<?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-33215463</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:20:46.500+08:00</updated><category term='Anti-lian'/><title type='text'>crownismine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-1671396992349975309</id><published>2007-04-22T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T04:21:15.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;SHIFTED. Bye.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-1671396992349975309?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1671396992349975309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=1671396992349975309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1671396992349975309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1671396992349975309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/shifted.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-8259909245452874085</id><published>2007-04-22T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T03:01:00.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is not going well. Not only school but some other matters. I think i shall shut down this blog soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-8259909245452874085?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8259909245452874085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=8259909245452874085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/8259909245452874085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/8259909245452874085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-is-not-going-well.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-570418597358509883</id><published>2007-04-22T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T01:47:38.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FEEL LIKE CRAP OKAY. I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE. I CANNOT I CANNOT I CANNOT. I SERIOUSLY CANNOT. WHATS WRONG WITH ME. I DONT KNOW OK. I'M NOT BEING EMO OR WHATEVER. I JUST CANNOT TAKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met kels before work and had dinner at sakae &amp;amp; ended up being late. We went damn high. But suddenly during work, just the thought of something made my mood crash. AND I EMBARRASSED MYSELF. I was looking somewhere else while opening the glass door, i pushed it and it was opened okay. But i walked and banged into the other one beside it. There were so many customers outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ANYWAY, I'M STILL FEELING LIKE CRAP. DENYSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shall go talk to her now. I dont know why but i feel comfortable confiding to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0146am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-570418597358509883?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/570418597358509883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=570418597358509883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/570418597358509883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/570418597358509883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-feel-like-crap-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-4338595565028865767</id><published>2007-04-20T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T01:30:45.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EDIT- 2215pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Cindy after the dragon boating. Omg i cant believe she actually stayed there for so damn long. Left home not long after i settled down in my nicey nicey sofa. Hahaha but it's okay man! Walked around tm and we met a few weird people. He came by and we chatted for a while and we went our own ways. Went back to tp to check out the Jam &amp; Hop session. Lame. We just slacked around and talked to ppl. Was fucking tired okay, so we went home. &amp;amp; i walked all the way from sch to Changi Hospital. I wanted to walk home ok! But my legs was really hurting so i just hopped on the bus. Bah, i'm not feeling good at all. Fucking pissed &amp; everything. I hate everything. Every single thing that's happening now. I just want to seriously concentrate on my studies. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of trying to make time for us when you dont even appreciate it. Each time i tell myself to stop trying, but i still did in the end. I, wont try anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, day2 of orientation &amp;amp; i was totally shag luh. Nisha &amp; i just zao at the sports complex. It's seriously a waste of time. We walked around &amp;amp; went to the engineering side to chat with kevin. He's fugging enthu luh. So unlike of him. Haha. And sammy spotted us! Omg, i couldnt regconised him. Not that he looked different but out of a sudden in the midst of the purple shirts guys, someone turned and waved. I got quite high when i saw him. Haha. I like to meet people i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anw, my class have bonded tgt in a way but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, shag, everything. Havent met him nor have a proper conversation with him for quite some while. Oh well. Byeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-4338595565028865767?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4338595565028865767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=4338595565028865767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4338595565028865767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4338595565028865767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-tired-of-trying-to-make-time-for-us.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-788147616217723175</id><published>2007-04-19T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T01:30:12.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My class? &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Nevermind, 1year. I must get into Marketing. And MR WANG KAILUN; you need not worry because there's not any one guy that can make me melt. So now, worry about yourself yeah, 26 girls in a class of 40. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement's in the same class as denyse, and we were thinking that since we're of different schools, there might be a chance of getting into the same one, yet.. Sigh. Anw, after orientation, we saw meichin. Omg she's so pretty now &amp; she's in BSG also. Damn it luhh, why not in same class. -.- Cindy &amp;amp; i went tm for a short while &amp; i cabbed home. Quarrelled with that mom again. Damn it. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS; DONT INTERFERE IN WHAT I DO OKAY. SO WHAT IF YOU'RE MOTHER. A MOTHER DOES NOT USE MONEY TO THREATEN HER OWN DAUGHTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I prefer my godmother. At least she talks sense into me, not the way that mom does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of want school to start instead of all these orientation. Hello? I'm going there to study, not cheer. But the mass dance was pretty fun, THAT'S ALL that interest me for the whole orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2025pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-788147616217723175?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/788147616217723175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=788147616217723175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/788147616217723175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/788147616217723175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-class-dont-even-talk-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-4732932572777832799</id><published>2007-04-18T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:25:06.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wait for you outside your school tmr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Dont want! I go your house find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to go out. I meet you there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Dont want! I find you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; What's wrong. Afraid to be seen with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: It's not. I go find you okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or you dont want your classmates know you've a gf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: I DONT WANT YOU TO COME CAUSE ITE GOT A LOT OF GUYS OUTSIDE. I DONT LIKE IT OK! STUPID MAKE ME SAY. So i go find you instead okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And in the end, i didnt go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, we had a tiff again. I'm tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met mom and had dinner at cartel. When i was at singtel, she went shopping WITHOUT ME! I was so pissed and when i spotted her at Charles And Keith, I simply took a random pair of slippers and made her pay. And she bought me 2 tops at Edc. &lt;3 She kept saying it's so normal and not worth the price for one of the tops but i like it luh. It's the quality man, not the design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i were suppose to have a haircut but she pushed it back to another day. ): I wanna have a haircut desperately. My fringe is getting long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anw, for him, school has started for 3 days and for ONLY 3 DAYS, ppl mistook him and a girl being couples. I believe they must have did something or else WHY would ppl suspect. Look, it's only 3days okay. Wtf? Anw, this is not the reason why we had a tiff. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation tmr. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2322pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-4732932572777832799?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4732932572777832799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=4732932572777832799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4732932572777832799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4732932572777832799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-i-wait-for-you-outside-your-school.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-1816126646279664780</id><published>2007-04-18T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:56:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WORK!&lt;/span&gt; No supervisor today so Alicia took in charge for the first time and there was a blackout. Hahahahaa so funny. And it was full house at that point of time. It just rocks with her luh. She's so nice and everything. We could eat anything openly. And so, Eteng made fondue! Kels and i chiong to the back. (: AHHHHH I LOVE IT. :D  Love love love. Did cashier mostly today &amp; i like it. So, i was supposed to end work at 11pm but i DONT WANT TO GO HOME EARLY. So i just stayed on. Peifeng came back and damn it luh, i had to leave. She came to me but her voice is too "soft" so yeah, even if she is scolding me, i cant tell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to walk quite a long way home and i was freakingly freaked out when i had to walk this quiet lane. I ran all the way home from there. &lt;em&gt;Luckily no one saw. &lt;/em&gt;-.- My mom gave me this siren thingy in case anything happens BUT, i'm no scared of ppl kidnaping me or raping me but scared of ____. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legggg hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1256am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-1816126646279664780?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1816126646279664780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=1816126646279664780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1816126646279664780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1816126646279664780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/work-no-supervisor-today-so-alicia-took.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-3778730326956065828</id><published>2007-04-17T02:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T02:41:35.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS YOU LIKE FUCK OKAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-3778730326956065828?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3778730326956065828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3778730326956065828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3778730326956065828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3778730326956065828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-miss-you-like-fuck-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-8095497217457340601</id><published>2007-04-17T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:51:55.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met kels and she accompanied me to tp to pass some stuff. Tm next and we went to Genki sushi, BUT, the rotating thingy wasnt working. So the great kels suggested i pretend to talk on the phone with &lt;em&gt;nobody &lt;/em&gt;about changing destination. Haha. So we settled at Sakae. (: Met him and shunlai after food and headed for work. We wanted to take a bus, BUT, we would be late AGAIN. So, we took a cab and whoah, the amount is so -.-. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;i LOVE WORK TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;! Kels and i went damn darn high. And! We ate a lot! Each time Peifeng steps out, we would start eating. We would plan which icecream we want before hand and tell lloyd. Once she's out, he scoops them. (: Then the biscuits, waffles and bahhh, everything. I LOVE IT. :D AHHHHHHHH I'M DAMN HIGH NOW. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KELSEYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;! And Sammy agrees to replace me on wed! Though i like the ppl working, but, i wanna spend time with him luh. Okay, maybe i wanna work. It's all guys, so it's quite slack for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work ended early. Look, it's only 0115am now. I dont like it. I prefer to be home at 3am. Nevemind. Hungry hungry. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054076741687134802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RiOwBNfTSlI/AAAAAAAAAVc/g6eJwt2-Nh0/s320/sakae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0119am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-8095497217457340601?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8095497217457340601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=8095497217457340601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/8095497217457340601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/8095497217457340601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/met-kels-and-she-accompanied-me-to-tp.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RiOwBNfTSlI/AAAAAAAAAVc/g6eJwt2-Nh0/s72-c/sakae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-6454969947701170658</id><published>2007-04-15T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T13:47:00.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;denyse, cindy, darling, jimmy&lt;/span&gt;; Thankyou so much lovelies.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working straight this four nights. Orientation after that for 2 days and then work again on sat. I love it. Cause, i wont see my mother for one whole week. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1347pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6454969947701170658?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6454969947701170658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6454969947701170658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6454969947701170658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6454969947701170658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-denyse-cindy-darling-jimmy-thankyou.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-9200497094940095036</id><published>2007-04-14T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:37:08.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel horrible. I want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-9200497094940095036?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/9200497094940095036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=9200497094940095036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/9200497094940095036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/9200497094940095036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-feel-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-6863748862046391441</id><published>2007-04-14T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:51:55.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No camp. No movie. No nice dinner, but just this. And it was enough. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053171190782446146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RiB4bNfTSkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NofSeooy3pM/s400/one+year+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy one year again love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed over at his house for 2days and damn it, if i were to stay on longer, i would be a fatty bom bom. The first night at around 2am plus, Severin offered to treat macs, so we ordered. Not long, his mom came home with more food, so we ate. And when macs came, we ate somemore. The 2nd night, i cooked omelettes for jerr and him. It failed so i fried another one. Okay, all i can rmber is that we ate non-stop. I can never ever live with guys. I just cannot resist food. And we caught the movie, The Reaping. It's a really good show. Just that till now, i dont understand the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good talk with him yesterday night. Left to me thinking, a lot. But dear, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, going out with Jimmy soon. Tada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1442pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6863748862046391441?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6863748862046391441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6863748862046391441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6863748862046391441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6863748862046391441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RiB4bNfTSkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NofSeooy3pM/s72-c/one+year+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-6389067126000469741</id><published>2007-04-12T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:49:17.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE STUPID RAIN SPOILT ALL OUR PLANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6389067126000469741?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6389067126000469741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6389067126000469741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6389067126000469741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6389067126000469741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/stupid-rain-spoilt-all-our-plans-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-2759462285209148647</id><published>2007-04-12T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T03:37:53.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR DEAR!  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you i love you i love you luhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, nisha came by my house and we slacked before going to tm to get some stuff. Came back home and she stayed over. (: She did A LOT for me and really girl, i appreciate every single thing you've done, for 2whole years and more. I dont think i can survive without you. Now, she's sleeping beside me and i'm writing about her. Haha. Love you babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg it's exactly 0333am now. Okay i HATE this time. Nevermind. So, camping with him at eastcoast later! I'm kinda excited. :D It's so fun luh. Camp camp camp. But i'm scared that i might be a meal to mosquitos. -.- And, what can we do! Seriously i dont even know what we can do. But camping is the only way i could think of to make this oneyear special in a way. HOW. WHAT TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0337am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-2759462285209148647?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2759462285209148647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=2759462285209148647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2759462285209148647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2759462285209148647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-one-year-dear-i-love-you-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-10221756444938262</id><published>2007-04-11T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T02:16:50.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YOU, &lt;/strong&gt;yes &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; ARE SUCH A FUCKING BASTARD. (: But nevermind luh, since you're born one, then, haha. Too bad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0205am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-10221756444938262?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/10221756444938262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=10221756444938262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/10221756444938262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/10221756444938262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-i-think-about-it-more-i-get-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-1858666015530504377</id><published>2007-04-10T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:28:34.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY TOP ARRIVED IN THE MAIL TODAY!&lt;/span&gt; HAPPY. At least it gain my interest back to online shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that asshole faked that he've got a headache so that i would go down. I cabbed there immediately, he was using the com, turned, looked at me, and gave me that grin. Nevermind, i had much entertainment over there. At least the really sick kevin appreciates my medicine. And i saw him in his sexy boxers. Omgah so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my godmother house and she told me we're going CS to eat. I should have just stayed at his house. But, she started telling me all her unhappy stuff. When she broke into tears, i felt like just hugging her and telling her i love her. But, pride has stopped me. What's wrong with you amanda. Fuck it. Anyhow, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's Place and then, popular to get pens for school. I know one is enough. But since my mom was there also, obviously i took dozens. She hardly pays anything for me. So since she's willing today, i must make use of this chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go back to Sg so badly cause it's yoyo's last day and he's going back to his country. And they were telling me "got &lt;strong&gt;cake&lt;/strong&gt; got &lt;strong&gt;cake&lt;/strong&gt;". Grrr my favourite okay! But, i had to follow the car. