<?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-7626783588335675450</id><updated>2011-07-08T23:29:52.847+08:00</updated><category term='CNY goodies'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='formal day'/><category term='Floorball'/><category term='jiahui'/><category term='Lingerie'/><category term='yuki yaki'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='losers'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='xkailingxfive'/><category term='Mandy that'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='more losers'/><category term='Botanic'/><category term='adobe'/><category term='photos'/><category term='more rants'/><category term='Pornography'/><category term='meow'/><category term='Present'/><category term='HOT'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='Tests'/><category term='Virgo Woman'/><category term='clap'/><category term='WEIRD'/><category term='lots of stuff'/><category term='class chalet'/><category term='sushi'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='YQJJ'/><category term='powers'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Yuexin'/><category term='Shoyuemi cracker'/><category term='card reader'/><category term='Ipod Touch'/><category term='choc'/><category term='Friend Test'/><category term='shopzjukebox'/><category term='SLEEP'/><category term='Presents'/><category term='chalet2007'/><category term='dingzhi'/><category term='Burger'/><category term='GEM'/><category term='Ge Tai'/><category term='spree'/><category term='Wishes'/><category term='triangle mouth'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='more floorball'/><category term='exams'/><category term='Rah'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='random'/><category term='Freedom?'/><category term='rants'/><category term='Dead'/><category term='mst'/><category term='goals'/><category term='games'/><category term='New year'/><category term='baby kailing'/><category term='New phone'/><category term='school'/><category term='kailing'/><category term='Love asaph'/><category term='Incense'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='class photo'/><category term='Mandy this'/><category term='Roys'/><category term='Weirdo'/><category term='twits'/><category term='Dad&apos;s bday'/><category term='dingzhi&apos;s bday'/><category term='project'/><category term='random post about nothing significant'/><category term='Asaph'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-7524732413477430506</id><published>2008-11-03T16:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:39:03.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kailing'/><title type='text'>HEYHEY!</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Ling here. I don't wish to ignore this blog completely so HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all missed me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come by to give little posts randomly at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've just updated most of my friends' links so feel free to link anyone from here.&lt;br /&gt;Changed from blogger to livejournal to wordpress and now I'm back to blogger at &lt;a href="http://www.ehkayale.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ehkayale.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfy's link is updated too. I guess he wouldn't mind me updating it. RIGHT SURFY?&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy his sense of humour like how I always enjoyed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do come by once in a while, because you never know when we'll feel like blogging here. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-7524732413477430506?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7524732413477430506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=7524732413477430506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7524732413477430506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7524732413477430506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/heyhey.html' title='HEYHEY!'/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-8953133722652575053</id><published>2008-03-13T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T01:35:36.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its always amazing how songs can do wonders to a person's life, it can exuberate a party, redefine romantic moments, heal the broken, inspire the weak and so much more. there is always one song that i will always remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope you guys will actually play the song and look throught the lyrics and read what i've got to say and try to feel what i feel. guys who are single, put yourself in my shoes and try to imagine you're attached, see yourself doing what i'm doing and i hope you get to feel what love is. its not bout getting into a relationship, there's much more to it. girls who have broken up with your boyfriends because you feel you're not getting enough attention or he's not doing his part, put yourself into Kailing's position and "see" the different circumstances. i hope you'll realise the amount of effort he puts in, painstakingly, though he might seem to be ignorant at times, he might need a break but he doesn't know how to put it to you. i'm not saying i'm a role model in relationships and love but i'm being absolutely honest, i hope with all my heart you guys will be touched in a way somehow or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TRXsQrQKTv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TRXsQrQKTv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blind&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;br /&gt;I watched helpless as he turned around to leave&lt;br /&gt;And still I have the pain I have to carry&lt;br /&gt;A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried&lt;br /&gt;After all this time I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Only in hopes of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That everything would be like is was before&lt;br /&gt;But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting&lt;br /&gt;They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;br /&gt;After all this time I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever wanna leave it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could not believe it&lt;br /&gt;That my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you will ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me dies when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song defined who i really am in a relationship, the chorus is the main part. it says my love for you is blind, and that i loved you more than you'll ever know. the person whom i loved and loved with all that i am is and always will be Kailing. my love for her was blind to the point i didnt care bout the hurts and pain she caused me. i forgived her everytime she makes a mistake, and i just love her for who she is and who she isn't. love is so big its impossible to mean it without actions, she knows how much i love her, but to what extent? everytime i plan so hard to make sure dates are fool proof and perfect, i take everything into account, or how bout taking the trouble, despite the inconveniences to make sure she gets to class or gets home safe and sound, despite all these trouble, its still a pleasure and a joy for me. i never compare her to other girls, bout beauty or character, i know it'll hurt her and so i refrain, just love her for all that she is and all that she is not. all i want to do is to love her to the best of my ability and with everything i am, be there when she needs me, and to be loved by her. every guy loving a girl needs love from a woman's good heart. she loves me, Kailing loves me, i know it deep down from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9h5kTT-oqm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9h5kTT-oqm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Like You'll Never See Me Again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had no more time&lt;br /&gt;No more time left to be here&lt;br /&gt;Would you cherish what we had?