearss..2008..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ohh..ohhh..oh... hmmm... well.. from 27 dec to 29.. sort of forgotten wad did I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only knew that I was happy to see her on9..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the 30th, tue.. went ice skating!! went with 3 classmates.. all the rest cant come.. so we went instead.. mii, v,, v's sister, bt, and bt good friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reach Simei mrt at 2 plus? den we waited.. till lik 15 mins.. den v came le.. den we trained to Kallang.. den wan corss road.. lik so much cars.. so we went traffic lights.. den cross le.. find the sit bus the place.. den bused there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Had not went to the ice skating ring for very long le.. more than 5 yrs? or less? it has been smaller.. so, we paid for our tics.. and went in.. took the shoes.. put our things in locker, wear the shoes.. the ice re surfing time was at 4.. and we went in at 340.. we prepare ok le is around 350 le. so we wait.. den see the others skating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh.. so nice lahh.. some is lik competition de.. den we sat down..rest for awhile.. den around 415? den ok le.. den one girl come out test the surface.. wahh.. she skate til so nice alsoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den she prepare.. den stand there.. den my friends say.. 'at there for wad?' den I say, 'wait for music..' den the music came..see.. I so smart.. den test ok le.. we went in the ring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so.. v said  that we all hold hands and skate.. den I pair with her sis, N. and bt.. den N lik so cutee lahh.. lik pri1 only? den go in.. den slowly skate..skate.. even N is better than mii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den I fell twice.. cause once is lost balance.. another time was looking at other place.. and almost the third..ccause one person come fast and bang mii.. den I at there.. piak..piak..piakk.. legs left right de.. but then didnt fall.. den that person still can look.. didnt say anything.. but, can see that he feels sry abt it.. but didnt care.. and skate on..  N saw mii at theere piak.. den told her sis.. wahh..ps lehs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we sakte all around.. den took some photos.. leg quite pain.. cause not used to it.. den bt de good friend made V fall down lahh.. den everyone was lik.. 'ooo'.. den N was with mii mah.. den also saww.. den we skate to bt there.. den V and the good friend came back.. den they at there ps.. cause many ppl saw.. den one of the staff saw them fell.. den pass by us.. den at there dance and laugh.. so we laugh back too.. thats was real funnyy.. that staff was working at there for many years.. still rmb him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den lik almost 540 le.. den we need to leave le mah.. cause 2hrs..den we skate one more round.. den at the first start v hold mii and skate de mahh.. cause , I not that sure.. den also a few times we lik hold each others de sholder.. bt hold good friend de.. v hold bt de.. N hold V de.. and I hold V de.. den also hold hands and skate.. cause guide each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den bt fell down twice.. still can laugh some more.. but I helf him up lahh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;den soon.. we skate finish le.. leg pain.. but still have stand at side to rest for 5mins for a few times lahh.. den walk in there.. leg..walk bend..bend de.. den we took off shoes.. and open locker.. den I stand up and try walk.. I unbalance le.. den sit down and try stand up.. den can le.. so open locker.. den took V de things out.. and N de.. cause N don have much things mah.. so share with V and mii.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den take things..wear shoe.. went toilet.. den went out.. giv tic.. the person still let us out.. cause we late leave by a few mins.. but, don need pay extra.. thank him le.. den went down to buy pplaster.. cause V de leg cut till.. all the bt friend de fault.. and V fall.. den she wan the cute cute de.. 4 plus.. den don wan.. say too ex.. cause is good friend pay mahh.. den in the end take the 1plus de.. but still have cute de lahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went down to Pasta Mania to hav dinner.. cause N hungry le.. and she fell down one too.. on her elbow I think? she did cried a little..but, ok le.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we at outside see which one N wan eat.. den lik play with her.. she cutee.. den say wad kids meall.. den V came back.. cause hse talk on fone jus now.. and N already hav a fone.. know how to sms and talk on the fone already ok? so smart lahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went in.. see wad we wan order.. den we order le.. mine come first.. den cause wait all come den eat mahh.. den N and V de also come le.. Bt and friend de hav to wait.. so we ate first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh.. so nicee.. didnt eat that for a long time..N ate galic bread, V ate spageti..I ate..pasta..and they ate pizza..den till half way V say go out take things.. den N followed.. den a while came back le.. den we talk ..talk.. den go walk around.. actually wan bowling.. but came out late.. so next time.. den we play merry go round.. den I put coins for N..she put some also.. den ok le.. den start liaoo.. some ppl lik seeing us lahh.. but, N is still small mah.. so still can play.. den alll sat down.. den bt stand there and see..and help V take photos.. quite dizzy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den play finsh le.. den no place to go.. so we walk to bus stop.. den we talk talk.. den took pics.. hmmm..quite funny lahh.. den bus come le.. den bused back to Terminal.. trained back.. reach Simei le.. den say bye to V and N.. and reach Tampines.. wen went walk around.. den also funny lah.. joke here and there.. but at least help test one person de results..know how much another person is impt to him.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den walk till Tampines terminal.. den bought drinks.. den I bused back.. den shower.. on9.. den rest.. den pebble mei called mii.. we chatted and laugh..saying all the best things we had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;todayy.. last day of 2008.. 31st December 2008..Wed.. on9.. from aftn till 4plus.. tv.. den on9 till now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well.. I really love this year.. it had given mii alot of fun.. learning experiences.. lessons learnt.. all of the.. sweet..bitter..sour.. and spice.. I love it.. knowing lots of friends this year.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wan say thanks to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyny..my da jie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has always given mii support.. laughter.. advises.. and also.. Idid gave mine too.. can still remember around the first few months starting of this year.. lik..almost most of the sec1s know mii.. but I didnt know themm.. they pass by mii..laugh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den I rmb.. she said.. if have ppl see mii and laugh.. means, its her friends.. yea... I could remeber afew.. Faith, chicken wing, den still hav afew didnt really know them.. wad.. roti prata.. all the names lahh.. den her name is Xtra Large..XL was her chinese name too.. so she was ok with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. still.. jie.. I wan to thank you for giving mii such a great year.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and second I wan thank de is.. Pebble mei.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mei.. you know.. you are a nice mei to talk to.. when I sad.. happy.. or boring.. you will still talk to mii de.. same lik from last year.. it has already been I year that I known you.. although we may had quarrelled once this year.. but, aft awhile I still forgave you.. we forgave each other and still be back as lik last time.. yes, I was angry with you that time.. but, you are still my mei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are not a really good encourager.. but, you try to at times.. that's good.. mei, don care wad.. you also have to be good.. thank you for the past 1yr.. pei mii talk..sms.. you are my best meii ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. Thirdly.. God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.. I really wan to thank you for all these chances, leading mii into the right path.. you and always been by our side.. guiding each of us.. the right and the wrongs.. and giveing us time to learn our mistakes.. God.. I thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lastly.. j*.. you know who you are.. I know I had do somthing not right in mid of this year.. and regreatted greatly about it.. but, I know.. saying anything is not going to help.. but.. as long as I can see you.. I would be happy.. thank you for giving mii such a nice memory.. but still.. I did not put you aside along this year.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icant forget the times when we smsed when we first knew each other.. and during V'day.. it was sweet to see you.. and once on your NAFA test.. your eyes were looking at mii.. I cant forget that.. and the day you called mii when your friends told you too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put mii on speaker.. I still can remeber all.. and was extremelly happy when we met on your b'day.. althoguht I caught a cold that day..walking in the rain to pass you the gifts.. but, I find that its worth it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still just want to tell you that.. I love youu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2008 is ending.. lets all forget the bad.. remeber the goods.. and live on with the new 2009!! goodbye 2008.. and helloo  2000999!! Happpy Neww Yearr..everyonee...!! everyyear would be a better year!! cheerrss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-5741343818623668571?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5741343818623668571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=5741343818623668571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5741343818623668571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5741343818623668571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/bestt-of-these-yearss2008.html' title='Bestt of these yearss..2008..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-6940391882452235742</id><published>2008-12-27T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:14:47.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 63..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ohh.. well.. hmm.. rotting todayy.. hmmmm.. jus that in the morning.. younger 4th coursin came.. she was cute.. almost 3 yrs? or not even 2 yrs? already know how to listen le.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was rotting this aftn.. tv.. lunch.. on9.. mayb ltr going out.. but, don know where also.. see my mood.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. jie!! mus take cares ehh!! see you!! before flight and arrive mus sms.. I will wait de.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh.. and wish pebble de mei.. happy birthday.. don know your sis hav tell you anot.. if don have den say her.. I know you very smart one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-6940391882452235742?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6940391882452235742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=6940391882452235742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6940391882452235742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6940391882452235742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-63.html' title='Day 63..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-9131237712048961402</id><published>2008-12-26T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:52:23.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and 62</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or Christmas on 25th.. I was so happy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. why? read on! hmm.. I went to bus stop and waited for bus.. and it soon came.. when it reaches near her house the bus stop.. I saw her!! yeah!! she was with her sis? and coursin? She was super pretty!! I love herr!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. den she walked pass mii.. i didnt see.. but, I knew.. can hear her.. ohh.. was so super happy lahh.. I think she was just at my back? behind mi? cause it was quite of a clear? hmm.. not too sure if she saw mii.. but, still happy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. almost the whole trip to inter all smile de.. yeahh..yeahh.. den was lik smsing.. I didnt turn back.. cause it woul dbe so obvious.. so.. I jus sms.. and look in front.. the window.. no reflection on the window.. so cant see much at the back.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once reach inter le.. I didnt turn back also.. happyy.. but, its enough to see her.. I wont request more than this.. oh.. really thank God for this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm.. well.. at night.. of already Day 62.. on the 26th..fri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was suddendly emoing.. thinking of the past.. I kinda.. its ok.. don wan to say here.. but, thanks Jie for encouraging and comforting mii.. thanks so muchh.. you too!