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2228pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-1858666015530504377?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1858666015530504377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=1858666015530504377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1858666015530504377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1858666015530504377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-top-arrived-in-mail-today-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-5146880736079869135</id><published>2007-04-10T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:32:08.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, during work, jiewei called and told me what she saw. She was expecting me to flare. But nah, i had a good laugh instead. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over to my house in the afternoon and we had pasta for lunch. Did our couple jam and he sent me off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were so much icecream left! I ate until i couldnt taste a difference in any. -.- And so, we had our Lesbian and Gays talk. Alicia and i were fighting against Lloryd cause he insist that gays are much better than lesbians. Like totally not. I cant imagine 2 guys touching eachother. Omg sick. Uncle taxi came and wheeeee. Home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Timecheck 0201am&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-5146880736079869135?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5146880736079869135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=5146880736079869135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5146880736079869135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5146880736079869135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-during-work-jiewei-called-and-told.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-590604750131553808</id><published>2007-04-09T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T01:24:50.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jamming with denyse and i sucked man. She's good. Nevermind, lets keep training tgt and go play rf okay! Set! Byeee. Off to jam with her now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-590604750131553808?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/590604750131553808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=590604750131553808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/590604750131553808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/590604750131553808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/jamming-with-denyse-and-i-sucked-man.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-6018537470906241618</id><published>2007-04-08T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:27:41.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omfg. Someone's blog is &lt;em&gt;so close &lt;/em&gt;to being the same as mine. *&lt;em&gt;rolls eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6018537470906241618?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6018537470906241618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6018537470906241618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6018537470906241618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6018537470906241618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/omfg.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-5542140778196100295</id><published>2007-04-08T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T06:35:18.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH. Just got home. Time check; 0528am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing i saw when i came online was this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XIAOYU! sent 4/7/2007 9:14 PM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ALMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XIAOYU! sent 4/7/2007 9:14 PM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XIAOYU! sent 4/7/2007 9:14 PM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MIMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XIAOYU! sent 4/7/2007 9:14 PM :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AL AL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XIAOYU! sent 4/7/2007 9:14 PM :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XIAOYU! sent 4/7/2007 9:14 PM&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;LL MI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XIAOYU! sent 4/7/2007 9:14 PM :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XIAOYU! sent 4/7/2007 9:14 PM :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I AM HIGIH OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahhahahaa. Fugging funny. I read it out loud to him and he thought i was singing a song. Ahahahahhaha. Anyway, in the end, i didnt go out for any dinner but i went for &lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;. Jimmy called and insist with his own methods that i go work straight away. The only reason i agreed was because if i went, me, nisha and kelsey would be tgt for the first time. And furthermore, Jimmy was working. So why not. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So darn busy luh. And a customer left a 30 over dollars tip okay! Omg. But he's a mad guy. When i say mad, it means lunatic. Really mad. Siao ding tong you know? Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha left at 11 and four of us stayed back for closing. E-teng made waffles! Omg with chocolate and maple sauce. Tasted heavenly. Mom came and she said to go for a movie, so i left at 2am sharp. I seriously thought it was a movie but suddenly, my godma give me a amulet. And i knew something was not right. We went to a cemetry for fuck's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm damn darn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Denyse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; YES I jam! Haha. But i havent been practicing for quite some while. Nevermind, lets challenge! How about Canon in D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; Haha but i love to hear your nags! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jiewei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; I know i know. Meet soon okay you bitch! Lol i love you luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Sherri, Farhah and Sarah, thank you. (: I'm fine already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0542am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-5542140778196100295?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5542140778196100295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=5542140778196100295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5542140778196100295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5542140778196100295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/hahahhahahahhahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-9657446454132208</id><published>2007-04-07T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T15:37:31.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was supposed to go out with ex-colleagues today but i woke up late. So yeah, i didnt go. So it's either i meet them for dinner or i go with my parents and eat good food. Bah what a choice. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. But i feel like a bitch in the past. Damn it, i must change. I WANT to change. Okay that's it. I'm gonna change from now on. Starting from my attitude. There's only 4 people in this world who know me inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nisha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jiewei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yvonne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; change! And i've given nisha the role of scolding me whenever i start my thing. So yes! &lt;strong&gt;GO GO GO&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-9657446454132208?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/9657446454132208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=9657446454132208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/9657446454132208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/9657446454132208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/was-supposed-to-go-out-with-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-4369097974841580126</id><published>2007-04-06T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:20:45.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm STRONG again! :D Mwahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nisha&lt;/strong&gt;; Thankyou for waking up at 5am just to hear me talk. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelsey&lt;/strong&gt;; Thankyou for the little drawings and encouragement you gave me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denyse&lt;/strong&gt;; Thankyou for caring! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Melissa&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;em&gt;Girl, you've no idea how much i'm thankful. The powerpoint was the sweetest thing ever. Muacks i love you luh. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Holland Village Haagen Daz and R was working. He started D-siaoing me and he told the cashierboy to give me discount. (: Yayness, he rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting nisha dearest now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2220pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-4369097974841580126?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4369097974841580126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=4369097974841580126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4369097974841580126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4369097974841580126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-strong-again-d-mwahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-8775946804064597097</id><published>2007-04-06T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T06:40:10.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust; is crucial in a relationship. I trusted you. While you're out there enjoying, i planned a surprise for you later, to cook your favourite food. My mom bought tiramisu, i cut a slice for you nicely in box and planned to tell you the story behind the name. I thought of &lt;em&gt;every single&lt;/em&gt; ways we could do to spend our one year, and i waited for you to be home patiently. And you lied, &lt;em&gt;again and again.&lt;/em&gt; Clarence wang kailun, you lied. &lt;strong&gt;You &lt;/strong&gt;lied. And i trusted you to the very end. And you still lied. Everyone knew, and i was the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont drink. I hate drinking. But it was the only way i could drown myself. It didnt taste so bad after all, cause i felt so, shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0556am&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-8775946804064597097?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8775946804064597097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=8775946804064597097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/8775946804064597097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/8775946804064597097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/trust-is-crucial-in-relationship.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-7032908604771274973</id><published>2007-04-05T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:13:03.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANT THAT RED CABINET FROM IKEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But mommy said we're might be moving house, so it would be troublesome when we move. ): But i want it. It's one of the things to make my room complete. Speaking of moving house; Firstly, i dont wanna move cause nisha's hse near mine and, i'll miss my balcony. BUT, i want a new environment. Then i can have my walls painted red. HOW. Talked to my mom's bf and he said we could move to somewhere near nisha's hse if i want. And i'm eyeing on the half built condo beside the MRT station. Mwahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day yvonne is going Bangkok. DONT forget my stuff ah. Mwahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2310am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-7032908604771274973?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7032908604771274973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=7032908604771274973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7032908604771274973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7032908604771274973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-want-that-red-cabinet-from-ikea.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-4348347422440617883</id><published>2007-04-05T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T00:50:19.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The trip is cancelled. I was kind of looking forward cause i can shop shop shop. Urgh nevermind. Anyway i'm happy for Jimmy! He's not gonna quit HD anymore cause he found his room! It's a house with 4 master bedrooms and one of them is his. How cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1250am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-4348347422440617883?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4348347422440617883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=4348347422440617883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4348347422440617883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4348347422440617883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/trip-is-cancelled.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-2836987705912353990</id><published>2007-04-04T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:00:42.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to &lt;strong&gt;IKEA&lt;/strong&gt; again today to get the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; heartshaped carpet i saw yesterday. (: Love it. Had our lunch there as well and seriously, i LOVE the SOFT ICE-CREAM there. It's just damn nice. Everytime i go ikea, the icecream is a must. Urgh i'm missing it. His house next and we watched, "The night in the museum". Nice show. Kevin came and we just lazed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL tmr. It's too last minute so nisha couldnt come. But nevermind. Taiwan this coming June babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear; bu yao luan gao ah. I'll be back on sat. &lt;s&gt;Dont&lt;/s&gt; Must miss me okay. Love you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-2836987705912353990?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2836987705912353990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=2836987705912353990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2836987705912353990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2836987705912353990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-to-ikea-again-today-to-get-red.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-2838022078300140575</id><published>2007-04-03T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:51:55.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ikea and Giant with him today! And sherri, regarding your entry about Giant, i kinda disagree. You cant blame ppl for going to Giant with no purpose! Blame it on Singapore for being too small. That's why people like me goes to such places to waste time. (: Hahahhaha what crap. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;He said he looked ugly.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049187455611243122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RhJRPTgRCnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/5D3TGTmWQx4/s320/Photo0212+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049189023274306178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RhJSqjgRCoI/AAAAAAAAAVE/M1xlYesaQ14/s400/IKEA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was intending to just bring a pen for poly. But i saw this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;minnie mouse pencil box and i just had to get it. It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; like hello! Omg. And so, he kept reminding me that i'm in a Business Course, but so what! Business course then cannot use minnie mouse pencil box MEH! Wahahahahah. I dont care! I'm just gonna be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Dinie gave me this soccer jersey today. (: Thank you so much. I like it, a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049187240862878290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RhJRCzgRClI/AAAAAAAAAUs/MEYrOy0O8Oc/s200/Photo0244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And, i wanna move to LJ, but i heard the html codings are kinda complicated. ): And i suck at that. How!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2113pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-2838022078300140575?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2838022078300140575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=2838022078300140575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2838022078300140575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2838022078300140575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/ikea-and-giant-with-him-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RhJRPTgRCnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/5D3TGTmWQx4/s72-c/Photo0212+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-4818102603368051507</id><published>2007-04-03T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:51:56.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;OFF WE GO TO WORK! TIME CHECK 1845PM.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048898863873722946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RhFKxDgRCkI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JTHCUJTBJu4/s200/Photo0190+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TODAY, I SHALL BRING YOU ON A TOUR AROUND HAAGEN DAZ, SPRING VIEW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048891957566310866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RhFEfDgRCdI/AAAAAAAAATs/sgf0ARoGLnQ/s320/Photo0197+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048892176609642978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RhFErzgRCeI/AAAAAAAAAT0/-zTHR2L29tA/s320/Photo0201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048892365588204018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RhFE2zgRCfI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZJw56VVYlqo/s320/Photo0202+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048892618991274498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RhFFFjgRCgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/2mnJU0Dc2aU/s320/Photo0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was bored while waiting for the taxi uncle to come. -.- &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, hell. Today's so darn busy. Kels and i were expecting lesser people today as it's a monday but we were wrong, so wrong. What's wrong with Singaporeans. Too stress ah. Must come and eat ice cream to destress. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so darn scared that tracy would scold me cause i pon work on sat. Kels was comforting me outside before entering. In the end, she didnt even scold and instead, she treated us to ice cream. Omg. She's so darn nice. We were wrong about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048893692733098514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RhFGEDgRChI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Cx9dRSuzvvY/s200/Photo0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When work was about to end, kels and i went to the back to dump 3 big bags of rubbish. 2 guys sitting at the side ran up and offered to carry it. When we walked off, they introduced themselves. -.- It was so embarrassing. When we had to throw boxes the second time, we walked one whole BIG round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tracy opened a box of CRISP SUMMBER BERRIES PRE-PACK ICE CREAM for us. It's so darn nice. (: But after eating it, i was too full to eat the waffle E-teng made. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh i'm high! Who wanna go to the clinic at mos on the 11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0213am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-4818102603368051507?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4818102603368051507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=4818102603368051507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4818102603368051507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4818102603368051507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/off-we-go-to-work-time-check-1845pm.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RhFKxDgRCkI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JTHCUJTBJu4/s72-c/Photo0190+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-3662053682383395976</id><published>2007-04-01T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:52:09.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was looking at all the aneroxic videos on You-Tube. Gosh. It's really &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; to be boney and gross to have sex with a "stick". So i decided not to lose weight. BUT then again, i came across this video. Gosh now it's really gross to have sex with someone this FAT. LOL. So i shall just mantain a healthy diet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0jIeNJVdZcc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0jIeNJVdZcc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="385" height="300"&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/33215463-3662053682383395976?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3662053682383395976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3662053682383395976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3662053682383395976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3662053682383395976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-looking-at-all-aneroxic-videos-on.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-991697180491928860</id><published>2007-03-31T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:51:57.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yvonne came to my house first and i made her wait for me for 4 hours &lt;em&gt;(Sorry!)&lt;/em&gt; before we headed to CS for our &lt;strong&gt;LATE&lt;/strong&gt; lunch at sakae. Met him and three of us went to chinatown. (: She brought me to the shop where all the little little parts are sold. Soon, Yvo left with wilson and friends and so, baby and i just walked around. I dont like chinatown. The people there are so different. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048097929782430098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rg5yUjgRCZI/AAAAAAAAATM/Qd0LU099hxE/s320/Photo0165+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048098071516350882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rg5yczgRCaI/AAAAAAAAATU/HPg00wwlw_8/s320/Photo0177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;MY FIRST CREATION!