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well.. today.. went to meet friends.. all one year no see le.. went Raffles.. Hmmm.. was quite of a sad when I was leaving there.. cause need to train back le.. so see them nxt year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back.. tv.. shower.. tv.. dinner.. on9..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-9131237712048961402?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/9131237712048961402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=9131237712048961402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/9131237712048961402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/9131237712048961402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-and-62.html' title='Christmas and 62'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-2630472243490719679</id><published>2008-12-25T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:24:27.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas everyone!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HoHoHO!! Merry Christmas!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you, a Merry Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you , a Merry Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you, a Merry Christmas..and a Happy New year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. it was send msgs..den ppl call mii.. some wishing merry christmas.. some is to talk..wel.. still thanks!! ltr will be going out.. so.. post now instead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;             Have a blessed Christmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-2630472243490719679?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2630472243490719679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=2630472243490719679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2630472243490719679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2630472243490719679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas everyone!!'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-8250624833964740493</id><published>2008-12-24T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:13:13.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 60..</title><content type='html'>Ohhh..welll.. yea.. woke up in the morning.. wash up.. shower.. went ou to bus stop there met friend.. den bused to mrt..reach at 1130.. another friend came a few minutes later? den trained to city hall.. went to the Japuni rest.. den full house.. so reserved at 2 pm de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to suntec.. den walk till almost 2 le.. den they call.. so, we went back to marina sq.. den reach le.. still have to wait awhile.. they actually wan give the other bigger group de.. but then.. I look at the other group de ppl.. den, they say wait and change again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, they say prepare.. den ok le.. we went in.. den the fry thing de, not really working.. den we change table.. den change le.. can liao.. denfry fry le.. keep need to change the foil.. cause we didnt conrol the heat.. den aft that.. I do the control can liao.. not so fast need to change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. eat till a little full le.. den stil lik 3 plus mahh.. den have 2 hrs.. we start from 2.. den waste half and hour.. cause the cooker not working.. so the 2 hr change again..den eat alot.. all nice de.. eat till 4 plus.. den full liao.. lunch time also over le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. we rest.. till awhile more then we bill.. three person 68bucks plus!! one person 20 plus.. ok lah.. not bad.. still acceptable.. den we went to movie there.. den all long queue.. so we trained back to Tampines.. den bused back le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den rest.. tv.. shower.. tv.. rest.. on9..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-8250624833964740493?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8250624833964740493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=8250624833964740493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8250624833964740493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8250624833964740493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-60.html' title='Day 60..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-4501516944125358139</id><published>2008-12-23T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:08:07.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 58, 59</title><content type='html'>ell.. Day 58..Mon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rot whole day..aftn went bought lunch.. den cmae back..hav lunch..rot all teh way till evening..went biking.. den back.. den, bused to l.va de house..den till 9plus bused back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 59..today..23, Dec..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bused to sch de market there..had lunch..den buy things..den bused to l.va house.. den the bro say go out walk.. so we bused to hougang mall instead of compass point..den reach le..we walk around.. den rained to Bugis.. den aft that..walk to sl sq.. den hav zebra crossing.. den have cars mah.. I cross half way..one merc wan to go.. den I put hand say stop liao.. still go!! den I don care..walk in front.. den stop for mii and my friend.. cross road always lik that de.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we walk around.. den till around 5.. den trained and bused back.. den rest.. watch some videos.. den dinner at his house.. den..talk..talkk..talk.. den rest awhile den walk to bus stop..talk..talk.. den bus come le..  bused back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh!! I'm still bluring around facebook!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-4501516944125358139?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4501516944125358139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=4501516944125358139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/4501516944125358139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/4501516944125358139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-58-59.html' title='Day 58, 59'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-786328252625399908</id><published>2008-12-21T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:26:51.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 53, 54, 55, 56, 57</title><content type='html'>On day 53.. Wed.. went to Sentosa to find friend.. den came back in the evening le.. saw Ms Choo there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 54..Rot at home all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 55..Fri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8plus? den shower.. rest.. den went out le.. hav windsurfing.. den met friend at EL food mall.. den wait for him.. den awhile come le.. den had our meals den went ntuc bought water and some snacks? den trained to Tanah Merah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach there le.. wait awhile bus come liao.. den went up the bus.. den when going in the road to Airline houses..SSC all these.. den.. there the road get blocked..I was lik.. 'wahh.. lik that eh?'.. den the TP, CD, all there.. den one of them come up say.. there's a spillage on the road in front.. den not safe to pass.. so, it will detour and go another way.. Actually wan to get down and walk de.. den since still hav time.. jus wait.. den I thoguht it will go by Changi Village there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then.. you know wad? The driver slowly drive.. den before turning in to Changi Village and the road back to Bedok.. it stop there.. the driver still talking with the OC..Operation Center.. den.. I was lik.. shouting.. Uncle.. turn Changi Village!! den some ppl..look..some don care.. den.. It go turn back to Bedok that road.. I was lik so damn angry lahh.. Scolding all the time.. Tell the driver so many times turn Changi Village!! he, don wan listen.. den, some ppl got down.. some ppl stay.. he keep on saying.. can.. can.. can go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den..when it turn back to Tanah Merah MRT le.. I got even angrier!! I was lik.. still shouting all the way.. Why dint turn left? Turn left go back Changi Village mahh.. Go back Bedok for wad? den..all the words.. Den.. when reach MRT le.. I went in front ask.. Go back Bedok eh? den the driver was lik.. yes? I was lik.. Wt...(cannot say here).. den.. I told him.. jus now turn Changi Village can le mahh.. den he keep on insisting cannot.. den some passengers also blame the driver.. say.. Today cant go back le lah.. Ferry left le!! Some wan to get down.. he go pull back again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den.. I was lik.. Changi Village comfirm can de.. sure theres another road.. the TP also say bring us back from another road liaoo.. den he still insist.. So, I ask.. Go back Bedok eh? den he say.. ya.. Den I and my friend alighted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den walk back to another side and bus again.. Den I ask driver.. there comfirm can cross eh, there just now cannot cross leh.. den he say.. yes lah.. can..lah..can lah.. scan card.. den I was lik.. ok..you say can de.. later if cannot.. you another one get scolding! den.. I saw from the back.. he just receive info that cant cross.. den he started telling other passengers, say cant cross le.. Den, I was lik..  just now you say can.. now say cannot? Den.. at one stop.. ppl wan alight.. den he didnt take notice.. too late to stop le.. den..he just go.. didnt even say sorry at all lah.. den at the bus stop before going up.. den I went opp take cap with friend.. den in the middle of the road.. hail cab le..my friend say I pro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den get on le.. say go SSC.. den he go.. den also, he just came back from there.. have passengers also caught in the bus.. it was the first bus I took lah.. den talk..talk..talk.. den he turn the Changi Village road.. den I say.. nehh.. correct liao.. that bus driver say wrong.. den we go till airport there.. den aft that.. turn around.. go to SSC that side.. actually before that he forget to turn one time de.. den go back again.. den reach le.. in the end he say.. pay less 2 dollars.. den thank le.. den walk in.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den till the gate to go up le. den my friend say.. why no lock leh? den we look up..no one leh.. den we lik see till have ppl walk back to keep le.. den we was lik.. huh.. den walk there to see.. den see one farmiliar de face.. was a girl from don know wad sec de.. she was always alone one.. den she smile  smile.. didnt say anything.. den we saw others le.. den was lik.. Did we come at the wrong time? den they say the time change le.. to morning.. den we lik.. huhh.. no one tell us.. den some say..don have our contact no. so its ok.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went up to slack.. see plane.. den go down.. thoguht they de-brief finish le.. de not yet.. den we also wait for de-brief.. den come le.. de-brief finish.. den go le.. nxt year may not be joining.. timing not right.. den we left by the back.. use the same hacking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be the last hacking for this year.. den we walk to TMFT.. still no bus.. so cab back to Tanah Merah MRT.. the driver also pick up passenger from the bus de.. den reach le.. he say pay less 20cent.. cause he late stop meter.. den thank le.. den trained and bused back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same, rest..tv.. shower.. tv..dinnerr.. on9..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 56..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning woke up 7plus.. den shower.. den went out at 8plus.. was tired lahh.. den meet at Mac.. the one opp inter de.. den ate le.. bused to CWP.. den bought tics le.. went down for awhile.. den went up again.. watch 'Twillight'.. It was a nice movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den bring my two friends to Woodlands checkpoint there.. long time didnt go le.. went back to refresh memories.. den I was lik the tour guide there.. den..reach le.. went coffeeshop.. ate le..went supermarket bought stuffs.. bused back to woodlands and tampines.. den got down le.. one friend as usual, left first.. den one of them check pocket.. den found out that he lost something.. den I bring him ran to the SMRT there.. den the driver say.. which bus.. den say wait for the driver..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we wait.. den come le.. we say le.. den walk to his bus.. den he return back.. den thank le.. we walk to TM.. den go ntuc.. bought things.. wah.. became tired le.. den bused to Tmart..went there had meal le.. den buy things..bused back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den..shower..on9..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 57..todayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..rot while day.. actualy wan go out de.. den didnt.. tmr also don know go where le..mayb go get for jie something bahh..wahh.. hav to get both things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-786328252625399908?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/786328252625399908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=786328252625399908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/786328252625399908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/786328252625399908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-53-54-55-56-57.html' title='Day 53, 54, 55, 56, 57'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-3643628853844340178</id><published>2008-12-17T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:39:49.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53</title><content type='html'>Ohh..well well.. I'm back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..so, I should start from reaching the airport bah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. on the 12.. Aft leaving home.. I went down to take cab.. den cross road more easier to go mahs.. so, cross road luhs.. den wait..wait.. walk further down abit.. den the opp direction de hav cab, I don wan take.. den cab come le.. a smrt de cab.. but, nvm lah, jus take first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause, actually I wan take auto gear de mah.. but, think, think, take better.. its still the same..a cab.. can reach airport can le.. So, flagged it down.. put lagguge in the boot..and climb on..'err..Terminal 3..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Terminal 3 eh? ok'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! so, smsed jocelyn first..cause ltr wont really hav so much time to sms.. so, its almost reaching le.. as you know..always on the expressway, can see till alot of planes de..and adjcent to the runway de.. den I say to myself..ohh..where's my plane?? den see many planes there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..very fast.. it started to turn into the slip road to Terminal 3..Wahh..the uncle drive damn fast can? and, was quite a little excited.. as it was also my first time using T3 using the red special road.. and was quite really excited throughout the whole nite..as it was also the first time on a B773..A B773 is a one of SQ's limited aircraft..so, its quite lucky to be on it..the most no. SQ has was a smaller B772s.. (ok, well.. stop all these plane crapss and get back to the cab trip!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. when driving up tho the drive way le.. I say.. 'uhhh..number 3..', den the driver say.. 'number3? ok..' so, reached le.. paid..and got my lagguge and close the boot.. so, I proceed inside.. Wahh.. the feeling damn goodd.. its better than last year I go from T1..T3 rocks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..aft going in.. I go see the screen.. orhh.. check in row 3.. ok, walk there.. den see the which one.. den walk in.. no one de.. onli one person.. the wait is so short.. so, it was my turn very soon.. I presented my passport.. they check, check..den ask mii wheres the form for the UM.. cause, I travelling alone mah.. So, let them see the UM(Un-accompanied Minor) the form..den they say..arhh..ya..this formm.. I need to see.. hmmm.. ok..ok.. can.. ccan.. np.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den I keep the form le.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den they say.. have any bag anot? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, I say, hav, hav..but hand carry up can? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den they say..orhh..can let mii see? put up here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I put there le..7kg plus.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den they say..ok..can lah..can lah..so.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isay, thank you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, tell mii..nahs.. your boarding gate is B5..boarding time at 240pm? so i ask..so gate open at 240 eh? den, say yes.. so, I collected my boarding pass and passport le.. I say thank you..den walk to near by and keep things properly first.. den sit down at a near by de chair.. wait for friends.. cause, I ask them come mahh.. see..very less your friends send you off de right? and very less you send friends off de right? see.. I give them this good chance.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den I went down food court to wait for them.. find a seat le.. they come liaoo.. den one of them ask mii a stupid question.. you take lagguage go where? you flying eh? den I say..orh.. no..no.. I take for funn.. =.=, obviously is fly lahh!! den the other one laugh and also agree.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, they sat down le..ordered stuffs.. and I ask them order one drink of mii can le.. cause ltr can eat.. den order le.. we talk talk.. den I accidently pour the can..spill till jacket.. but, nvm..cause not alot.. den, went ntuc walk walk.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep walking here and there.. make mii dizzy can? den I say.. oi!! I ltr still nid sit plane de lehh.. den..we walk to cheers..walk round again.. den wan fine the travellator de, but, cant find..so take the normal de.. den went up to skytrain there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my gate there de cabin crew all these already reach le..and going in liao.. den I say.. aiya..plane not yet come..they so fast come for wad?den we walk to near the check-in rows there to sit down, rest and talk..(actually the plane already arrived le..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, aft around 220pm, I go in le..cause, we all say properly, 220 den go also can.. so set the time there.. den they walk with mii to the departure gate there..one of them help mii pull the lagguage.. den walk till there reach le.. I take my passport and boarding pass out.. den say, byee..den the officer come approach mii to check my boarding pass and passport.. den my friends already walking to mrt there liao.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, check finish ok le.. den I say thankyou, den go in le..den, I look here, look there..see one is check baggage de, den I didnt walk there..den walk straight to the auto clearance there.. den they check again..have two officers.. den check le..say, thankyou, den go in.. scan passport..den door open..go in..put fingerprint..den scan ok le..den door open!! I'm in! den I walk to my gate there..cause I thought my friends will wait there for mii mahh.. den go there le..see no one..onli receive a sms.. =.= , asking mii to buy things..for his, whooo alsoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I know, don walk there le.. so, I go find watson all these mahss..cause I need buy something..cause no liquid de..onli in transit can buy.. den, I see the info counter de board..find..find..find..wahh so farr.. den, I see my gate hav almost alot of ppl le..but, cant really see clearly..so, i don care yet..cause still early..flight departing 1525..10mins before departure..I 1500 go still can.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den I go find a trolley.. cause more easier push mahss.. den put my baggage and bag up.. den my bag the strip so short..den keep on adjusting..walk few steps, adjust some.. den ok le.. den walk..walk..walk to come in there de.. den walk half way..almost reaching le.. den hear annoucement..done knoe wad Gate B5..wad Hong Kong de.. cant hear clearly.. den I see the screen.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gate Closing!!.. den, I thought..have error..how can be so fast closing..? still so early.. 230 onli lehh..den I see all the screen..all the same.. den I think.. orhh..no errors..its real de.. den I better turn back..the thing not really important..still can buy at there.. so, I rush back all the way to the gate.. run..run..run.. push trolley so fast.. den, ppl see mii..all siamm!! wah..lik open road for mii lik that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, saw my gate le.. Gate Closing.. den run..run..run..run to outside.. put trolley outside.. den I put outside le.. carry bag..and carry up luggage and go in.. den, have to check all the baggage.. den check le.. all these.. den.. slowly..slowly.. cause i'm inside le..sweating lik wad lahh.. den.. still have ppl queing.. den, another one open le..they put up hand.. so, I go over..den take boarding pass all this.. nono.. I mean, scan.. den they tear the larger part one.. the smaller one is keep de.. den Igo in find place and sit downn.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..so, all these ppl are going to be on the same flight as mii.. den, I go sit down le..restt.. wahh..sweaty lahh.. den, sms jy, pebble mei..den, see ppl taking photo at the window there..wahh..nice vieww.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, I came in late..nxt time, I'm going in early to relax and enjoy le..so ya..friends..see, this is wad I told you..its a rare chance to see your friends off..nw..lesser chance le..but, I rather hav friends to come den going in to relax..jus that nxt time go in earlier..so not so rush.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, I think.oh yah.. my fone de USB in luggage.. so, I carry up and put on the chair..open up..take le.. den close back.. den, rest not till half way.. they say..nw..is ready for boarding..den can all go in le.. those sitting at the back row one, can go in first..den see many ppl start to go in le.. den, I lik, not yet pack finish my things lahh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, quickly pack and keep..den, I walk to the areobridge there.. den, hav one person standing there..den I thoguht is wad.. den nth..so proceed in there.. wahh.. the areobridge so nice lahhs..so bigg.. den see all the airport vehicals..and the plane..actually wan take photo de...but then..I was lik..still in a rushing mode.. cant relax..everything didnt prepare ready..so, jus continue to walk in to the plane.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den saw.. Bus, First class..den, economy.. den I look here and ther lahh.. blurrr.. den walk to economy there.. saw another one.. A380 upper deck..for A380 onli.. Ohh.. my gate was actually also one of the A380 gate..but, then they put a string across..so cant cross there.. den, before going in to economy de.. den saw Bus, and first de.. can see the crew welcoming the passangers le..and the long, passage wayy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, I walk, the bridge connecting to the plane de.. den..ppl waiting le.. den, I lik, hav so many things to carry lahh.. jacket.. bag.. luggage..boarding pass.. den.. I see newspapers..also take..cause can read mahh..den, going in plane le.. wahh..quite big lehh.. den the crew welcome..and check..see we sit where..den tell us left or right mahh.. den, mine is 50K.. so, they show mi to the right..den.. walkk all the way in to seat 50.. den some ppl very slow de.. den wait that time..I keep things first.. den.. walk..walk.. ok..reach le.. I was lik shock lahh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose the wrong seats.. this seat is lik, at the front de.. den, the toilet is lik infront onli.. but, its ok.. nxt time take note.. den, I put my bag, jacket all theses one my seat first.. den put my luggage up.. den, hav one person the luggage so bigg.. den I lik =.=.. cause den mine luggage cant fit in le mahh.. den I try close..cant close.. den that person still stand there look.. he seat 51 de, put my 50.. humph!! fine.. I put at 52!! den, I take put..put behind..at 52 de..den put le.. nice, nice inside..den, I go sit at my seat.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the things up..pillow, bag, blanket, newspaper, den the paper put infront the rack.. den lik, cram..den, put bag down..below.. denn.. all ok le.. den slowly.. make myself comfotable.. den find the aircon de.. ehhh!!! no aircon de lehh.. cheyy..its at the celling de.. Airbus den hav indivigure..hmmm.. this seat still ok lahh.. hav two window.. den, look outside..wahh..nice lehhss..den see behind below.. den see till the baggage compartment.. they putting in.. den the other aircraft.. den..see other ppl come le.. den, sit beside mii e two ppl also come le.. den, they put things den sit down.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, I fasten belt all these.. den sms pebble mei..say I in plane le.. den, turn on flight mode liao..its also my first time turn on flight mode for this fone..den, awhile the captian say.. welcome all these..den say.. the door is closed..and will be having our pushback in around 2 minutes time..den..talk talkk talkk..den..start to push back to push back le.. yeahh..moving.. den, lik engine start..but, not much sound..was quiet..den..still pushing back.. den, still watching video mahh.. den, I don knoe how pull up the screenn.. den, so, jus wat the big one at the front de.. den..awhile..hav sound liaoo.. start to move off le.. taxing liaoos.. den.. give hot towels all these.. i think, its to let ppl not to get so anxious..let them relax le.. I also..too anxious.. den aft the hot towel.. den, I relax le..feel more better.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den..taxi..taxi.. taxi till almost the runway le.. den the captian say.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabin crews..at stations please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. one of the in-flight supervisor say.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guyyss!!at your stationss.. den the rest all quickly all go back stations le.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause already reaching runway le.. den can hear the flaps.. and..we'ree taking off.. runway.. 