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048098174595566002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rg5yizgRCbI/AAAAAAAAATc/s0fJOAdmZk0/s320/necklace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2240pm-&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/33215463-991697180491928860?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/991697180491928860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=991697180491928860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/991697180491928860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/991697180491928860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/yvonne-came-to-my-house-first-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rg5yUjgRCZI/AAAAAAAAATM/Qd0LU099hxE/s72-c/Photo0165+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-4471282926809599308</id><published>2007-03-31T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:22:49.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOODY FUCK. OMFG. FUCK YOU BITCH. FUCK LAH. I PURCHASED SOMETHING ONLINE AND IT COST ME A WHOLE 38BUCKS. FOR AFTER 3WEEKS, I HAVE YET TO RECEIVE IT. GUESS WHAT THE GIRL TOLD ME, "OH I'M NOT RESPOSIBLE." WTF? SHE'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYGIRLIEDESIRES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONT DONT DONT ever buy anything from her. CHEAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&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/33215463-4471282926809599308?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4471282926809599308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=4471282926809599308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4471282926809599308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4471282926809599308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloody-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-7272846447353648612</id><published>2007-03-31T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:51:58.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>0247am. Just got home from work. Kels and i almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BELOVED BELOVED GODBROTHER AND TOBBY CAME&lt;/strong&gt; to visit me! I'm so darn happy. (: When work was about to end, kels and i made jimmy make us some waffles to bring home. We didnt know that one part of the toaster was spoilt. Everything was stuck and it became a mess. Jimmy had to clear up everything for us. We felt damn bad. -.- Nevermind, dont forget we owe him one kels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, simpang with MY &lt;em&gt;*ahem "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BELOVED CUTE HANDSOME GORGEOUS BOYFRIEND" &lt;/span&gt;before work. We went damn high. Omg i love you luh asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047792364334156082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rg1caTgRCTI/AAAAAAAAASc/899sWWtIAD0/s320/madness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047793738723690866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rg1dqTgRCXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Rl8q4yXFLpI/s320/hehe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047795151767931266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rg1e8jgRCYI/AAAAAAAAATE/-DdJaW-WStE/s320/BF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm so sorry love. But my fingers are really itchy. I've to post your lovely pictures. They're not ugly ok! I love them, as much as i love you. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0305am&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-7272846447353648612?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7272846447353648612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=7272846447353648612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7272846447353648612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7272846447353648612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/0247am.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rg1caTgRCTI/AAAAAAAAASc/899sWWtIAD0/s72-c/madness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-6312083869176033887</id><published>2007-03-30T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T03:01:44.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh i told myself i'm never gonna enter that website but i did again! And i saw so many pretty stuff. ): Anyone wanna buy for me? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;URGH DONT EVER GO ONLINE SHOPPING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. IT'S ADDICTIVE. MANY HAVE BEEN A VICTIM. SO DONT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6312083869176033887?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6312083869176033887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6312083869176033887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6312083869176033887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6312083869176033887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/urgh-i-told-myself-im-never-gonna-enter.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-6774548617569188967</id><published>2007-03-30T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:38:07.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to complaints of difficulties in entering my old one, i've changed my url. (: &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://almyislove.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;http://almyislove.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lol. Woke up at 2 today. Was feeling hungry but i refused to eat! So the only way to take the hunger away was to sleep! I cuddled back into my blanket and fell asleep till 6pm. Prepared and left the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being followed by a stranger for goodness sake! When i left the house, i went to sign in the gym for nisha and this man followed me all the way, out of the condo, to anglican high, to the road. Omg i was so fugging scared. Suddenly, he stopped in front of me and he spoke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man- &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Cannnnnnnnnn i erhhhhh makeeee friendssssss withhhh youuuuuu." (stammering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I stared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man- &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Justtt friendddssss onlyyyyyyy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gave him the most "WTF" look ever. Smiles and walk off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freaky but wow, i love meeting weird people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at cartel and it was alright. Havent seen beth for ages and she's still the same. After dinner, aunty daisy and elizabeth left, while sherri and i went to catch the movie, &lt;strong&gt;"The number 23." &lt;/strong&gt;The show is not nice. I sat till my butt hurts so much. Dont watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the movie started, we went to fairprice and bought snacks, drinks, etc. It was funny cause we looked so budget. But sherri put it in a better way, "&lt;em&gt;We are only buying what we really want to eat. So it doesnt matter&lt;/em&gt;!" Haha clever girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met him a while and home! Work tmr. Bahhhhh but it's with kelsey, so it's okay! I hope tracy allows her to work with me till 2am. &lt;em&gt;*Prays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1233am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6774548617569188967?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6774548617569188967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6774548617569188967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6774548617569188967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6774548617569188967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/due-to-complaints-of-difficulties-in.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-2996028887901933273</id><published>2007-03-28T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:48:40.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MWAHAHAHHA NISHA YOU CANT MOCK ME ANYMORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I know you're going Sentosa tmr and keep making me jealous but mwahahahaha. I've found plans. Mwahahahhaa you cant make me jealous alr! Mwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay retarded. Tmr's dinner with aunty daisy, sherri and elizabeth. A lot of catching up to do. I'm excited. Though i think it's kinda like a dull outing, but nonetheless, i'm still happy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nisha's &amp; Amanda's Plans! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zoo &amp;amp; night safari 3 of us, him + friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;K-BOX (we've been saying it since o's was over -.-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donut Factory! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping! Shopping! More shopping!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swimming!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are what we discussed just now. And all these includes kels as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CCA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omg i cant wait to join a cca in poly! It's so exciting. Thinking back on how i wasted 4 years at co in secondary school makes me wanna choose one that i really like now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volleyball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Squash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Badminton&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;How. I'm so stress. I think squash is fun. I've always wanted to learn that. But volleyball is fun as well. Hmmm. AND NISHA! I'M STILL THINKING ABOUT JOSH! LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay i realised it's all random stuff. Ohwells, im just blogging more to take the pain away. My tummy still hurts. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you dear!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2242pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-2996028887901933273?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2996028887901933273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=2996028887901933273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2996028887901933273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2996028887901933273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/mwahahahha-nisha-you-cant-mock-me.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-8811352443315002481</id><published>2007-03-28T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:44:14.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My tummy hurts. ): and i'm fugging bored. Nisha came by and we just slacked and re-watched dvds. Shit luh. I've no life, seriously. I need to do something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1844pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-8811352443315002481?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8811352443315002481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=8811352443315002481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/8811352443315002481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/8811352443315002481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-tummy-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-3663918737193190850</id><published>2007-03-28T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T03:38:15.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;. The following words below are just for &lt;u&gt;HIM&lt;/u&gt;. So close your eyes if it disgusts you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby, each day i only find myself loving you more. Just your presence alone makes a whole lot of difference. Your hugs and kisses are enough to make me feel secured. I know i'll be fine as long as you're beside me. I love you, so very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know why, but i find myself lost without you. Asshole luh. Have you put some spell on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i feel screwed. Damn darn screwed. No one can understand how screwed i am. I just screwed up everything. I need to screammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0334am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-3663918737193190850?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3663918737193190850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3663918737193190850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3663918737193190850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3663918737193190850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/warning.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-902301868930931606</id><published>2007-03-27T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:51:58.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole day in company of my love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046575628831026610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RgkJy-id7bI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0Rtn_l5azko/s320/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2011pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-902301868930931606?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/902301868930931606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=902301868930931606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/902301868930931606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/902301868930931606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/whole-day-in-company-of-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RgkJy-id7bI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0Rtn_l5azko/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-2870639622537861648</id><published>2007-03-27T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:30:22.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home. &lt;s&gt;Today&lt;/s&gt; Yesterday. Work. Kels and i with the same shift. I'm so tired now. I'm feel so damn common with black hair. Damn. Okay. Nights. Oh, and &lt;u&gt;Happy Birthday Derrick&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0126am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-2870639622537861648?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2870639622537861648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=2870639622537861648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2870639622537861648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2870639622537861648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/today.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-4354659370660514481</id><published>2007-03-25T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:00.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RgaUl-id7aI/AAAAAAAAASI/Nr6aMXSOiA8/s1600-h/Photo0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045883812678856098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RgaUl-id7aI/AAAAAAAAASI/Nr6aMXSOiA8/s320/Photo0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045883709599640978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RgaUf-id7ZI/AAAAAAAAASA/zszS7JqQPtU/s320/Photo0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045883451901603202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RgaUQ-id7YI/AAAAAAAAAR4/13aB2OyQwJI/s320/MINE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;AND I've &lt;strong&gt;black &lt;/strong&gt;hair now! I wanted it blue black (the black black black one), BUT, cheryl warned me. Because if i wanna colour my hair next time, bleaching is a must. So, i've just black hair. Hr said it would fade to my original colour soon. I dont want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2352pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-4354659370660514481?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4354659370660514481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=4354659370660514481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4354659370660514481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4354659370660514481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-ive-black-hair-now-i-wanted-it-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RgaUl-id7aI/AAAAAAAAASI/Nr6aMXSOiA8/s72-c/Photo0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-7336805033103332968</id><published>2007-03-25T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T14:02:49.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sleeping habit is getting worst. That's bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to go out now. But where with that pathetic money i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep throwing tantrums at him nowadays. I dont wish to but i just do. Sorry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont want to get jealous easily, but i always do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND, SHOULD I HAVE MY HAIR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BLACK?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;How. I'm so stress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-7336805033103332968?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7336805033103332968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=7336805033103332968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7336805033103332968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7336805033103332968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-so-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-3962204406979710476</id><published>2007-03-25T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T13:27:55.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0313am&lt;/span&gt; and i just got home. First day at Haagen Daz. I was so fugging scared but everything turned out alright. The job is darn slack. We could eat anything we wanted. &lt;s&gt;Today&lt;/s&gt; Yesterday being sat, was the busiest day. But, it wasnt even as tough as a monday at seoul garden. The guys there are so sweet and they'll do stuff for you, &lt;em&gt;unlike seoul garden (except for some nice ones&lt;/em&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;, the supervisor. She's so damn nice as well and she treated me really well. I like her. She made me feel home. Work ended at 2am and was supposed to stay back in the shop to party till dawn. Like wth right. They even bought &lt;strong&gt;XO&lt;/strong&gt;. I didnt, cause i was gonna meet dear for supper. Though i was damn tempted, but i wanted to see him so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper at simpang with him and he sent me home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new job, &lt;em&gt;at least for now. &lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-3962204406979710476?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3962204406979710476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3962204406979710476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3962204406979710476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3962204406979710476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-0313am-and-i-just-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-7196371773598240298</id><published>2007-03-24T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T11:44:22.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to have black hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-7196371773598240298?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7196371773598240298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=7196371773598240298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7196371773598240298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7196371773598240298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-want-to-have-black-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-4939695710250929679</id><published>2007-03-23T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T02:34:10.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDIT 1928pm-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne and i went damn high at the airport. We wanted to hold plank cards with my mom's and godma's name on it. When we saw them, we started waving like 2 mad women. I enjoyed listening to their stories at Japan. And omg, their stuff are all so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got me a number of stuff. There's this babydoll top and shorts. I dont really fancy it, BUT, i think i'll wear it cause it's all over 80. I dont wanna waste her money. But, i did rather she give me the money to pay my phone bill. Seriously, i dont understand why the expenses there are so high. These prices are &lt;em&gt;nothing &lt;/em&gt;to the teenagers there. I envy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most lovely thing she bought for me was The Samantha Thavasa bag which cost SG409. It's so pretty and i love it so much! I didnt believe she would spend so much on a bag for me (&lt;em&gt;because most of the time, she's the one forbidding me to buy bags).&lt;/em&gt; But i checked with my godma and dug out for the price tag. I just stared at it. THANK YOU MOM! She got another Burberry bag for my cousin. She said she wanted to get one for me also but she thought it was a bit old. But NO! I like it so much. And she promised she'll get someone to import it in for me! I'm so excited now. And she bought Dior stuff for me! I really wonder what has cause this big change in her. For more than half a year, i dont get a single cent from her. Now, she splurge on me like it's nothing. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner now. Love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phone rings&lt;/em&gt;. "&lt;strong&gt;LEE MEI YING. Please report to the school's office now.&lt;/strong&gt;" (&lt;em&gt;in chinese) -from the movie yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg it's so retarted. My caller id gave hongru away. He's fucking adorable. I want to go katong with him! But, meeting yvonne and then we're gonna pick them up from the airport. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1406pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-4939695710250929679?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4939695710250929679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=4939695710250929679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4939695710250929679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4939695710250929679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/phone-rings.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-1136255157336207074</id><published>2007-03-23T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T01:41:45.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was suppose to go katong for my haircut. But by the time i met him, the shop was alr going to close. So kevin, hongru, jerr, desmond, him and i stayed at tamp. They wanted to accompany me to cut somewhere in cs but i refused. So embarrassing. Cutting hair is so ugly. So when they were at tm arcade, i went to cs to check the movie timing. Walked past &lt;strong&gt;STORM&lt;/strong&gt; and went in. Okay the results is so -.