02L.. (2 Left) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. a right turn.. den alin properly le.. den almost straight le.. den engines start to spool up.. den can feel the G-force..hmmm..quite quiet lah..the engines.. it was a GE engines I think? nahs, not too sure..will check it.. den..look out window..see all the planes..A380, B744, B772.. denn slowlyy..can see..lifting off ground le.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den..ok..we're off!! den.. banked left I think? I rmb..go Hk alwasy bank left de..den see below.. den see till changi.. the windsurfing place? den, very fast see till Malaysia.. wahh..all the islands all so nice lahhss..the shapee.. all soo smoothh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den very fast..at a certain attuide.. we're free to move around le.. den the person beside mii so rude!! My newspaper I take de..den she go take!! den, I go watch Chihuahua..den change to other one.. den sometimes need to stay in seats..cause of some air pockets..but, still hav ppl moving around.. den, around 4plus? start to eat le.. den they serve others..didnt serve mii lahh..! onli till one walk pass.. den ask mii wad I wan..? den I say Orential..den they say ok.. den tell other crew..serve this one first..I lik almost the last few to eat de lahh..den eat till half way serve ice-cream le..den I eat faster..ice cream also..they gave a Magnum? den, drink apple juice faster.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den clean up le..den, i sit awhile more.. See news.. Weather.. Den I go take my bag.. Diffcult to get out..cause its at the front de mah.. den I go behind.. den the ppl at row 52 de look at mii.. den, i don care..  open, tkae put my things..den close back.. go my seat sit dwn.. den write form le.. den take camera out..den keepp. take out..keep..take out..den, take pics.. Wahh..outside formm ice crystals lahh.. outside temperature lik, negetive 51 degrees celcuis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, afew times the plane reduce speed.. den..at once.. as fast as 900km/h..quite fast.. den when I nth do..den I look out window.. Blue and clouds so nice..den when reaching le.. can see till moon one.. so niccee lahhss.. den, afew times, keep on flare up.. bank left the most..den, when wan land le..den I wear my jacket first.. den look out.. lik, all fog lik that de lahh.. Landing blind.. till less than 500 to 300 feet den can see..den see till the long high wayy bridge..den left around 100 feet le..see till the tredshore lights is lik blinking de.. cause of fogg.. den land le.. can hear till the reverse thrusers..and see till the speed breakers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den they say all they say all the stuffs and all lah.. den taxi till almost reaching gate le.. den I take out seat belt liaoo.. den hav other ppl see.also copy mii!!  den At gate le.. I stand up..go behind open up..and take my things.. my luggage almost drop lahh.. luckly I hold properly..the compartment latch damn high can? hav to tip toe a bit..den, all slowly go out le.. den..wait..wait.. wait for the areo bridge to reach the plane door.. den..already off engines le.. den..I tuen off flight mode.. den searching.. den, stil waiting.. so, I look out the door de window.. can see til outside.. den smses start to come in le.. den can go liaoo.. den walk to the front.. the first class, bus, class de there..quite big lehh..nice alsoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den walk out le.. all thank you.thank you.. den..sms keep coming in..  den walk downn.. den arrival there..  fone ring..and ring.. irritating can? den..walk to the clear immegration there..den, saw rude person again.. den.. wait..wait.. den clear le.. den walk out.. den.. walk around.. den sit car go over China le.. Go the Great highway of Hong Kong.. den pass into China.. den change car.. den sit to hotel.. den..shower..rest..sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 49-51..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all.. is morning..wake up around 7plus.. den walk ou to hav breakfast..den shopping.. den go buy friends de stuffs.. den go back rest..  den evening come out dinner.. den rest le..sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 52..Mon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning wake up.. had a few things.. den sit car to Dongguan.. A long car ride.. around 1 and half hrs den reach.. quite sleepy.. den reach le.. go walk walk.. go walk the supermarket..buy afew things.. there quite cheap.. 100 pieces of want want onli S3 dollar plus? but, didnt buy that.. too big to bring back.. den.. go hav lunch.. den go other place see things.. den I go opp to see.. wah.. there more ncier lahh. den go see friend de things again.. den see..see..see tilll one le.. den go buy.. den I go giv 5 dollar hk and 1 dollar rmb..  den they see..see le.. den tell mii.. den I was lik.. huh??? orhh..den I give another 5 rmb.. den.. no change of 10cent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den they give a sweet..to act as the 10cent.. den Iwas lik.. its ok lahh.. den you knoe wad sweet?  Milk Powder!! den, walk back.. den.. saw one shop..go in se.see le.den buy.. quite cheap.. so pay le..den walk back.. the time jus nice..4plus.. going back le..to shenzhen.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den sit the car so sleepy lahh..sleep a little while.. den reach le.. rest awhile..den dinner.. den go back rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 53..Tue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..morning wake up.. den pack all the things ready.. den go hav breakfast.. den.. come back..rest.. den around 1.. go check out le.. den put things there first.. den go walk walk.. walk till 1plus walk abck..cause car comming at 1350.. den go take things.. den the hotel staff help carry out also.. den, jus nice car come.. den go up.. den sit till some place..change car..den sit all the way into Hong Kong.. den the highway again.. den reach airport le.. den.. take things.. den, go find the check in one.. den not yet ready..so.. wait..den awhile have le.. early checkin.. so check in luggage le.. den go walk walk.. walk around till 5..den go in.. clear immegration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, walk to gate..go find.. den see till some plane.. den take photo also.. den go till gate there.. not yet open.. den see till plane come le.. turning in.. a B744.. den take photo also.. Hmm.. den hear till engine sound..turn off le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, wait wait.. den at around 1810 can go in le.. den check boarding pass le.. den go in the areo bridge.. den same.. they tell you left or right.. den mine is 43E.. den walk back.. not very far lahh.. den put baggage up le.. den sit down.. den all the things.. den very fast door close..den push back le.. den engine start.. and the flaps.. den.. the video all these..hot towels.. wahh..very hot lahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally not so hot de.. den they say..becarefull..its very hot..den tkae and shake..shake.. den give us.. same to relax us de lahh.. den.. taxi..taxi..very long lahh.. den same.. crews at stations..den taxi till almost runway le.. den brake..den stop.. den teh captian annouce..say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Good evening, Ladies and Gentelment.. due to some abnormal problems in the cockpit.. the plane will be delayed by a few minutes.. sorry for the inconvinience..and..we will try to rectify the problem..thankyou..' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. the crew also say..den they start to get up and reassure passengers.. den.. saw another plane pass by us.. den take off le.. the strobelights very bright..so.. afew ppl watch tv first.. I also watch.. but is the flightpath de.. cause also no headphones yet mahh..actually the IFEs for SIA should be off during taxi, takeoff and landing de..but, don knoe wh stil can watch.. den..awhile.. the captian say.. the problem is solved..will be taking off shortly.. den crews all go back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taxii..taxi.. then turn left.. den saw.. its.. runway 07R..(7 Right) den.. engine spool up le.. den very fast.. can feel lifting up liao.. den lift off the ground.. Hmmm..quite foggy also lahh.. den.. all ok le.. can move around cabin liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den..drink things..watch shows.. I watch lik 3 shows lahh..all so short de.. nth one.. den go toilet.. Hmmm..toilet is bigger than A320s one.. that's off course!! den I wan wash hand.. don knoe how on tap!! den press..press..pushh..push..pull..pull.. den see some soap.. den.. jus anyhow press lah.. don care..still hav water.. den... press alot of times den don care le.. the tap I don knoe how use.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den walk back to my seat.. den start to eat le.. den I say wan international.. den they give orential one.. but, its ok..cause I say chicken.. chicken is Orential liao mahh.. den.. just eat..cause at first I wan pasta de.. den, nxt time den try again.. this time..eat le..still can relaxx.. den.. they give a Hee-zen Daz ice creamm..cookies and creamm.. wahh.. small cup de lahh.. but, its still nice.. better than the Magnum of course! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den..clear things all these.. den they start pushing outthe items.. den.very fast landing le.. the captian say.. will be in time at 2220.. den..weather is quite cloudy..and clam..den..will be landing south of Singapore.. den.. off lights all these.. den.. seat belts.. but, most screens are off.. mine and a few are still on.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den..see the flight path.. decending le.. den see till Singapore liao..den..at around 150 feet.. the IFE den off.. some still on one.. den.. yeahh!! landed in Singapore!! the reverse thrust and breaking effect quite strong.. can hear also.. I look out..I think we landed at Runway 02L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant see clearly.. but, see till how the planes park know le.. den..taxi..taxi.. so long lahh..turn right.. den left.. den pass by the planes.. den retract flaps le.. den brake..brake.. hav sounds one.. den.. ok..turnnn.. reach gate le.. Gate A17.. the furthers gate at the end of T3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den..I same take off seatbelts first.. den stop le.. all take out..den get up..take things.. den..all walkk..walk.. den all stop there.. den wait..wait..so, I turn off flight mode first.. den awhile can go le.. den.. go out.. all thankyou.. den I smile..smile lahh.. den walk out.. saw the staircase to the upper deck also.. den... walk..walk.. go out of the door to the bridge le.. cann see till the plane.. quite big lahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still prefer the 773!! Boeing are better than Airbus.. the B744 are not too bad.. ok.. den.. walk..walk.. take the travalator.. den so far lahh.. den goo down to arrival.. den no ppl de.. den clear the auto de. den go take trolley..wait for luggage so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den come le.. take le..walk out.. den cab back.. reached home.. den pack.. shower..sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok..the rest..post tmr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-3643628853844340178?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3643628853844340178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=3643628853844340178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3643628853844340178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3643628853844340178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-48-49-50-51-52-53.html' title='Day 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-2821007186851836091</id><published>2008-12-12T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:59:34.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 48..leaving Singapore nw..back on 16thdec..</title><content type='html'>Ohh!! woke up at 7plus this morning? den, on9.. pack things..check properly.. den watch videos..friendster.. den on9.. den showerr..so, nw on9 to post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing everyone can..? But, I miss her more.. I miis you J*!! I  really love you, you know?? So..pls..everyone take caree..I'll be back on that 16th nite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight ltr is SQ868 at 1525, to HK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, return flight is, SQ 865 at 1830..so will arrive in Singapore at around 2220..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going HK and China, dong guan, shenzhen all these near cities..will try to post if possible.. and mayb, will on9 on plane..but, not sure will anot.. I will be on-board a B773 if I'm not wrong..and return flight would be a B744..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, its time to leave house nw.. I MISS EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp; pebble mei, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see all of ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-2821007186851836091?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2821007186851836091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=2821007186851836091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2821007186851836091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2821007186851836091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-48leaving-singapore-nwback-on.html' title='Day 48..leaving Singapore nw..back on 16thdec..