-. When i met them again, they couldnt tell a difference. Hongru looked at me and said, "You look better than just now, but still, cant tell that you had a haircut." Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rest didnt notice, ru and i went to Haagen Daz. Surprisingly, he treated me. He ordered 2 scoops for himself and one for myself. When the ice cream came, he had 3 instead of 2 with toppings somemore. Nevermind. And when the bill came, they only charged it at the price of 3 scoops altogether (inclusive of mine). So they actually made a mistake and mine sort of became a free scoop. That means, no more treat. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;The Haunted School&lt;/strong&gt;. And a funny incident happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin patted hongru hardly to give him a shock in the middle of the show. He got a shock and jerked. His arms rubbed mine and i screamed and hit him hard. He got a shock &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. So, that makes it 2 shocks in 10seconds. It was damn darn funny. After the show, headed to 201 for supper. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-1136255157336207074?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1136255157336207074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=1136255157336207074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1136255157336207074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1136255157336207074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/was-suppose-to-go-katong-for-my-haircut.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-3477514141851668055</id><published>2007-03-21T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T01:37:07.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDIT 0128am-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog hopping now and when i reached Xiaxue's one. Whoah. She actually talked about Esther, or in another term, &lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt;, ice angel. *&lt;em&gt;rolls eyes.&lt;/em&gt; Wow i love that post. I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last night&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was 4 people. But hongru and the rest came along. Nisha kels and i had to wait till 1am at 85 for them. &lt;em&gt;Wtf.&lt;/em&gt; I'll never forget that it was raining heavily and we were shivering like mad. -.- Headed next to the poolside at my home and they wanted to swim. So we got shorts from sha's &lt;strong&gt;brother&lt;/strong&gt;. They made a lot of noise. Played with the life guard's float and everything. I was so worried that someone might complain and the security guard would come down. But luckily, no one came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked by the pool and suddenly, it started raining again. Everyone started to crowd under the beach umbrella and waited for the show in my laptop to load. It was fugging funny. Just imagine the scene. Okay. All i can remember is that we stayed below my house and chatted till 6 in the morning. It was a fun night. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went home and so, four of us (with my bf) came up to my house and guess what. My mom's bf is watching tv with it's volume muted. He's obviously eyeing on me. Wtf. So he had to wait outside till 7plus before i can sneak him in. The process was damn scary. All i had was less than 2 mins because that man went in the rm. He could have came out anytime! Okay it was more than scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for only 4 hours and woke up to do creamy cheese pasta as planned. In the end, it turned out bad for the first time. Nisha and i were disappointed but nevermind, we learnt from it. (: Kels just continued eating it cause she couldnt taste anything weird. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong mahjong and as i was bathing, &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;, that man came home early. I expected it cause i could hear panicky feets outside. So irritating. Hate him. Went to pasir ris with him and home! Okay it's a long entry. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Byeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2245pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-3477514141851668055?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3477514141851668055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3477514141851668055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3477514141851668055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3477514141851668055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/plan-was-4-people.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-3042341549837438762</id><published>2007-03-20T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:34:19.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for medical checkup with nisha today. The whole place is practically filled with "tp-ians". Hate that place. It's like a market. I just dislike these kinda public clinics. The nurses are all so uncivilised. I rather pay more to go to a private clinic but there's none on the list. Whatever is it, it was a bad experience and i'll never ever want to receive treatment from a polyclinic. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for kels to come over, then we're gonna meet nisha and my boyfriend at night for supper at 85! Stingray stingray here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1834pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-3042341549837438762?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3042341549837438762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3042341549837438762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3042341549837438762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3042341549837438762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-for-medical-checkup-with-nisha.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-5206354626812358079</id><published>2007-03-20T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:26:31.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading my 2001 to 2005 diary and omg. I realised i was so childish last time. Actually, everyone is nice. It's just how you want to look at them. But sometimes, you cannot blame yourself if that person is really a bitch or bastard. Okay i think i should stop before i start my debate again. Anyway, writing diaries is something we should practice because now when i re-read them, i cannot help but laugh at my own retartedness. (: However, when i read the 2002 one, i felt like crying. Okay maybe diaries aren't that good after all. It makes you remember things you wanna forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0325am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-5206354626812358079?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5206354626812358079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=5206354626812358079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5206354626812358079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5206354626812358079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-reading-my-2001-to-2005-diary-and.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-7400816769654930950</id><published>2007-03-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:00.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was suppose to be my first day at Haagen Daz. Omg i was stressing so much on whether to go for it. I dont know. I just find everything so ridiculous. The uniform and everything. Urghh. In the end, i didnt go. So kels and i were thinking of some stupid excuse. She said to say my grandfather is in hospital. Haha it's so stupid lah. My grandfather died ages ago so i'm not cursing him in any way. Anyhow, i didnt use that excuse. I dont know if i still get any schedules after today though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, i need money but working life sucks, totally. My hp bill just arrived. Omg the amount is shocking. I dont understand why Singtel charges so much as compared to M1. I think i need to switch back again. Now, if i pay my bill, i wont have much money left. How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for dinner at sakae with him and yvonne. So as he was walking me to the bus stop, we chatted with this old man at the playground. His dogs are so adorable. And he was telling us about his generations and how his father is bigger than Lee Kuan Yew many years back. -.- Well, we just listened. Old man what. Must understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043644504651153618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rf6f9GEVQNI/AAAAAAAAARY/hqdJbbOzyCw/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2237pm-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-7400816769654930950?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7400816769654930950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=7400816769654930950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7400816769654930950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7400816769654930950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-was-suppose-to-be-my-first-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rf6f9GEVQNI/AAAAAAAAARY/hqdJbbOzyCw/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-6530586758398847827</id><published>2007-03-19T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:01:24.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg you're such a two-faced freak. I mean definately everyone has 2 faces but this girl really goes overboard. It freaks me out. Omg i need to say her name so ppl can beware of her. Omg. Urghhhhhhhhhhh. I need to say her name! I cannot take it. She is............................ URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1253am-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6530586758398847827?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6530586758398847827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6530586758398847827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6530586758398847827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6530586758398847827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-youre-such-two-faced-freak.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-6928667828460383323</id><published>2007-03-18T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:00.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDITED 2141pm-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL LIM WHERE ARE YOU. Can you please give me a call if you see this. We're worried girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to play badminton with dear, but in the end, i fell asleep while waiting for the sun to go down. So derr and i planned to play tennis at night but when i wanted to book the court, it's full. I want to exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;My love. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043225032375222434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rf0icmEVQKI/AAAAAAAAARA/r869Lzb3PxI/s320/18-03-07_1537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chatting with nisha's bro on msn and i cannot help but laugh at every sentence he said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"See you later. Cause i know you'll prob come by my house and disturb me again." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Guys dont scare me. Girls do."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"A hungry man is an angry man! Gonna go have my dinner!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Dont mess with me! Hehe."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay it seems like i'm obsessed with him. Mwahahaha. Obviously not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1941pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6928667828460383323?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6928667828460383323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6928667828460383323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6928667828460383323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6928667828460383323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/plan-was-to-play-badminton-with-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rf0icmEVQKI/AAAAAAAAARA/r869Lzb3PxI/s72-c/18-03-07_1537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-1248700185562001777</id><published>2007-03-18T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:53:57.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sent my mom to the airport and offff she goes to Japan. I kind of regretted not going. The first and foremost reason i rejected was because i thought he was gonna go to ns so i was thinking of spending more time with him. But now he isn't going. So, yeah. But nevermind. Because i know if i really go to Japan, it would be one whole week missing him and i might &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt;. Cannot risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Derrick came down to my house and we went for supper at 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DENYSE!&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1246am-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-1248700185562001777?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1248700185562001777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=1248700185562001777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1248700185562001777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1248700185562001777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/send-my-mom-to-airport-and-offff-she.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-5314160789060561452</id><published>2007-03-17T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:29:37.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just thinking of the conversation i had with my boyfriend some time ago as we were walking pass missha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Listen, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nisha&lt;/strong&gt; works in Missha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zora&lt;/strong&gt; works in Zara&lt;/span&gt;. Then erh, me?"&lt;br /&gt;Him- "&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda&lt;/strong&gt; works in Arenda&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Whoah. So kelsey leh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both of us went in deep thought for quite some while......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him- "OH! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KELSEY&lt;/strong&gt; WORKS IN KFC&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I just found it damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1726pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-5314160789060561452?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5314160789060561452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=5314160789060561452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5314160789060561452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5314160789060561452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-just-thinking-of-conversation-i.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-7380624840446303589</id><published>2007-03-16T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDITED- 2301pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh denyse, though it's photoshopped but just imagine a girl with messed up hair facing the com at 0308am doing this for you! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last night&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, i asked him to accompany me but he said he was tired. Then later, i said i was hungry and he came down immediately. Sometimes it's the little things you do that make me happy. Boy, you're getting there. (: And, my nano being only 3 days old, has chilli sauce and ice cream spilled on it. Omg i think it wont go far. Please dont die on me. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; the plans for today were cancelled. -.- And i actually had to postpone plans with kels for today. Grrrrr but nevermind. Like what i've said, &lt;em&gt;postponed&lt;/em&gt;. Not cancelled. Went to his house and watched Cinderella. Freaking stupid show. Luckily i didnt catch it in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met woody, sherri and val for dinner. I was supposed to stick to my "one meal per day" diet but i broke it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just imagine the sugar level and the fats i'm eating. Omg.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042541819042545810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rfq1EWEVQJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6HsR8kdKOL8/s320/16-03-07_1902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a lot of catching up. (: Back to his house and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Denyse: When i say it, i mean it. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042229914222542978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RfmZZGEVQII/AAAAAAAAAQw/WuG3_6CeonE/s320/denyse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0308am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-7380624840446303589?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7380624840446303589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=7380624840446303589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7380624840446303589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7380624840446303589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-denyse-when-i-say-it-i-mean-it.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rfq1EWEVQJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6HsR8kdKOL8/s72-c/16-03-07_1902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-3137545973758144047</id><published>2007-03-15T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:45:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bugis was packed with people today. Grrr but i still manage to buy stuff. Left the street as soon as we could cause we couldnt take it. Joann and i just hanged around at Parco and i was getting really tired so i suggested my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's lunch &amp; movie with ex-colleagues, then bbq at night at nicolette's hse. Sherri, 2 vals, tabby, charlene, felicia, adele, sarah. Okay, it has been long since i last saw them. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-3137545973758144047?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3137545973758144047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3137545973758144047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3137545973758144047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3137545973758144047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/bugis-was-packed-with-people-today.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-6166464880720213299</id><published>2007-03-14T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:12:25.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seoul Garden with him today. Ate a lot and i'm satisfied. His house next and as i was looking through his com, i saw pictures of him kissing another girl and hugging her. Turned and gave him the wtf look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's normal to hug and kiss another girl what&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Oh i see. So you wouldnt mind me doing so to derrick then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he went speechless. (: I mean yeah, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6166464880720213299?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6166464880720213299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6166464880720213299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6166464880720213299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6166464880720213299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/seoul-garden-with-him-today.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-1703282385026502863</id><published>2007-03-13T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:01.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to type. To make things short, woke up early to make him fried rice and honeywater (for his throat). I remember taking a picture of it but damn, it disappeared. Damn cute ok. Still got one heart in the centre of the rice. -.- Shared a cab with kels, she went home while i went to his house with the bian tang. (: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got our jab and went for training. So, we found out a secret about haagen daz (siglap). It's &lt;em&gt;unclean&lt;/em&gt;. Shall not say too much. It's already giving me the creeps. Went to cathay after that and slacked till 10plus before home. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nets card is faulty. I am stress. Oh and i found another friend in my course, Clement Ong. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041443406926397554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RfbOEWEVQHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PNl506A-8jU/s400/3+loves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1216am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh. And my boyfriend is not gonna go to ns for the time being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I think i'll just go to ite for one year first and move up to poly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- "I thought it's 2 years?"&lt;br /&gt;Him- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yes i know. But, the top 5 percent of the school needs only one year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, do you know how touched i was when you said that. I can tell you're really determined this time. All the way and dont ever give up! Always bear this in mind, &lt;strong&gt;top 5 percent&lt;/strong&gt; and work towards this aim. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-1703282385026502863?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1703282385026502863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=1703282385026502863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1703282385026502863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1703282385026502863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-too-lazy-to-type.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RfbOEWEVQHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PNl506A-8jU/s72-c/3+loves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-2608172934731189352</id><published>2007-03-13T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:01.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;11 MONTHS OF LOVE DEAREST. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop at town to settle &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; stuff. Then, headed down to Dhoby Ghout to settle&lt;strong&gt; mine&lt;/strong&gt; stuff. Met nisha and kels there to get our uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041084549523914818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RfWHsGEVQEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/brV1R9ZUFvQ/s320/13-03-07_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He waited for us effing long despite being very sick. I'm so sorry love. ): &lt;/p&gt;So, the four of us caught &lt;strong&gt;THE MESSENGER&lt;/strong&gt; at Ps. The storyline is almost similar to the main plot behind the show, Ju-on. He went home, and the 3 of us went to 85 for supper. They're staying over tonight. Double yayness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haagen Daz training tmr and i'm not looking forward. And guess what, we need to get a typhoid injection tmr as well. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my dearest dearest love;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please take care hubs. Looking at the way you try to put on a smile on your face despite being so sick hurts me a lot. I just want you to know this; they say 90% of those who enter army will have a failed relationship. We will be the 10%. (: I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041086581043445842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RfWJiWEVQFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WL35ZR7T9Lw/s320/muacks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;0110am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-2608172934731189352?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2608172934731189352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=2608172934731189352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2608172934731189352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2608172934731189352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/11-months-of-love-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RfWHsGEVQEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/brV1R9ZUFvQ/s72-c/13-03-07_0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-2087176522954061658</id><published>2007-03-11T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:02:14.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think some insect is fucking somewhere near me now. I can hear this damn irritating sound. Urgh it's pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got the korean horror movie, "Cinderella" today! Whoo i cant wait to watch it. (: And also, &lt;strong&gt;AKON'S KONVICTED&lt;/strong&gt;. (: I think he rocks. So i decided to get his album, and indeed, ALL his songs are nice. Tmr's our 11th month. But it's gonna be different this month. Ba and kels are gonna join us in celebration. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muacks ppl. I'm feeling happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2302pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-2087176522954061658?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2087176522954061658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=2087176522954061658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2087176522954061658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2087176522954061658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-some-insect-is-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-5159319125717756873</id><published>2007-03-10T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:22:35.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm red and ugly. My skin is burning and the feeling sucks. I'm so tired but i cant sleep. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming and tanning was fun. But the "pain" i have to go through now is horrible. A last min bbq was held at my house. So now, i'm full but i can still eat. (this explains my weight) My family is outside and i'm just hiding in my room. He's asleep on the bed like a pig. His reason for not going home was cause he wanted to see me. But, now he's sleeping. See the irony? Okay. Yawwnnns. I wanna go sleep too. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2222pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-5159319125717756873?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5159319125717756873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=5159319125717756873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5159319125717756873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5159319125717756873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-red-and-ugly_10.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-6688038220967427015</id><published>2007-03-10T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:01.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;9th MARCH 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we couldnt wake up so we cancelled the whole thing. Kels and feebie wanted to accompany me to the afternoon interview but i feel so bad. So, i got him to go with me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met him at tamp first. Shunlai came along, and his girl, esther (ice angel). -.- Headed to Dhoby Ghout. Damn. Haagen Daz's headquaters was so difficult to locate. But, shunlai went to ask around for us and all i did was just follow. Haha thanks ah. He then went to his office while my boy and i waited for my interview. After a long wait of 1hour plus, it was finally my turn. The interview goes on.... and this's a funny conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man- &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Do you know what's customer service?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man-&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; "Are you sure? You look so pai kia! Sure anot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Eh i dont look pai kia lor. And i worked in seoul garden before. I can smile ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man- &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Sure bo? I thought seoul garden ppl all so cho loi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- *&lt;em&gt;rolls eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay wtf right. But he's funny. And i got the job. Haha. So, kels nisha and i are gonna work together! At the same location somemore! Haha. So fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we met SL again and walked to bugis. OMG and again. I couldnt resist. Urgh. I looked at the remaining amt i have in my bank and my heart ache so much. I made a pact with him, to stop buying stuff for 2 weeks. Omg 2 weeks! I must perservere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left bugis at nine and couldnt decided where to go. So, we went the playground near my house. Sat at this spaceship thingy. It's like a huge and tall jail where you have to climb to the top and inside, it's like a little cage. Damn cool. They drank and played the guessing game while i laughed at SL getting drunk like an idiot. Nisha came by at around 11 and we just sat there and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today's fun. (: Tmr's gonna be better. Double dating. (: Me, him, yvo, wilson. Breakfast then swimming. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039975808011419698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RfGXS2EVQDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HrGMheXAA0s/s320/09-03-07_1410+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0111am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6688038220967427015?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6688038220967427015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6688038220967427015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6688038220967427015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6688038220967427015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-end-we-couldnt-wake-up-so-we.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RfGXS2EVQDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HrGMheXAA0s/s72-c/09-03-07_1410+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-383965838053146352</id><published>2007-03-08T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:14:21.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Town with my boy today. All i knew is that we were going there to get his pay. And i tried so hard to refrain myself from shopping. But, walking past zara and topshop changed my mindset. Damn. Stop spending lah bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm angry. How can i be so stupid to turn down the job offer by haagen daz months ago. And they called me more than twice somemore. Tmr, i'm going for another interview &lt;em&gt;again &lt;/em&gt;at haagen daz with feebie. I hope they dont have my name black listed. -.- Bless me. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2312am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-383965838053146352?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/383965838053146352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=383965838053146352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/383965838053146352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/383965838053146352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/town-with-my-boy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-1413124371175930436</id><published>2007-03-07T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:04.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stayed home today and i'm dying. Anyway, i was just looking through my pictures folder. And here's some other past pictures of three of us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039129817107591490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6V3sXG8UI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2uO74DTnafo/s320/05-07-06_2015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;playing under the rain (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039123069713969266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6Pu8XG8HI/AAAAAAAAANA/h25FoMBPPQw/s320/IMG_7482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039131960296272242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6X0cXG8XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8J8sGtOMAxE/s320/IMG_7498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039131251626668370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6XLMXG8VI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4daU8l-nNjA/s320/IMG_7503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039128412653285650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6Ul8XG8RI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/H82RiFEQjwk/s320/healthy+lifestyle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;mugging for o's&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039124126275924098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6QscXG8II/AAAAAAAAANI/tzR1uRIBU3M/s320/IMG_7522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;my surprise cake for my sweet 16 from both of them (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039140056309625314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6fLsXG8eI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Kn87r087uOQ/s320/IMG_7546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;stayovers (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039125466305720482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6R6cXG8KI/AAAAAAAAANY/TXnyuNxKj-E/s320/IMG_7620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039125582269837490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6SBMXG8LI/AAAAAAAAANg/yzQ_8q-tFG0/s320/IMG_7623.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039131513619673442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6XacXG8WI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IEGm-cKQmSg/s320/IMG_7659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;CHRISTMAS 2006&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039129546524651826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6Vn8XG8TI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JPQHK68T1wQ/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039127360386298082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6TosXG8OI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PCY2UOBmb6k/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THE RELEASE OF O'S&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039128700416094498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6U2sXG8SI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eUgIhlojGoY/s320/prints!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;LASTLY,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039139609633026514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6exsXG8dI/AAAAAAAAAPw/SZWO_OkEtuE/s320/kels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039134867989131682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6adsXG8aI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_bOgfeQnH4I/s320/nisha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039137088487223730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6ce8XG8bI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1TYVLKrFBFs/s320/amanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They, are the best gift i've ever received. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-1413124371175930436?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1413124371175930436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=1413124371175930436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1413124371175930436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1413124371175930436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/stayed-home-today-and-im-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/Re6V3sXG8UI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2uO74DTnafo/s72-c/05-07-06_2015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-8472824000101695285</id><published>2007-03-06T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:28:09.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our baked rice turned out successful. (: Went to tm to buy my stuff and we had nothing to do there, so, we headed to tp to check out the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Business School is such a boring place. The dressing of the people there is so dull. Urgh i prefer design school. Nevermind, i shall just wear what i like and not care about other's views. Anyway, i'm kinda not looking forward to poly life suddenly. I just thought about the course i'm studying and shucks. It's boring but, realistic. Came home and stared into the mirror for some time. I just cant imagine myself being a business woman. It just doesnt fit the name, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda Lee Meiying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired now. All i had was less than 2 hours of sleep. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2025pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-8472824000101695285?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8472824000101695285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=8472824000101695285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/8472824000101695285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/8472824000101695285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-baked-rice-turned-out-succesful.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-3367702594143613696</id><published>2007-03-06T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T09:40:51.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The results of your application are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted Institution: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TEMASEK POLYTECHNIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course Name: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BUSINESS/LOGISTICS &amp; OPS MGT/MKTG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Course Code: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank God? Nisha gave me a call first thing at 8am when i've just fallen asleep. We got in the same course together and 2 words to describe how i felt at that point of time, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucking happy&lt;/span&gt;." My only worry was him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. He's going army after all. I dont know. Seriously, i've no idea what am i to do without him. I am so use to having him by my side 24/7 and i just cannot accept the fact that we'll be seperated in a way or so. Lord, &lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-3367702594143613696?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3367702594143613696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3367702594143613696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3367702594143613696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3367702594143613696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/results-of-your-application-are-as.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-6606112377237067221</id><published>2007-03-05T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:18:43.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caught the show, &lt;strong&gt;Just follow law&lt;/strong&gt; today. I've heard a lot about the show so i decided to check it out and it turned out alright. Fann wong's role is funny. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my boy and i just slacked around at tm after the show. I called my mom to fetch me but in the end, her car wasnt working in the middle of sengkang. -.- Damn it. So, i had to take a bus. He piggy back me under the mrt track. This time he could carry me for a longer distance cause he said i'm lighter. I hope it isnt a lie to make me happy, cause i've been eating like a pig. How can i be lighter. Lmao. I love you lahhh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sir kelvin said i could go back to work if i want! All i need to do is just tell him when i want to work. Hmm, so now i'm thinking whether i should go back, especially after the call ma'am jo gave me an hour ago. I think she's really nice! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's the day we're gonna know where we'll be posted to! So far, i only know nisha, derrick and mel who chose the same course as me. I hope someone gets in so we can go tgt! It's best if all gets in. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting nishaaaaaaaa soon. Till then ppl. Much love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2140pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EDIT- 1200am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy ingredients for tmr's meal with nisha. I'm gonna teach her how to cook baked rice. (: Anyway, before that at my house, we were looking through friendster and came across this &lt;em&gt;girl's&lt;/em&gt; profile. Omg same angle, same position, same same same. Just the face. Bloody hell? Sha and i were first pissed. Then we laughed. It's kinda funny actually. What for getting pissed when she's the one whose getting the embarrassment. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now as we were walking, this strong gust of wind blew across me and now, i'm feeling horrible. I can feel my temperature rising. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6606112377237067221?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6606112377237067221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6606112377237067221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6606112377237067221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6606112377237067221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/caught-show-just-follow-law-today.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-8485864967995626890</id><published>2007-03-05T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:04.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;4 March 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY LAST DAY AT SEOUL GARDEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I wanna cry. I dont wanna leave. I love everyone. But it's done. I cant take back my resignation. I dont wanna gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this very last day, i'm working with almost all my favourite peeps. Dinie, sharifah, ken, hason, shahren. Seriously, my last day was spent very well with them. I hardly ever do work with ken and shahren &amp; i'm glad we got to work tgt on my last day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, work. When sj walked out of seoul garden, shahren put 2 fingers on his head. I was like huh? Shahren took 2 cups and clap it tgt, asking me to go behind. So all of us went and omg. It's like a party. Everyone started drinking and eating the food. It was fucking FUNNY. I laughed like mad. So i asked shahren what's the meaning of the "2 fingers on the head". He said, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HORNS! DEVIL TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" LOL. Omg. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when it was time was side work, Ken put me for round 3 (the easiest). Then he thought, and changed me as round 1 (the worst). Since it was my last day, he and sj said they must sabotage me. In the end, he let me chose which round i wanted. I took round 2, forgeting about the other 2 parts that goes along with it. Yoyo came and he was like, "Why you dont choose round 3!" I then realised my mistake. But it's okay. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there's was this family celebrating their child's birthday. I ran to them and offered to sing a song. But the main host wasnt there yet. When the lil boy was back, all the guys stood in a row waiting for me to join them. Urghhhhhhh it was FUNNY! Their voices were so low when they sang! I broke out into laughters. (: The lil boy then offered the cake to us. It was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chocolate cake&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Omg i love cakes&lt;/strong&gt; (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yoyo (papa) and i then planned to have it ALL for ourselves and we went damn high. In the end, i didnt even get to eat it cause i was too busy taking pictures. But dinie and ken shared their's with me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038112820291823138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rer46r_V5iI/AAAAAAAAAMY/K1nSCnisVM4/s320/04-03-07_2300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt want to end this day so early. So, all of us went to macs and i treated them to ice cream. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038114327825344066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rer6Sb_V5kI/AAAAAAAAAMo/D0Yns5n2biw/s320/04-03-07_2343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played murderer and it was fun! I cant be a murderer for god's sake. They had to do forfeit and all. Shahren had to say something mushy to someone. Dinie had to go up to one of the mac's staff and offer to clean the dustbin. I took a video of it. Shall upload soon. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And look, the difference between ken's hand and mine. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038114740142204498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rer6qb_V5lI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZirqQnHWqWA/s320/04-03-07_2337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We played and chatted till the train service had stop and some had to find alternatives to go home. BUT, we had fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this is how my day went by and till now, i'm having mix feelings. I want to go back. But, i cant. And darn, i just realised i forgot to eat the chocolate chocolate chip ice cream dinie saved for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038113992817894962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rer5-7_V5jI/AAAAAAAAAMg/W8IOMaC8SEU/s320/04-03-07_2307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0100am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-8485864967995626890?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8485864967995626890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=8485864967995626890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/8485864967995626890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/8485864967995626890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-last-day-at-seoul-garden.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rer46r_V5iI/AAAAAAAAAMY/K1nSCnisVM4/s72-c/04-03-07_2300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-6914793282288046673</id><published>2007-03-04T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:05.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEOUL GARDEN CHALET'2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037759550641792530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rem3nr_V5hI/AAAAAAAAALw/WFbowffohOs/s320/03-03-07_2234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As planned, escape first. Waste of money. Left the place in less than 2 hours? Wtf. Nevermind. After lunch, the rest wanted to go cycle. So &lt;s&gt;ma'am&lt;/s&gt; joanna, val and i went to play pool. Wait, no. I watched them play. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037759254289049090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rem3Wb_V5gI/AAAAAAAAALo/9CDKAftcTqA/s320/03-03-07_1356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the chalet and played mahjonggg. (: I won twice out of four. Ladyluck is on my side today. BBQ BBQ and BBQ. Yummy yummy yum yum. (: After our food, aaron, jacky, alex, val and i cycled to west plaza to watch scoccer. And i had to tompang val's bicycle. Omg i'm really impressed how she managed to cycle BOTH of us all the way from coasta sands to west plaza. Seriously, she's amazing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the chalet and most left alr. So we just slacked around. Made a new friend today. Shaik. (: Omg he's the funniest person i've ever seen in my whole life. He will just make you laugh until you cry. He (being a malay), was trying to learn mahjong and the process was fucking funny. I should have video-ed it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037758670173496802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rem20b_V5eI/AAAAAAAAALY/LVm30Ha4xOA/s320/03-03-07_2339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037758872036959730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rem3AL_V5fI/AAAAAAAAALg/RCBHtJFiWrw/s320/03-03-07_2344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And i think &lt;s&gt;ma'am&lt;/s&gt; jo is really nice. Had a good conversation with her and gosh, i'll really miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the place at around 12plus. It's so damn early okay. All thanks to my mom. Why cant she just accept the fact that i'm already almost 17. I need my own life okay. Omg this is really getting me pissed. Come on lah. Just kindly fuck off and leave me alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;0201am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND, TO ALEXCIA; HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING. I love you, very much. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6914793282288046673?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6914793282288046673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6914793282288046673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6914793282288046673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6914793282288046673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/chaletttttttttttttttttttttt.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/Rem3nr_V5hI/AAAAAAAAALw/WFbowffohOs/s72-c/03-03-07_2234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-2197220019124737362</id><published>2007-03-02T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T01:36:43.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDIT -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2050pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, dinie &amp; i met j and sharifah. Walked around, j wanted to take prints. And so, we took. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet tmr! Five of us are gonna go escape first. It has been ages since i last went. Whatever. And i cant believe i turned down a trip to japan. Ohwells, i love Singapore. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I'm tired (for the first time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working at 12 later and yet, i'm still awake at this hour. (0350am) God damn it. I feel like crying. Not because of leaving SG. But, because some other reasons. I'll just keep it to myself. Should i thank you? Or hate you? Nevermind. I'll overcome this &lt;em&gt;myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-2197220019124737362?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2197220019124737362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=2197220019124737362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2197220019124737362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2197220019124737362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-working-at-12-later-and-yet-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-3894691100315591206</id><published>2007-03-01T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:56:55.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My pay is damn pathetic okay. Only 200 plus for working out my lungs. Omg. I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work started off well. Laughing around like goonnns. That ma'am doris scolded shasha. Damn her. How can she scold my beloved girl. &lt;strong&gt;CHOP YOU INTO PIECES&lt;/strong&gt; and put you at the buffet. But wait, i dont think anyone will be interested in your flesh. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ told me something. Ever since that conversation, my mood was crashed. In a way or so, i cant bear to leave. Now, seoul garden really leaves many memories for me. I can remember how i started out &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt;. And how everyone was there for each other. Aye i feel like crying luh. But then again, i must think of the reasons why i chose to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The pay is fucking pathetic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought i could lose weight working here.&lt;br /&gt;(But, it turns out for me to be eating &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hands are getting rough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cant paint my nails.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to see a___i's face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to wear jeans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OH. &lt;strong&gt;And most importantly, poly's starting soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've made a lot of friends. And when i mean friends, they are really &lt;strong&gt;true friends&lt;/strong&gt;. Not like those who backstabs and all. *ahem. AND,&lt;strong&gt; AINI IS COMING BACK&lt;/strong&gt;. SHE'S COMING BACK ON SAT. I WAS ESTATIC WHEN I HEARD. But then again, i thought. I'm leaving soon. WTF? Okay, i feel like crying again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1207am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-3894691100315591206?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3894691100315591206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3894691100315591206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3894691100315591206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3894691100315591206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-pay-is-damn-pathetic-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-3896167824747821061</id><published>2007-02-28T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:18:28.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now agree with me that deleting your own friendster to prove your love for someone is stupid? Well, just a random thought. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK WORK WORK. I expected i would be runner today. But sharifah and dinie helped me a lot. (: Tmr's gonna be fun. Cause.. Firstly, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am working. (: Haha. And my working partner, dinie. Plus val + farhah. Whoo. Tmr seoul garden is gonna be filled with laughter. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am seriously looking forward to sat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1216am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 Feb 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugis today. Shopped again. Got him and myself a top from rebirth and some other stuff. Spent a lot. Heart pain pain, but nevermind. I'm happy. (: And i'm still not satisfied. (Okay, i realised i'm saying the same thing from my previous entry) =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, rested a while and wanted to wait for nisha to be back. But till ten, i couldnt reach her so i went jogging alone. Since he was at &lt;em&gt;that girl's&lt;/em&gt; house, which is rather near to mine, i met him for a while. Nisha called, met her and we had our brisk walk till 11plus. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1248pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-3896167824747821061?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3896167824747821061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3896167824747821061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3896167824747821061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3896167824747821061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/bugis-today.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-2210822018099060237</id><published>2007-02-26T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:13:25.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDIT- 2203pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town with him today and i spent a lot. But it's okay, because i'm happy. (: Headed to tm after that. When i was about to go home, derrick called and i met him for a while. Home shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried one of the top and i regretted buying it. So, i tried to mismatch some stuff to go along and it turned out alright. (: Now i'm happier. Jogging with nisha in 5mins time. Today, our destination is tampines. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sherri&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Omg yes we need to meet soon. And whoo, lets pray we get into the same poly. Then we can meet up for lunch and all. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may love someone. But, i will not go to the extend to show my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-2210822018099060237?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2210822018099060237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=2210822018099060237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2210822018099060237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2210822018099060237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-2153877575480819602</id><published>2007-02-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T01:26:46.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world is just so realistic. When ___ has his partner. My existance seem to have disappeared just like that. POOF! Wow, i'm like your sparetire. Thanks so much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work and as usual, met dinie first. He's runner &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; today. But it's okay. Cause as his working partner, i would lightened up his job. Haha. We're working tgt 4 times next week. Like how amazing can. But i decided not to come on sunday, so that makes it 3.  And, i was bullied by sj. Damn. Of all places, he had to mess up my hair. I HATE PPL WHO MESS WITH MY HAIR. And he strangled me with his whole arms around me? Like hello. Nan nu shou shou bu qing okay. Yikes. i &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; dislike him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When work finished, mdm joanna and sj started smoking. I started cursing them. And mdm jo said something which assured my instinct, she went, "You're not my mother. &lt;strong&gt;You're not my girlfriend." &lt;/strong&gt;OMGAHHHHH. &lt;strong&gt;Girlfriend? &lt;/strong&gt;Like hello? How old are you. Old bung. Told Dinie and we laughed like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Garden chalet this coming sat. I'm excited. I've a mahjong battle with sj and mj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1226am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-2153877575480819602?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2153877575480819602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=2153877575480819602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2153877575480819602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2153877575480819602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/world-is-just-so-realistic.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-7819191669359222988</id><published>2007-02-25T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:05.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friends like them are rare. Nisha and Kelsey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They are the ones who have been supporting me all the way. When nothing goes right, they are always there. When i mean always, it's &lt;em&gt;always.&lt;/em&gt; Two words, "&lt;strong&gt;God-sent&lt;/strong&gt;" and, i really thank Him for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And to Alexcia, thank you darling. When i read that entry, it made me feel much stronger, in a strange way, it does. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035165583086625298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/ReCAa50mohI/AAAAAAAAALI/QZUNVw8rfAw/s320/romantic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0207am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-7819191669359222988?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7819191669359222988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=7819191669359222988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7819191669359222988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7819191669359222988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/friends-like-them-are-rare.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/ReCAa50mohI/AAAAAAAAALI/QZUNVw8rfAw/s72-c/romantic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-1478315866449093486</id><published>2007-02-24T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T12:09:27.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's nothing but just simply hate and hurt in me right now. In just one night, everything's screwed up. A relationship that has been built up for 10months and 12days. I never knew i meant this little to you, where friends and pride comes first. I stand no where. I repeat, no where. When i asked, how about me. Dont you even bother how i feel. The reply you gave me just pierced right through my heart. You said you were drunk. You didnt know what you were talking about. But do you know a drunk person speaks the truth. Now i know, now i know where i really stand. I just cannot bring myself to believe what i heard. I've loved you so much. I've always thought you were different. And, it turns out to be the same as other guys. I really dont know what to feel anymore. Right now, it's just one word, pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-1478315866449093486?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1478315866449093486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=1478315866449093486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1478315866449093486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1478315866449093486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/theres-nothing-but-just-simply-hate-and.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-180031986495156786</id><published>2007-02-23T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:16:54.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDIT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogged to east point with nisha. Slacked ard before going home. And as usual, i was su ku-ing to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really frustrated with your "so not sensitive" attitude. My feelings dont mean a thing to you at all. Who are you now. I dont even know the "you" standing in front of me. It just aches on the inside. Where's that someone when i need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2316pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend, has turned into someone i dont even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i was supposed to wake up to catch my show. Even with my alarm clock and derrick's call, i fell back asleep in the end. Woke up late for work &lt;em&gt;again &lt;/em&gt;and had to cab down to meet farhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Was runner but fun. Cause i was doing the fruit cocktail. With each mixture that i make, i get to taste it. And of course i drank it, not taste it. HAHA. And as i was looking at the buffet, the aunty saw that i liked something and she made it for dinner! Urgh cheesy sausage with black pepper (: Yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J got me this pretty bracelet. Thank you girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, sometimes i feel that i take things for granted. I miss ___. I dont know. It just feels like i've just lost &lt;s&gt;a &lt;s&gt;friend&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; someone important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1917pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-180031986495156786?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/180031986495156786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=180031986495156786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/180031986495156786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/180031986495156786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-boyfriend-has-turned-into-someone-i.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-4349541451177163501</id><published>2007-02-22T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:42:11.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took a cab down to his house at 2am this morning. He didnt believe i would, so, i proved it. The main thing that attracted me there was cause he had &lt;strong&gt;ALL the esp of Hua yang shao nian shao nu&lt;/strong&gt; downloaded alr! Who wants it! Get it from me after i get it from him. Haha. Mine took ages and, i just cancelled all. =/ Watched till i fell asleep. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and continued watching. (: And, time to go work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did one big mistake today. As i was changing the hot plate, i lost control of the soul bowl and it splashed all over the hot steaming plate, splattering onto the customer. I was fucking scared can. Luckily no one was injured and they didnt pursue the matter. Instead, they laughed. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work ended and Dinie accompanied me to walk that long and quiet track. Thanks partner (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, and i'm hungry, tired and everything. But i cant sleep yet. ): Since he've yet to burn the disc for me, i've to follow the schedule for the show. That esp is showing at 0419am on pplive. So i must wait. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-4349541451177163501?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4349541451177163501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=4349541451177163501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4349541451177163501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4349541451177163501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/took-cab-down-to-his-house-2-this.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-5915539018507909782</id><published>2007-02-21T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:13:17.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDIT - 2306pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My same nail broke again. And this time, much deeper. I can feel the flesh inside. Yikes. Very painful ): And i've work tmr. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, left my house at around four. Not knowing where to go. I just know i need to go out. Wanted to take a bus but hell, i've no money in my easylink nor any coins. Urgh i want to save money and stop taking cab! So while waiting for the cab, i started to make plans on what to do. Like so damn last min, even if no one goes out with me, i would just jolly well walk ard alone. (: So, in the end, i've got 2 people to meet! One's him and my godsister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family dinner and damn. I wanted to be a good girl and eat last. When joe and i went to the table, the dishes left were pathetic. We then vow not to be good children anymore. Lmao. They're playing mahjong now and here i am dreading tmr. I dont wanna go work. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt use to even give a damn about him but OMG, now i seriously think &lt;strong&gt;Wu zun&lt;/strong&gt; is the hottest guy ever. His smile can just make my heart melt. Urghhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i was watching serial dramas till this morning. And i cant continue cause he've yet the burn the remaining esp for me! Aye i cant take it alr! Must ren. Slept for less than 2 hours and my mom made me accompany her for groceries shopping. I almost died luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've nothing to do now! Waiting for irene to call me to go catch a movie. If she doesnt call, i shall just go walk walk myself. I dont wanna stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1329pm-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-5915539018507909782?