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-8421363956799046491</id><published>2008-12-11T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:50:46.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 47..Not in Singapore from 12-16 dec..</title><content type='html'>Oh well..its day 47.. and I still miss herr.. nahss.. I'm so happy that day.. nw havin a cold le..cause in the rain.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. today jus went to airport in the aftn.. to do some adminstration stuffs.. den trained to Raffles take things den trained and bused home le.. den pass by raffles, I walked quickly..cannot let ppl see mii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home.. put things..den went out near to get some snacks.. den rain.. go in shop, come out, change so fast..! luckly hav bring umbrella..so walk and wait in carpark.. den sit and wait.. aft around 10 to 20 mins start to stop le.. so walk home.. on9.. pack things.. tv.. shower.. den on9..pack things..den nw on9.. Hmmm..quite busy lahhs.. always tmr fly den today pack laguagge one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Hmmm.. Going to hk and china from tmr, 12 - 16 dec.. should be back on tue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight will depart Singapore, T3 at 1525.. SQ 868.. should arrive in Hong Kong at 1910 bahs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den, on 16 dec, will depart Hong Kong around 1830, SQ 865..will arrive back in Singapore at around 2220 bahss.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..well.. I will miss her de!! I'm already starting to miss her nw alot le..and I'll miss everyone!! And my pebble mei, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will not be posting for these few days bahs.. If can will post.. Den on plane mayb if can go on9, I will on9 msn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..seeya all of youu!! I love and miss all of youu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and love her mostt of all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeya!! tmr will post before leaving home..if not will post on the 17 dec!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-8421363956799046491?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8421363956799046491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=8421363956799046491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8421363956799046491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8421363956799046491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-47not-in-singapore-from-12-16-dec.html' title='Day 47..Not in Singapore from 12-16 dec..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-1056696104847948886</id><published>2008-12-10T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:12:34.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 46</title><content type='html'>Weell.. in the aftn..jus went to near Tampines library to hav lunch..andd bused to ws.. and then.. bused to SAFFT..went to that island which i'll be going in the years to come.. Hmmm..not bad lah..quite goodd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. bused back to pr mrt, and Tampines mrt..bought dinnerr..and bused home.. dinner..shower..on9.. ahh choo!! Gahhs!! its ok.. Hmmm..I also don think she know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bahh.. post tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks pebble mei for talking to mii last nite..hmmm..should be this morning..nahs, don worry and sad lahh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-1056696104847948886?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1056696104847948886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=1056696104847948886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1056696104847948886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1056696104847948886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-46.html' title='Day 46'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-7651525151478831612</id><published>2008-12-10T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:11:38.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 45..46..</title><content type='html'>Ohh..I gonna miss herr.. jus nw budy wif things..so hav to post in todays de.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..today is mainly rotting!! in evening jus went biking..and home!! rest..tv.. shower..tv..on9.. till nw.. cause nid book things also.. den that website make mii go crazy!! change here..change there!! I lik.. gahhss!! but, at last..done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den I do things.. pack clothes..which clothes wan bring de..  Oh!! I'm going to hk and dong guan, china I think? going many cites of china.. nahs.. its so bigg.. it would be cold there..  and I'm ahh chhoo-ing nw.. ahh choo!! cause, of ytd de, ytd walk in rain bahh? see.. I sacrifice my health..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. den do my own things..(ahh chhoo!! =.=, jus sneeze..).. den.. nid roller coaster again!! change another booking!! den wait for the call.. wait.. wait.. so long.. den, can le.. den aft ok le.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den..check all the things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post ltr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-7651525151478831612?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7651525151478831612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=7651525151478831612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7651525151478831612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7651525151478831612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-4546.html' title='Day 45..46..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-394130521740035957</id><published>2008-12-08T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:08:58.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays' a special day!!yeah hoo!!I love it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todays' a special day!! yeah..yeah..yeahh.. I love itt!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08th Dec '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight-twelve-ohEight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well..well..last nite..stayed up till 12..and wished her Happy birthday!! yeah!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..den, we chatted on sms for awhile before she slept..and nites nites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft the good nite sms to her.. I rested for awhile..T.v till 12plus? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at almost around 1.. went to prepare all the stuffs.. and plan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..think..think.think.. den get up on bed and think..where should I start first? Think till around 2..my eyes were quite heavy..den..I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot!! mus wake up!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok..so wake up le..start work!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first start wif the writing.. hmm..for the birthday one first.. aft write finish birthday le.. I rested for lik 5mins? walk around.. it was almost 2plus le.. It started drizzling.. Was thinking..oh..well..ltr how? Is it going to rain? drizzle? or nice weather? if rain den how?how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..aft rest for awhile.. I start wif christmas de.. den, the birthday one put for it to dry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. write..write.. Hmmm.. Was thinking how to write it.. So, aft writing.. it was around 3 to almost 3plus le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don wan waste time.. I go decorate the birthday one first.. finish le..jus nice..also can decorate the christmas de.. Trim here..trim there.. den ok le.. So rested for lik a min?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting cold also.. So, put on a jacket..and the rain got heavier.. Cant think abt that much..cause.. nw mus do de, is wrap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So..decided to use the blue de to use to wrap birthday..and christmas, for christmas of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so happilly wrapping.. put properly all these.. den wrap mus wrap properly..cannot leave a hole or a gap.. If not can see..she's smart one ok? she will look in if hav a hole de.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..yeah! wrapped finish b'day le.. Hmmm.. it was almost 5 nw.. still can rest!! continue work!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already not much rain le.. still coldd.. So.. put properly the big one.. cause in jus nw de sms.. she say if its big anot? So I say no.. den..think..think..think..If she wan big de.. ok then! jus add on to it.. Wrap..wrap..wrap..take photos of themm.. den put the chain..but, beofre putting in the chain..hav to join first.. So..join le.. den I put it in.. and wrap.. The big one was bigger..!! of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. the small de is consists of two things.. one blue blue de..and another one is pink pink de..and a b'day note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big de leh? Consists of one big brown de.. and the chain.. plus the notes of course..Ohh..I love it.. all the memories flow back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..aft finish wrapping the small and big de.. its almost 6plus! Daylight is comin out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!! So near!!! den..before I done up the big de.. I go cut up a shape.. hmm..was jus a reminderr for smth..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. jie smsed mii.. ask mii if i'm still awake? I said ya..still awake.. didnt slept.. den till half way..she dozed off le, I guess..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..rested on bed for a while..aft packing the both things into the bag.. till around 8.. went to wash up..shower..and do all those nid to do de.. So.. Gotten ready around 845.. den went mirror all this lahh..  nahhs.. normally, don hav de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;den looks all ok le.. took things.. and get out by 850..smsed jq..told her that..I'm on the way, walking to her house de bus stop..should reached by the meeting time as planned.. So.. walk..walk..walk.. den it start to drizzle.. I still continued to walk.. tried covering the whole bag as much as I could, to prevent it from getting wet.. den..It got heavier..and heavier.. Was nearing her house by that time.. the whole outer side is wet le.. So.. I quickly ran..walk.. to the bus stop.. cause, I also walking on the road mahs..so still hav cars.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den reached bus stop le..cleaned off all the waters.. and the tissue, I didnt even throw away lahh.. So..sat down.. and waited for her.. yea.. its jus 859.. I reached in time..den..waited..waited.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drizzles get heavier.. I kept on looking at the staircase for her lah.. den heard alot of giggling noises.. wah..gave mii and made mii more tensed up can? was so excited lah..den.. it was actually a kid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. So I waited for awhile more..den.. keep on looking around..here and there.. den SAW HER!! SHE CAME OUT LE!! YEAHH HOOO!! She lik looking around for mii also.. den saw mii le.. she actually taking out her fone one.. So.. I saw her le.. look at my fone..she climbing up the stairs.. den I stand up.. YEAH!! SHE APPEAR!! den.. I handed her, her gifts..and wished her happy birthday.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept on saying thank you..orh..thank you.. I replied welcome.. &lt;strong&gt;SHES SO PRETTY!!AND CUTEE!!! OHH!! I LOVEE HERRR!! &lt;/strong&gt;Den she take that time, keep on saying tahnk you.. &lt;strong&gt;So Sweett..&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm.. So I asked her, going out eh? she said.. Ummm.. den I asked, where's her sis? she said.. oh..coming down le..she's upstairs.. I replied.. Oh.. ok.. hmmm.. Bye byee.. den she say bye bye..thank youu..I siad..orh..huh?.. she said, thank you.. den I said, orh. ok..welcome..Byee bye.. den she said.. Bye bye.. thank you..all the both of use wif smiles.. &lt;strong&gt;her's smile's are the sweetest..!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I walk out of the bus stop..and cross the road.. into the rain.. wooww.. it's ok.. I sacrifice my health for her.. So aft I crossed the road go into buildings le.. I looked back.. and saw her.. and a small glace of her sis..hmm..cant really see much.. But, can still be seen.. and I saw herr!! her sis followed behind her up the bus 293.. So, I continued to walk.. den I walk outside.. so can see her.. den the bus pass by.. cant really see her.. Mayb she saw mii? or she's busy looking at the gifts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. walk around near our house de market..den nth much.. So walk back in the rain too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home.. rested.. tv.. den she smsed mii.. ask mii wahh..why all .... de? I was lik.. wahh! so fast open le.. den she say, one of them the tape not tape properly..so can see.. den I sayy.. wah.. smart!!  See!! told you!! she's definetly smart!! Hmm.. Actually those gifts did not go as plannedd.. But, still at least passed my expectations..  