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5915539018507909782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=5915539018507909782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5915539018507909782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5915539018507909782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-didnt-use-to-even-give-damn-about-him.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-389593189000244674</id><published>2007-02-20T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:05.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's this someone, who re-appeared in my life. And this someone, never failed to cheer me up. In just a day, this someone disappeared. YES YOU. I'm talking about &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, met my working partner, Dinie and went to SG to check our schedule. Whoo we're working tgt for 2 days but i cant make it, so it's left to one day. Oh wells, better than nothing. (: Yayness dinie! He treated me to lunch. (: Thanks eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this cap. The price sucks but i just love the design imprinted on it (: So why not. Since i've been eyeing on it for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033635921894220194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RdsRM50moaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6hyjzWTKum4/s320/20-02-07_2205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1119pm-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-389593189000244674?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/389593189000244674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=389593189000244674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/389593189000244674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/389593189000244674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/theres-this-someone-who-re-appeared-in.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RdsRM50moaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6hyjzWTKum4/s72-c/20-02-07_2205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-6951529208933087602</id><published>2007-02-20T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T03:14:15.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sing along. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Or Nothing O- Town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when he's been on your mind&lt;br /&gt;That distant look is in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I thought with time you'd realize&lt;br /&gt;It's over, over&lt;br /&gt;It's not the way i choose to live&lt;br /&gt;And something, somewhere's got to give&lt;br /&gt;As sharing this relationship&lt;br /&gt;Gets older, older&lt;br /&gt;You know i'd fight for you&lt;br /&gt;But how can i fight someone who isn't even there&lt;br /&gt;I've had the rest of you now i want the best of you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if that's not fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Cause i want it all&lt;br /&gt;Or nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;There's no where left to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never&lt;br /&gt;Is it all Or are we just friends&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we'd end&lt;br /&gt;With a simple telephone call,&lt;br /&gt;You leave me here, with nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times it seems to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm sharing you in memories&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in my heart&lt;br /&gt;But i don't show it, show it&lt;br /&gt;And then there's times you look at me&lt;br /&gt;As though i'm all that you can see&lt;br /&gt;Those times i don't believe it's rightI know it, know it&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me promises, baby you never&lt;br /&gt;Did know how to keep them well&lt;br /&gt;I've had the rest of you now i want&lt;br /&gt;The best of you it's time for show and tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i want it all Or nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;There's no where left to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never&lt;br /&gt;Is it all  Or are we just friends&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we'd end&lt;br /&gt;With a simple telephone call&lt;br /&gt;You leave me here with nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and i&lt;br /&gt;Could lose it all if you've got no more room,&lt;br /&gt;No room, inside for me in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0311am-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6951529208933087602?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6951529208933087602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6951529208933087602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6951529208933087602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6951529208933087602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/sing-along.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-3713977943958686351</id><published>2007-02-19T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:06.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Browsing through You-tube looking at the different kinds of dancemoves. Hmmm. Visiting later &amp; i dont wanna go. =/ I hate that place. Waste my time only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I HATE waiting. Waiting for people, waiting for calls, waiting for this and that, blah blah blah. Dont make me wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 FEB 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared 2 angpaos today. One for my mom, another for my godmother. Though my pay is damn fucking pathetic and low, i think i should just give a little for appreciation. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to my grandmother's place. Slacked and then, more arrived. Mom asked where's my boy so i called him and he came down to bai nian. Havent spent time with him for so long and today's finally the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was getting really late and i asked if he wanted to leave first but he wanted to accompany me. (: Had a craving for ice cream so we walked to white sands and bought one from swensens. (: Yada yada yada, and so, he left at around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, before all of us leave, we had to go in again to greet our grandma, suddenly, she just grabbed my mom and the rest of the siblings trying to tell them not to go. As she's suffering from stroke, no one could understand what she's saying. But with hand languages and all, they somehow knew. It was really sad as i could see tears in her eyes. The atmosphere was just so tense. In the end, all four of her children (my 2uncles, my mom and aunty) stayed back to sleep with her. Aye renuion eh. It was really touching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've this thing for guys who wears &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;formal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (: Bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033809511587422706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RduvFJ0mofI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lEVLSfeBvss/s320/18-02-07_2223+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033808983306445250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RduumZ0mocI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uwh-OT4_i8w/s320/18-02-07_2203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-3713977943958686351?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3713977943958686351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3713977943958686351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3713977943958686351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3713977943958686351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/browsing-through-you-tube-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RduvFJ0mofI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lEVLSfeBvss/s72-c/18-02-07_2223+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-3847149703244836588</id><published>2007-02-17T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T02:41:15.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDITED-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i didnt meet sebas cause he said D didnt sound happy. -.- Anyway, i carried on with my plan and went to my godma's house. Urgh the food smells damn good. But i'm not eating there. ): When i reached pasir ris, i headed straight to the food and it's not what i like ): Every single dish my godma cooked is my favourite! If only i was eating there. Nevermind, i must be contented with the food God blessed me with. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the eve of the Lunar New Year! Okay, nothing to be excited of. But since everyone's wishing me, then i should be high about it. Erh, Doesnt make sense. Anyway, i forgot to mention i sent in my resignation to seoul garden already! Just 2 more weeks and i'm a free &lt;s&gt;bird&lt;/s&gt; pig. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Sebas to pass him D's jacket. Then i shall go visit my godma, then i shall meet himmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-3847149703244836588?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3847149703244836588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3847149703244836588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3847149703244836588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3847149703244836588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-eve-of-lunar-new-year-okay-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-2084021883416144000</id><published>2007-02-16T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:06.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDITED 0140AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this society. Can you all STOP being such constipated freaks. What century are we living in. I did not do anything sneaky and have nothing to be ashamed of. AND YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO INTERFERE IN WHAT I DO. SO FOR FUCK'S SAKE MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying. I just feel like. I've been fooled again and again by own emotions &amp; i'm sick and tired of it. Just, tell me whats going on inside me. Fuck those emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDITED 1141pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the end, i met derrick &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; at tm. And he was an hour late. I waited for him for like how many times in one day. Was obviously damn pissed. Had pasta mania for dinner, and then, walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we were walking, i saw hongru and junchao. Ru stood up immediately and looked over. Urgh gave me a shock. But it's okay. Cause i'm not doing any kui xing shi. (: Haha. So he left and i went to talk to them. They threatened me like mad. Hmm. My boy came along, and so, the 2 lians that they were meeting. Step lian. Give that "wanna fight" look. When they walked over, dear said something damn sarcastic. I was like, STEP LIAN LAH. Funney. But i love dissing them. They were puffing and puffing, thinking that they're &lt;em&gt;oh so cool&lt;/em&gt;. In the end, ru and junchao got pissed by their attitude and left them and we went to the fourth floor. And this is what ru took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032200500874223954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RdX3sZ0moVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8hNY2tB0MDk/s320/16-02-07_2240.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get it?  Okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, my love got me a soft toy. It's the first one he gave me in 10 months. (: Was damn touched. He walked me to the bus stop and yeah, i'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I FORGOT TO MENTION I SAW AMANDA LOY AT BUGIS TODAY. I was on the phone when i saw her, so i just nodded. When she started to open her mouth to speak, fuck shit. Her accent changed totally. It was disgusting and fake. I hate ppl who fake accent. Told nisha and we were like, come on lah. She has been in US for only a while. Wtf. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-2084021883416144000?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2084021883416144000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=2084021883416144000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2084021883416144000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2084021883416144000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/edited-0140am-fuck-this-society.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RdX3sZ0moVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8hNY2tB0MDk/s72-c/16-02-07_2240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-1418857258468946451</id><published>2007-02-16T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:18:37.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anti-lian'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm starting to hate bugis's arcade. That place is full of lians. Pissed me off fucking much. I didnt mind waiting for derrick to finish his game but suddenly in one min i was surrounded by lians. Not referring to anyone in particular. Felt fucking suffocated and went to walk around myself. Got more pissed by each minute and just left for home. He called me like how many times but i just didnt feel like picking it up, and besides, my phone's batt was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to go chinatown at night with baby but now, i dont have the mood. Because i'm still fucking pissed. Any one of you people, &lt;strong&gt;DONT&lt;/strong&gt; ever call me a lian because i aint no lian and i HATE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i feel mean cause i just left him like that. But, i still think he's better off without me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-1418857258468946451?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1418857258468946451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=1418857258468946451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1418857258468946451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1418857258468946451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-starting-to-hate-bugiss-arcade.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-7391213691632267421</id><published>2007-02-15T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:16:43.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work today. But, woke up not feeling too well so i didnt go. Cheryl called me early in the morning and she came to my house from her dental appointment. Didnt do much but just talked talked and talked. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for tm to get her present for someone. And i ate pepper lunch! Omg i didnt know there's one at cs. Urgh happy. (: After which was derrick and sebas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And home very shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-7391213691632267421?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7391213691632267421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=7391213691632267421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7391213691632267421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7391213691632267421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-7728846104111227584</id><published>2007-02-15T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:06.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031440025374859586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RdNEC50moUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ThBzSgXfIr4/s200/derr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-7728846104111227584?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7728846104111227584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=7728846104111227584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7728846104111227584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7728846104111227584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-im-gonna-delete-this-blog-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RdNEC50moUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ThBzSgXfIr4/s72-c/derr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-3784068452646305457</id><published>2007-02-14T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:25:52.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Hi. Can you help me delete all the messages i sent you before. Game over. Bye."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? I've &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; saved any one of your messages. I delete them upon receiving. (: Why must i waste my inbox with YOUR messages. And game over? Oh please. There aint no game from the start. I think you're just playing with yourself? I've never gave you the idea that i liked you. So, GET A LIFE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's getting more and more to me that i'm not spending this valentine's day with my boyfriend. Just the thought of it makes me feel like crying. But aye. I've nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting derr now. Bye and have a happy valentine's day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-3784068452646305457?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3784068452646305457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3784068452646305457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3784068452646305457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3784068452646305457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-getting-more-and-more-to-me-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-1220135165295847267</id><published>2007-02-14T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T01:21:23.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>0344am. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came home from supper with him. We're not able to spend our first valentine's day together cause he's working. Damn it. But nevermind, to look on the brighter side, we countdown to 14 feb and spent the beginning of this day together. That's enough for me.&lt;em&gt; I guess?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 13 FEB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the only girl today. But it's okay. Cause i'm working with fun people. So while working, i found derrick standing outside. He wanted me to be the first to see his new haircut. Haha. Cheryl came with her ben too. And my godma with sis. (: Anyway, did a mistake during work. But Dinie was nice to help me. (: Haha his cute witch laughter makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving SG, ____ called and said he wanna pass me my valentine's girl present, but on one condition, i must be his gf for 10mins. Obviously i rejected. I'm not so cheap just to get one present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my love then we did what's mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i am very disappointed. But, aye. I must try to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-1220135165295847267?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1220135165295847267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=1220135165295847267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1220135165295847267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/1220135165295847267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/0344am.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-4573930167850430408</id><published>2007-02-13T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:06.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 1226am now. Just came back from supper with my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as planned, i went to do my hair. The colour turned out shocking for me. When my mom saw, she said, "Your hair looks like chicken feathers." LMAO. But, what's done is done. And i shall just leave it on until i get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with kels and nisha is postponed. So, derrick called and we met up. To make up to me for waiting for him for so long, i got a free lunch. (: After which, we headed to tp. Checked out all the different courses and talked to almost all the lecturers. They taught us a lot and this made me change my already submitted jae. A $10 fee had to be charged for amending it. What a greedy government. =/ Now i think i'm quite sure of what i want and i'm not gonna enter that website again in case i change my mind and regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after everything, he sent me home and i met my godmother. (: Dinner sucked. We had to wait for 1/2 hour for each dish to arrive. We were so hungry and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 11 and baby called me to go downstairs. He got me a strawberry cake to celebrate our ten month anniversary. It was only an hour to the end of our day and i was really glad i got to see him, though even for a while. Thankyou for making this anniversary so sweet dear (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85 for supper and he walked me home. (: And, i remember i said i liked the pig junchao showed to me the other day, and, baby got it for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Baby, it's TEN MONTHS OF LOVE (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030689058933088546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RdCZC50moSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/E_K5GlzoFBA/s320/12-02-07_2246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-4573930167850430408?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4573930167850430408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=4573930167850430408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4573930167850430408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4573930167850430408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-1226am-now.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RdCZC50moSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/E_K5GlzoFBA/s72-c/12-02-07_2246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-2401546603979751393</id><published>2007-02-11T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:06.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Set my alarm at 0430am but i overslept. So, woke up at 7 and cabbed down to baby's house. It was meant to be a surprise but when i reached, i just couldnt figure out how to use his house key. (Dumb) So i had to call him. =/ NO MORE SURPRISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replaced Faiz today cause he couldnt make it. And so, i'm working with val! All i can say is the word&lt;strong&gt; fun&lt;/strong&gt;. Cause we can talk talk talk, laugh laugh laugh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number of funny incidents happened today. Weird customers and all. =/ So after work, val and i headed straight for the ice cream i kept for both of us. Now see why i enjoy changing the ice cream. That's cause i always keep some secretly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the message joe sent me hours ago. Called him back and he wanted to go town earlier on but he's too lazy now. So i forced him to meet me for dinner instead. He asked if i was wearing the seoul garden shirt and i was like, yarh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe- "I dont want to go out with a seoul garden girl."