I too, feel that its too much of a s.ft.. WAnted to get some other things instead.. But, dropped one of the plans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. as long as you are happy wif the gifts.. I'm happy too!! I promise, nxt time..and everyother time.. it will not be the samee..!! I &lt;strong&gt;PROMISED!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh..well.. I think, I nid'da get some sleepp.. didnt sleep last nite..  by right, should be this morning.. So was quite tired.. and.. Jiaqi, if you saw my panda eyes earlier on.. don laugh lehh.. will ps one..once again.. happy birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;post tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-394130521740035957?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/394130521740035957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=394130521740035957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/394130521740035957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/394130521740035957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-special-dayyeah-hooi-love-it.html' title='Todays&apos; a special day!!yeah hoo!!I love it!!'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-8855074747338642683</id><published>2008-12-08T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:10:33.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jiaqi!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy birthday Jiaqi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to youu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, happy birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh!! hoo rayy!! Happy birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another year for you!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*piu**piuu**boomm!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you'll enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-8855074747338642683?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8855074747338642683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=8855074747338642683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8855074747338642683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8855074747338642683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-jiaqi.html' title='Happy Birthday Jiaqi!!'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-4831709874894217042</id><published>2008-12-07T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:44:08.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo days..Day 43</title><content type='html'>oh!! today went shopping!! bought quite afew things.. at least gotten a membership also.. spent more than .. eh.. cant say how much I hav spent.. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, still hav enough to pamper myself lahhs.. whhoo!! nw the time is 2343!! 18 more mins!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-4831709874894217042?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4831709874894217042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=4831709874894217042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/4831709874894217042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/4831709874894217042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-year-end-holidays-08emo_07.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo days..Day 43'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-369693641699285422</id><published>2008-12-06T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:15:31.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo days..Day 42</title><content type='html'>oh!!  went out in the aftn to watch Boltz! it was a nice movie.. It was touching in the end.. almost cried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to movie that time took train.. den the train reached simei le.. den didnt open door.. den aft awhile.. it reverses.. Wow!! first time ever in my life!! A train goes reverse!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den keep on jerking so badly lah.. den till once.. it jerked up.. and I splatted afew words out.. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm.. can scold de.. the train driver was new I guess? den keep on saying move to the center at every station.. feel so lik plucking out all the speakers and going to the cabin and knock the door down and wack that driver up!! its so irritating!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, aft movie..trained back to Tampines.. lucky train didnt jerk.. if not I will .. yea.. you know.. as wad I hav jus said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den reach Tampines le..bused to Tmart..had dinner.. bused home..showered..on9 till nw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr everything hav to do at once!! today didnt shop.. nahhs..getting sick le.. gahhss!! nvm.. I can sacrifice mine health for her.. hmm.. mayb, had been staying up late these few days bah? nvm! tmr will get well de!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr!! I love her!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-369693641699285422?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/369693641699285422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=369693641699285422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/369693641699285422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/369693641699285422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-year-end-holidays-08emo_06.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo days..Day 42'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-229503195745255622</id><published>2008-12-05T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:51:46.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo days..Day 41</title><content type='html'>oh..rotting almost whole day..!! didnt go shop..=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus morning on9 till 3plus.. den showered..changed..and went out to do some stuffs..den bused back to near our house de market buy dinner and stuffs..den walk home.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go market that time..I thought i saw her luhss!! look alike..!! but, its not.. is stay near around mii de.. seen them before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays are real rot!! nth to do.. I LOVE HERR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-229503195745255622?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/229503195745255622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=229503195745255622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/229503195745255622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/229503195745255622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-year-end-holidays-08emo_05.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo days..Day 41'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-5655129646846213969</id><published>2008-12-04T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:05:17.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo days..Day 40..</title><content type='html'>Another rotting day!! didnt go out.. except evening went out for a short while.. its raining almost the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning woke up at around 9? den on9..all the way till 6plus.. wahh..I know very long..almost 9hrs.. onli aftn cook noodles.. den.. tv from 7 to 8..dinner.. den on9 till nw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr wish can lik that again!! but then.. have to shop!! shop all the thing.. ehh!! girl!! j*!! I love you lehh!!  I really love youu!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-5655129646846213969?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5655129646846213969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=5655129646846213969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5655129646846213969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5655129646846213969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-year-end-holidays-08emo_04.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo days..Day 40..'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-8047060092571088265</id><published>2008-12-03T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:56:27.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo days..Day 39</title><content type='html'>ohh..rotting whle day..in the evening went drama center at NLB to watch a play.. 'Snow White &amp;amp; the Seven Daufts.. nahh..don know how spell.. but it's a nice show!! funny!! one of those little children are so cute..and they learn so much of things.. Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, left Bugis at around 10plus? trained and bused back.. reached homme around 11 to 11plus..showered..on9..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr don know do wad le leh?? nvm..will hav idea de.. post tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-8047060092571088265?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8047060092571088265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=8047060092571088265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8047060092571088265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8047060092571088265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-year-end-holidays-08emo_03.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo days..Day 39'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-5615285036429996935</id><published>2008-12-02T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:17:57.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo days..Day 38</title><content type='html'>oh..rotting!! aftn onli went giant..walk walk wif friend..den bused back le.. actually wan cycle.. den rain..so did not.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den tv all the way till 6plus..shower..tv till 8..dinner.. den 8plus..on9 til nw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss herr!! and I love her too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-5615285036429996935?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5615285036429996935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=5615285036429996935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5615285036429996935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5615285036429996935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-year-end-holidays-08emo_02.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo days..Day 38'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-8360661841713336463</id><published>2008-12-01T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:23:59.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo days..Day 37</title><content type='html'>ohh.. rott!! evening went biking.. den on the way there rained..LMAO!! den stop le, anoter friend came to join us.. den went prp.. go there awhile leave le..cause, starting to rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, went back to Tampines, had a drink.. den home.. shower..tv..dinner.. on9 til nw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr going to find anoter route i guess? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pebble mei.. you're also the best meii I ever had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave your best comfort you can give to mii.. when ever I'm sad, or need your advise..you will talk to mii..tell mii all of your best views, and best advise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we quarrel.. But, I know that you didnt really meant that way.. what you did may help mii too..And you didnt even mind abt mii, misunderstanding you, and forgave mii too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really great knowing you, and having you as a mei for the past one year.. you are really..really..really.. a GREAT MEI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankss so muchh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually forgave each other lahh.. haha..but, still wan to let you know..you're the best person I' hav known..see you soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr!! Oh I lovee her!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-8360661841713336463?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8360661841713336463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=8360661841713336463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8360661841713336463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8360661841713336463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-year-end-holidays-08emo.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo days..Day 37'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-6775953029460866334</id><published>2008-11-30T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:00:42.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo days..Day 36</title><content type='html'>Rotting dayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pebble mei.. don sad le lahh.. will talk de.. wont so fast de lahh.. will last.. be happy ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I that time also lik that..afew mths, nw back to normal le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. post tmr!! I miss her!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-6775953029460866334?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6775953029460866334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=6775953029460866334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6775953029460866334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6775953029460866334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-year-end-holidays-08emo_30.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo days..Day 36'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-2261309863912710871</id><published>2008-11-29T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:59:43.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo days..Day 35</title><content type='html'>Ohhhh.. rotting day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. I miss her.. and, of course i loved her!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-2261309863912710871?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2261309863912710871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=2261309863912710871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2261309863912710871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2261309863912710871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-year-end-holidays-08emo_29.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo days..Day 35'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-7879253892165832150</id><published>2008-11-28T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:39:27.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo days..Day 34</title><content type='html'>ohh.. ha.. jus morning go sch dental.. my last dental in sec sch.. wahh.. so sadd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; den.. went near market for lunch.. and den, met friend and went expo..walk..walk..see..see..den train and bus back.. changed.. went out bike.. till 5 plus lik that.. den go back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home le.. den slack.. den.. shower.. den on9 til now.. so bored!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..welcome back pebble mei!! wahh.. take luggage le didnt sms mii back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-7879253892165832150?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7879253892165832150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=7879253892165832150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7879253892165832150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7879253892165832150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-year-end-holidays-08emo_28.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo days..Day 34'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-2414231627510921409</id><published>2008-11-27T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:10:27.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo dayss..Day 33</title><content type='html'>Rotting? not that much today..went cwp watch four Christmas! funny!! but the words they usee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr again bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!! tmr pebble mei coming back le!! yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. I miss j*!! I love you..girll..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-2414231627510921409?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2414231627510921409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=2414231627510921409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2414231627510921409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/2414231627510921409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-year-end-holidays-08emo_27.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo dayss..Day 33'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-6214909452126126347</id><published>2008-11-26T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:35:19.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo days..Day 32</title><content type='html'>Rottingg!! and I loved her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-6214909452126126347?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6214909452126126347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=6214909452126126347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6214909452126126347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6214909452126126347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-year-end-holidays-08emo_26.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo days..Day 32'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-890104605060886360</id><published>2008-11-25T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:49:25.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emoo dayys.. Day 31</title><content type='html'>Rotting ? yea.. i'm.. jus rotting.. ok, ltr going for a bike ride.. good for health at least.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and its jus another dayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glynnis!! you know wad? I know you still love ahem ahem*..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-890104605060886360?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/890104605060886360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=890104605060886360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/890104605060886360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/890104605060886360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-year-end-holidays-08emoo-dayys.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emoo dayys.. Day 31'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-7045154865274668076</id><published>2008-11-24T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:06:21.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emoo dayss..Day 30</title><content type='html'>Another rotting day.. another rotting.. jus another normal dayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh!!! I loved you!! dreamt.. dreamtt..i love thesee dreamss.. dreamss come into reality.. thats wad i belive in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okk.. so, jus rot at home.. all the way till late aftn.. and went out to bike.. and home at 6? cook dinner.. rest..shower..wash.. and on9.. till now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-7045154865274668076?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7045154865274668076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=7045154865274668076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7045154865274668076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/7045154865274668076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-year-end-holidays-08emoo_24.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emoo dayss..Day 30'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-1277698576184536819</id><published>2008-11-23T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:43:58.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emoo days..Day 29</title><content type='html'>oHh, its jus another rotting dayy.. ba..baaa.b.aa.. =.=, jus bored.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr..! I miss herr..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-1277698576184536819?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1277698576184536819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=1277698576184536819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1277698576184536819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1277698576184536819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-year-end-holidays-08emoo_23.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emoo days..Day 29'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-1474772280283313134</id><published>2008-11-22T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:49:16.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo dayys.. Day 28</title><content type='html'>oHhhhh.. rotting at homee all dayy.. dreamt of alot of weird stuffs.. and some stuff cant sayy.. =X.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. I jus miss herr!! j*! I loved you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. hi Dionne.. long time no chat.. jus chatted wif her on msn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Glynnis..! when ride bike wif mii? don say not good..if you wan..you can call your.. ahem..ahem*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-1474772280283313134?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1474772280283313134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=1474772280283313134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1474772280283313134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/1474772280283313134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-year-end-holidays-08emo-dayys.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo dayys.. Day 28'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-3472968885300627843</id><published>2008-11-21T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:33:25.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo dayss..Day 27</title><content type='html'>So boringg.. jus went to T3 and 1 today.. bored!! ok, so post tmr!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd saw jocelyn de pri1 photo!! plump plump de.. saw.. amamda, abigail yeap, isabell, qy, zy.. and alot more.. and most importantly..herr!! ha! I love herr!! she's cutee lahh!! ohh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afew of them look different from pri1..but, some of them lik amanda, abigail.. isabell .. they look the same.. I still can imagine, how did my jie, from so plump to nw de size.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, post tmr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-3472968885300627843?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3472968885300627843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=3472968885300627843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3472968885300627843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/3472968885300627843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-year-end-holidays-08emo_21.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo dayss..Day 27'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-5748128473162344396</id><published>2008-11-20T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:44:09.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidayss '08..Emoo days..Day26</title><content type='html'>rottingg..rottingg.. today.. went to 800plus there.. den when leaving for Tampines mrt.. saw sec1 de nc ppl.. kangaroo, zy, cl..all this.. den took 291..when at the back of market..also saw them.. kangaroo and zy using fone..smsing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. den sms kangaroo.. ask her why didnt see hl.. den she reply.. where you? I thought you at home packing room?  I was lik.. lol.. den she ask who am i.. I say, I leonard lahh.. =.=.. told her so many times who am i le.. den..she didnt reply le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. trained to vivo.. bought tics le.. watch.. BH, Chiwahwah.. quite a nice show.. happy..cute..exciting, cause don knoe wad will happen nxt.. sad..touching too.. cause when the dog that saved the chiwahwah, leave that time.. lik so sad lahh.. they lik, not going to see each other le.. but denn.. =X..watch yourself.. cant say.. nxt movie.. don knoe watch wad lehh.. Hmm..hav wad lehh..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so aft watching..went hav dinner..den trainined back to Tampines.. den going in train from Outram Park..so funny lahh!! cause, the light blinking le.. den door stil open..den i don knoe wan jummp in anot..den think think think.. ai yahh..jump lahh.. den another friend follow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den jus nice the door close.. close till his hand..but, he still managed to get in.. den another friend outside looking lahh.. so funny!! den, don knoe why, the door open again.. den he still stand there.. =.=.. LMAO! den ask him come in, den he come in.. ROFL! can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den reached Tampines le..went cs find friend.. den went Pasah Malam see things..and eat.. den bused home.. reach home le.. shower..rest.. den on9 at 8? till now.. Glynnis!! nahhss..I gonna link you now k? and pebble mei! how are you? and j*! i miss you and love you!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog tmrr..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-5748128473162344396?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5748128473162344396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=5748128473162344396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5748128473162344396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5748128473162344396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-year-end-holidayss-08emoo.html' title='December year-end holidayss &apos;08..Emoo days..Day26'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-5350967925771169016</id><published>2008-11-19T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:31:31.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emoo dayys..Day 25</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 4plus in the morning.. so lol.. jus nice the time pebble mei arrived at syd.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today..whole day rotting at home.. except for aftn buy lunch nia.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog tmr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-5350967925771169016?