&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Then buy me a top."&lt;br /&gt;Joe- "Sure."&lt;br /&gt;Me- "And my dinner must be a treat too."&lt;br /&gt;Joe- "Of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I was actually kidding with him, but when he came, we headed straight to 77th street and got a top for myself (: Mom called and she wants to meet us for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you're lucky kor. Cause you can save your money.&lt;strong&gt; BUT&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;YOU STILL OWE ME A TREAT.&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Waraku. (: My favourite jap place. Aftet that, i had a craving for haagen daz so my mom's bf dropped me there and i had my ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH i'm dont know what to do first tmr. At 0930, the air con man is coming. Then at 11, i made an appointment to colour my hair AGAIN. &lt;em&gt;Omg it's so gonna be damaged. &lt;/em&gt;And i'm meeting kels and nisha for k box. AND i'm meeting my godma as well. AHHHHHHHHHH HOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030691580078891314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RdCbVp0moTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jB3SvfXbnkI/s320/joe+and+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-2401546603979751393?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2401546603979751393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=2401546603979751393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2401546603979751393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/2401546603979751393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/set-my-alarm-at-430am-but-i-overslept.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RdCbVp0moTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jB3SvfXbnkI/s72-c/joe+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-5327186010721372355</id><published>2007-02-11T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:44:01.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;0234am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just submitted my courses. Business and design. Whoo big relief. Nisha and i picked the same for the first 5. Aye i want tp cause ___ in it! Then he can look after me. But then again, i dont exactly want it that much cause there's just too many familar faces. Nevermind. Shall let fate decide for me. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And jiewei, i called as you were sleeping. Get back to me. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, work sucked. This group of guys bullied me. They kept making me serve them. It was irritating. Yada yada yada and worked ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought baby's favourite custard puff and headed down to his workplace despite being so tired. LOL. Chatted a while and then, he had to go back in. ): It was only 7, didnt want to go home so i went to visit my godmother. Had my hair coloured again at her house. Only strips on the ends. It didnt turn out to what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there for quite some while and when it's time, i went to meet him again. (: Had supper with him, junchao, kevin and shunlai and he sent me home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at the void deck and made our promises to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Baby, i know it's time for us to part. Now, all i wish is for you to get into a poly so ns can be delayed. I cannot imagine myself without you by my side. Whatever it is, dont forget what we promised each other today. I love you, so very much.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-5327186010721372355?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5327186010721372355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=5327186010721372355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5327186010721372355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5327186010721372355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/0234am-just-submitted-my-courses.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-6258258270472867254</id><published>2007-02-09T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:06.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pilo -"Where's your mother?"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Erh work?"&lt;br /&gt;Pilo- "I need to talk to her. I really need to talk to her." (*shakes head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY HEART WAS BEATING LIKE MAD AND I'M SO GONNA CRY SOON CAN. WALAU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilo- "Soooooooooooooooooooooooo, you got a 15 for L1R4 and a 20 for L1R5. You are eligible for a JC." (*smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. GAVE ME A BIG SHOCK CAN. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M HAPPY LUH. I EXPECTED TO GET LIKE WORSE. THOUGH ITS NOT VERY GOOD BUT I'M HAPPY ENOUGH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm really happy with my lit. Never did i expect an a2. So now i get 1500 bucks from my mom and her bf. They better keep their promise. But i BET SHE WILL TAKE ALL MY MONEY. BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha and i were really happy. I love you girl. Really. She's like my BEST BEST BEST confident. And not to forget kels. (: I JUST LOVE EVERYONE. AHHHHHHHHH I'M A HAPPY GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to tm with nisha and kels and just slacked around. Took prints and many photos. (: Oh those times. Haha. So it was left with kels and i. Went to get our snow ice and headed back to my house to get her bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you much snail. (: Dont forget to call me tonight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i miss those times when i was with ___. This feeling just came upon me suddenly. Ridiculous but it's not wrong to have feelings ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029553156047413522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RcyP8p0moRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ubobbZoDllk/s400/prints!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it's going to be 11pm soon and i'm still waiting for nisha to meet me! So long luh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6258258270472867254?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6258258270472867254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6258258270472867254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6258258270472867254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6258258270472867254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/pilo-wheres-your-mother-me-erh-work.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RcyP8p0moRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ubobbZoDllk/s72-c/prints!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-368665024866803793</id><published>2007-02-08T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:26:36.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDITED- 1219am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a conversation with my mom's boyfriend about which course i should go. Of all the courses i told him, he still thinks that hospitality and tourism suits my personality the best. I use to want that course but it seems likes the WHOLE WORLD wants it. So he said that if my results are not ideal for that course, then i should enroll into shatec and they would pay for it. Aye. But shatec? I dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-368665024866803793?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/368665024866803793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=368665024866803793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/368665024866803793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/368665024866803793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/edited-1219am-just-had-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-6917517020793087972</id><published>2007-02-07T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T01:13:40.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met J and headed to bugis again. Spent a lot. =/ Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guess who i saw at bugis street. &lt;strong&gt;I SAW THE WAITER AT THE WEDDING DINNER ONE MONTH BACK!&lt;/strong&gt; REMEMBER I SAID IT BEFORE IN ONE OF MY ENTRIES. OMG I SAW HIM. KHENG WEI! So, i was walking walking, then this guy looked at me. I gave him the "wtf" look and turned away. I turned back again and he looked into my eyes. The eyes were so familar. AND I REMEMBERED! When i looked again, he changed his direction and walked towards us. OMG. I was like feeling so hot all over and i ran away. Fuck. I regretted. I never thought i would see him again but i did! OMG. And i just let a chance pass like that. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met nisha and we sat by the pool chatting. I was telling her all my sorrows. LOL. Good talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's one more day. One more day. Shag. Now it's left with kels and i to chiong on thurs night. I've night shift somemore, but she's gonna wait for me to finish (: How sweet. We just finished planning what we're gonna do and just *snap, it's friday. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-6917517020793087972?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6917517020793087972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=6917517020793087972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6917517020793087972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/6917517020793087972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/met-j-and-headed-to-bugis-again.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-7553821518463133367</id><published>2007-02-06T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:17:48.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1217am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recieved a cursed email this afternoon. It looked really eerie but i chose not to forward it. Because i &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;recieve this kinda spam mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my bath, my eye became really swollen. But i still had to go for work. Was runner today and i kept dropping stuff, non-stop. My vision was blur and i really wasnt feeling good at all. The worst had yet to come, when i was doing the closing, the whole tub of light sauce spilled onto me. WTF. And it stinks so much okay. Why am i so unlucky. Oh darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was walking to meet him after work, i saw three familar faces at the place that i was going to go. So they were actually waiting for me. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to go home in a public bus with this state of mine so i got my mom to fetch me. NOW I AM HOME SMELLING GOOD AT LAST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-7553821518463133367?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7553821518463133367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=7553821518463133367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7553821518463133367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/7553821518463133367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/recieved-cursed-email-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-3839357080910412647</id><published>2007-02-06T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:57:03.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 0155am now and i'm just browsing through friendster. Seeing some stuff that arent making me too happy. Or in another word, pissed. Well, i shall not say anymore because i know if i do, i cant stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-3839357080910412647?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3839357080910412647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3839357080910412647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3839357080910412647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3839357080910412647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-0155am-now-and-im-just-browsing.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-4392701493866274788</id><published>2007-02-05T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:07.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bugis with cheryl today. Spent quite some time there. Shopped, walked, talked, slacked. Had much fun. (: Ate our late lunch before heading to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, we tried on our new stuff. Rested awhile and left for tm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J told me something. OMG i was like too shocked for words. But, i'm happy for her. (: Accompanied cheryl to mng. So as she was trying her clothes, i went back and chit chatted. Funny conversation we had. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028085613155533250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RcdZOahjQcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GO8lUSEEHG0/s320/blog+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cheryl's mom came to pick her up. A hug and a kiss and off she went. Thank you for today babe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my love and he sent me home. So here i am, blogging beside the pool. The atmosphere's great and i'm enjoying it. (: Shall do it more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028085707644813778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RcdZT6hjQdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GbYNCrdk4_U/s320/blog+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-4392701493866274788?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4392701493866274788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=4392701493866274788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4392701493866274788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/4392701493866274788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/bugis-with-cheryl-today.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RcdZOahjQcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GO8lUSEEHG0/s72-c/blog+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-3465429103891897087</id><published>2007-02-05T03:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T11:02:27.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1102am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you believe that a song will cause you to commit sucide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0344am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who pesters. Oh for fuck's sake please &lt;strong&gt;get lost&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-3465429103891897087?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3465429103891897087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=3465429103891897087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3465429103891897087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/3465429103891897087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-hate-people-who-pesters_05.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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-33215463.post-5834453404574614200</id><published>2007-02-03T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:07.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDITED 1238AM -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Was supposed to go out with my mom for new year goods. But as i was preparing, recieved a call from Seoul Garden. Gave me a shock. I thought they called to check on me =/ Hason talked to me first, then sj took over. =/ Asked whether i was fine and everything. Then i had to fake sick. Since i wasnt working, they asked me out for a movie. So i agreed. But i was trying to look as weak as possible. When i arrived, i was the only girl there. I thought J would be there but no. Didnt need to pay for anything. They paid for my ticket and sj treated me to drinks. How nice. The movie sucks. Its called Pans Labyrinth. Waste my time only. At least i watched it for free. Sj wanted me to cab home and he would pay for it but i got my mom to fetch me. So he accompanied me to wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's at DXO and he's not bothering about me. Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDITED 0519PM-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I couldnt find my phone. So i used the house phone to call. Okay, so i found it. A while later, i decided to call him, thinking that the redial button would be his number. So i kept pressing redial. And my hp kept ringing. So i answered but no one responsed. Nevermind. So i tried to call him again with the redial button. And again my phone rang. So i answered. But fuck. No one was there. I was damn darn pissed and was wondering who's playing a prank. So nevermind, i tried calling him again, and again and again my phone kept ringing and i kept answering scolding &lt;em&gt;no one&lt;/em&gt;. I looked over the house phone and it was my handphone number instead of him. Now agree with me that i'm not in the right mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today but i took leave. I just dont feel like going i dont know why. There's just this very uneasy feeling within me and i feel like crying it out. It's a weird feeling i use to experience before. Why is it back again. I really hate myself for being so naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Feb is coming and i've getting more frightened each day. So we're gonna have a stayover at my house on 8 Feb and ton till the next morning. Kels and i suggest we sit in a circle with candles and pray. Charlene said we could sing hymns all through the night. Val said she wants to sleep because it would probably be her last night of sleep. (makes sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate singapore for being such a constipated society. What are we studying for? For one freaking GCE O'level cert? And now they say it's no longer in use. You need diplomas, diplomas and more diplomas. O'level is just a piece of waste paper when you come out to work. Why cant i just have a pretty face. Then i can be some star or model. And just earn money off my looks. Yarh right. Wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the negative side lately. &lt;em&gt;Where's Amanda?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY NEGATIVE MOOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RcN656hjQZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2V5Fnf1ilug/s1600-h/frogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026996744456716690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RcN656hjQZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2V5Fnf1ilug/s320/frogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RcN656hjQZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2V5Fnf1ilug/s1600-h/frogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-5834453404574614200?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5834453404574614200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=5834453404574614200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5834453404574614200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/5834453404574614200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/work-today-but-i-took-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RcN656hjQZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2V5Fnf1ilug/s72-c/frogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215463.post-8040670205079601122</id><published>2007-02-02T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:07.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDITED 0108AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just found out the truth. WHY must you lie to me? Fuck you. I hate you for being a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aaron's quitting. Alex's on 2 months holiday. J's quitting. Apple and Ken might be quitting. Everyone's quitting. No more meaning. I feel like crying. My motivation used to be sj but no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily i have a snail (kelsey) to cheer me up. Thanks snail (: Sheep loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to seoul garden for dinner. (: By right, only those who worked for more than four months are eligible to the discounted price. But ken called sir kelvin to come and he gave us a discount! He gave us the free flow soft drinks for FOC and another 10% off (: How nice. So it became from $55 to $44. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling myself to eat as much as i can however, by the second round, mel and i were bloated and couldnt continue further. AYE so irritating! Why must i get full so quickly! BAH. Waste my money. Should have ate more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat there for around 2 hours. Talked and slacked. So ken made me write the feedback card. HEH. of course i wrote good stuff about ken and shahren. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i'm mad. Anyway, i realised my entries has been about ____. Oh wells, it's not interesting for anyone else, except, maybe myself? Hah. It's okay. I love to re-read my entries (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt want to go home so early so i went to baby's house while mel went home. Slacked a while, mom called and she came to fetch me. Saved a bus trip (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RcNwHKhjQYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7LhuI-_CoqE/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026984877462077826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8x75DZcoxTk/RcNwHKhjQYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7LhuI-_CoqE/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33215463-8040670205079601122?l=almyislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8040670205079601122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33215463&amp;postID=8040670205079601122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/8040670205079601122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33215463/posts/default/8040670205079601122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almyislove.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-seoul-garden-for-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>crucifiedlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02160437563428137005</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/_8x75DZcoxTk/RcNwHKhjQYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7LhuI-_CoqE/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