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5350967925771169016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=5350967925771169016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5350967925771169016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/5350967925771169016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-year-end-holidays-08emoo_19.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emoo dayys..Day 25'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-6979041391398567885</id><published>2008-11-18T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:13:39.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo dayss..Day 24</title><content type='html'>Woke up..7plus..slept till 830..and den..went shower..change.. and bused to shps..for dental check? ok.. reach there.. check..check.. den say..fill one.. lol.. in the end.. make a hole for mii..=.=..ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den..I go take bus one round.. den went near house hav breakfast and lunch.. and walk home.. shower.changed..and bused to L.va house..the both lifts all no light one can? lift spoilt.. nvm. still can take.. mayb they budget..save electric..off lights.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, watch video.. see games.. till 3plus? den, went take bus opp..  lol.. nw is, have lights.. but, no vendilation.. nvm.. so, walked to bus stop..and bused 27 all the way to airport..cause, peble mei, going overseas today..so go see her.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, reached le.. went hav..early dinner? den get water.. den go up to see, which place best to see mei.. hmmm..so..walk here..walk there.. den try left, departure hall one.. went up.. the micky mouse at there.. lol.. so, no place.. nvm, went up first.. see plane.. still early.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause she 5plus leave home mahh..den onli lik..4plus? 45 mins to go.. so, I sit down.. and see plane lo.. den look back.. Aaa!! behind jus nice, departure hall come in can see le.. ok! camp here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. rest and see plane lo..all the B772s, 3s, ers,  B744, A330s, A320, B737s, bla bla bla.. ok, den saw police.. they walk here..walk there.. den walk pass.. den don knoe walk where again.. den awhile more.. a bigger group.. lik 5? den they go see a man sleeping there de.. den nth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft that.....they walk..walk ..walk.. Walk to mii!! they come ask mii.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad am i doing here..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den I say..oh.. waiting for friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den they say.. where is your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i say.. oh..she's coming..&lt;br /&gt; den, they ask.. can I have your ic..? sry eh..it's jus a normal routine check..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. gave them ic.. den they check..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den one of them ask again.. oh..wad time her flight is arriving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, i say..no..is departing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den he say..ohh.. departing..departing..  okok.. wait eh.. we check awhile.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I was lik..  OM.. wad I do seh? den they lik, see my ic..den talk on wakie-talkie.. lik, seeing if, i hav do anything wrong anot.. den if hav.. they bla bla bla.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den when, they waiting for a reply that time.. I was lik, trying to listen lahhs.. scary cannn..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, check le.. den, they write down my ic no. and name bahhs? den return to mii.. he sayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..nth wrong..thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den I say.. oh.. ok..thank you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhh..luckyy.. den, I smsed mei.. she say come out of house le.. den I say okok.. den, around 10 mins more.. went to anoter place..near lift there.. wait.. den awhile.. saw a cab come.. around 5 ppl come down.. saw her bro.. pushing trolley..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, come in le.. den, I lik, see one wearing while one.. look lik pebble mei lahh!! den the sis..broo..all this..den mei smsed mi..say, she reach le.. den i say.. i knoee.. den asked if she's wearing white..den she say, yess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den ask , where am i.. den I say..yeahh!! saw you!! I winn!! oh. at third floor lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh!! saw you..!!den she say..where you?? cant see.. den I tell her..come in departure can see le.. den, ahiwl more.. she say.. going in le.. den, I saw her..carrying her sis.. den pointing..inside..and looking around.. for mii..LMAO!! I hide a little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den walked to where I sit jus now..around there..  den wait for her..  ok, came in le.. her bro..stuck there.. den nid go counter..cause its, self, check in counter mahh..den aft that..ok le..she walk out.. den she saw mii.. her head point to mii..cause her coursin ask.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ps lah..den walked away to the see plane there.. den walk baCk again.. see herr.. wahh..still looking up.. she say..saw mii le..  wahhh..pspsps.. ask her wave..she say, cant, cause ltr her bro they all see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. I went down.. departure hall there.. see her.. she went in take photo i think? den I say.. I leave le.. going to other terminal.. den ltr before flight den sms.. she say, didnt see her face closer.. I say.. go departure lounges lahh..so can see le.. aft that, I went T1? jus walk around..buy one bread and bused 27 to before staduim.. den walk to stadium there.. and bus 293 all the way back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home.. rest..tv..shower.. on9 til now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pebble mei..!!play fun, fun de ehh.. see you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Glynnis.. I will link you up tmr.. ps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post tmrr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-6979041391398567885?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6979041391398567885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=6979041391398567885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6979041391398567885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/6979041391398567885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-year-end-holidays-08emo_18.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo dayss..Day 24'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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-23803078.post-8333608402121032385</id><published>2008-11-17T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:11:51.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December year-end holidays '08..Emo dayys..Day 22 and 23</title><content type='html'>ytd was..pissed off..don talk abt that..it was jus a performance onli.. wad for such a fuss? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todayy..windsurfing.. same..wake up at 5 plus.. out at 630..reached at 650.. went Cheers.. I press for warm milo.. den come out is warm plain water..=.=..den ask..they say spoilt.. lol lahh.. out of order don know how paste properly..onli paste at coffee onli.. Milo and Tea didnt paste.. lik that, how ppl knoe? lol lahh.. den I bought pink dolphin instead.. morning was colddd.. so, that's why I wan milo..lazy buy coffee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den trained and busesd to TMFT..reached there at 7plus? den walked to SSC..reached at almost 8..den slack..and walk around.. getting warmer le..so, nid go change.. talk abt my friend de two ppl..=.=..he don knoe choose who better, so ask mii.. so i say lo.. den change le, go out slack again.. den one orange car come.. ok..its instructor's car..den my friend say no.. den come out le.. it is lahh.. yeah!! i win!! humph! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den she take out things, put outside office.. den go park.. den we went up, put out things, den go out to push board..instructor say v.good..go help pushh.. den push..come back.. for briefing.. den take Terioy test.. actuallly is 30..passing is 25.. den less ppl pass.. so lower till 20.. I get 19.. de I check le.. one question amrk wrong!! den I ask teacher help mii mark.. my friend mark on of the st. A, girl de.. hand writing so nicee..!!he don let mii mark..nvm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..I pass Terioy!! still hav pratical..ok, den go take sail out.. den take board down.. den go sail le.. hmm..sail quite fast lahh..on the run.. den go out.. den make turn.. den hav storm again..=.= .. diffcult to go back lo.. on the run is fastest de.. den if pull to left side.. is super fast!! but, I can hold on to it.. so, keep falling.. den I get dwn and swim.. to shore le..den pull back.. den, help everyone.. so fun lahh.. ok, den bring up and put..go rest, eat, drink till 100plus.. cant hav other drink.. onli 100plus..actually wan lemon barley at first de..den. ok lo..nvm.. good for health..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gave 5bucks for change.. den auntie return four.. den I say..huh.? why four? she say, I thoguht you gave 5? den.. I think..think.. yah hor!! I gave 5!! psps..T.T.. I blur..blur de.. ok, den go eat..snacks? den eat instructor de cake..nicee..brrr..still coldd..from the wind..should not hav spray water jus nw.. we, all before eat go oush all the shower head in the middle..den all press.. wahh..lik so suang lahh.. shiok! lik spa.. Another instructor also came in.. den say..wahh..nicee lo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, den go eat.. den , sit downn.. yeahh..warm le..the seat is warmer.. den all come sit.. aft awhile.. one person say.. A..! don knoe who(name), you scared you cant swim is it? afraid here flood eh? den everybody all laugh.. funny lahh.. ok.. den drank 100plus..milo.. ok, time to go out sial again.. den bring down.. and out le.. ok, same.. this time stay arund starting point..den,, I first few turn can de.. den keep drifted.. den get tolled lik 3times? All is the instructor and Van toll de.. den on the first time, she as mii wan drink anot? the milo.. den i say don wan.. den the instructor give the cheeky face..!! humphhhh!!! fine!! I see you small, don fight wif you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the last time I request go starting point.. the boat ride fun lah.. ok, den I go the pink de..one round.. yeah!! ok, den go starting point.. last race.. den, afew of us already pass starting point le, den Ms Tan(Instructor) ask us to come back.. =.=, she initially say start of near can de luhh.. if not, i would hav go pass and get back first few le.. nvmmm!!!ok, den, turn back..den turn again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, more diffcult le.. den get more further and furter..den ok, return to shore le.. Ms Tan come toll mii back.. she toll more faster lo..will jump de..nicee!! not lik another one..=X, den she ask mii sail back.. ok, den i try, still cant.. den swim back..till Van they all come.. yeah!! another toll.. so total, plus Ms Tan de, I will have 5 tolls le.. most tolls ever in one day.. so toll back le.. the rest swim back.. den go out up..help..washh all this.. den showerr.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yahh.. I rmb one more time, hav to come up from the sand there de.cause one tree fall.. the Instructor ask mii to pull Van up lahh..wthh..nvm!, ok, den shower..brief.. I lik, almost 'top'..hav two girls no marks..cause half way aft storm, they go off le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ok, nxt one is 19 Dec.. 2plus to 5.. that one is other class de.. but, we still can come for free saill.. so will go then.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk to TMFT..hav stray dogs..some are cutee.. they see us..they run..cute one lahh.. den wave to them..some wan come..the other run.. cause because more ppl bah..? ok, trained to Simei, LJS..den go EP walk walk..trained back..and buseed back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shower..wash.. on9 till now.. quite tired..and become more tann!! nw, still hav the strong waves de feelings.. Wave-lagged? =.=..still rmb one time, do sausage.. on the run, no wind.. I almost slept can..? that was a good, relaxing one.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, post tmr.. pebble mei!! take care!! see ya..enjoy your trip!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23803078-8333608402121032385?l=fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8333608402121032385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23803078&amp;postID=8333608402121032385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8333608402121032385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23803078/posts/default/8333608402121032385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fondmemoriesofmy-lifestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/december-year-end-holidays-08emo_17.html' title='December year-end holidays &apos;08..Emo dayys..Day 22 and 23'/><author><name>my memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164505754680673521</uri><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>