&lt;br /&gt;Was it everything that you were looking for?&lt;br /&gt;If I couldn’t feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;And no longer were you with me&lt;br /&gt;I’d be wishing you were here&lt;br /&gt;To be everything that I’d be looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna forget the present is a gift&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna take for granted the time you may have here with me&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause Lord only knows another day is not really guaranteed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every time you hold me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like this is the last time&lt;br /&gt;Every time you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me like you'll never see me again&lt;br /&gt;Every time you touch me&lt;br /&gt;Touch me like this is the last time&lt;br /&gt;Promise that you'll love me&lt;br /&gt;Love me like you'll never see me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many really know what love is?&lt;br /&gt;No you never will&lt;br /&gt;Do you know until you lose it&lt;br /&gt;That it's everything that we are looking for&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;You're beside me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that I found&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I been looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna forget the present is a gift&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna take for granted the time you may have here with me'&lt;br /&gt;Cause Lord only knows another day is not really guaranteed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everytime you hold me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like this is the last time&lt;br /&gt;Every time you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me like you'll never see me again&lt;br /&gt;Every time you touch me&lt;br /&gt;Touch me like this is the last time&lt;br /&gt;Promise that you'll love me&lt;br /&gt;Love me like you'll never see me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is another song that touched me, what would you do when time is running out on you? would you treasure the times we shared, and everytime we're together, what goes through your mind and how much love and passion will you put in?? thats all question for all to ponder. will you be complacent and treat it like just another date or are you gonna treat it like its the last one always, giving the best you can, even if it might not be good enough sometimes. i often wonder how i treat Kailing sometimes and i realise that though i try my best every time, i would still unknowingly hurt her feelings with my words or my actions. i admit i'm a hard guy to please because of my ego and i've seen the times where you gave your best but i was stubborn and immature and i broke your heart. many things i never meant for them to happen but they do, and i just dont have the ability to keep things under tabs. the future is full of uncertainties that when i look back, i've taken you for granted quite a few times to be honest, and now, i cherish all that has happened, every smile, every kiss, every hug, every joy, every time we're together, every pain, every tear, everything good or bad, i treasure those times. never have i felt so loved by any person, including my parents too surprisingly, till you walked into my life. your eyes saw through the facade i created, with such intense love but yet so gentle at the same time. you accepted my imperfections, my bad characters but most of all, you accepted me for the way i am. with such love, there's nothing more i'd ask for but to be with you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you Kailing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-8953133722652575053?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8953133722652575053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=8953133722652575053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/8953133722652575053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/8953133722652575053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-always-amazing-how-songs-can-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-4134935356641650066</id><published>2008-03-10T22:39:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T01:40:17.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Helloooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been feeling lazy these days. I always feel lazy. Ha-ha-ha. What shall I blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out with surf:&lt;/strong&gt; To marina square, had stingray for dinner and he gave me a GUESS watch! Thanks alot! I needed a watch, haha :) Even met my dearest Alda!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176530679309162466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9a7OfUiV-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/u6DvLVneQmI/s400/IMG_3985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysia trip: &lt;/strong&gt;Totally worth the monies. I think I gain my weight back ha ha ha. I'm just gonna post some random photos for you to admire. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mushrooms.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176531422338504690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9a75vUiV_I/AAAAAAAAAfU/HdgKRKgI5aY/s400/IMG_4035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pretty shot of sis taken by me! :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176531813180528642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9a8QfUiWAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/-W_a34iiseo/s400/IMG_4019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi I'm Kai Ling! I take better pictures right?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176532113828239378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9a8h_UiWBI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ghrx0I3S7fY/s400/IMG_4020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and sister.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176532461720590370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9a82PUiWCI/AAAAAAAAAfs/uo6kxLTsvGU/s400/IMG_4021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;beautiful scenery!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176532783843137586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9a9I_UiWDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/5Qq1axsEBn4/s400/IMG_4029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yeah.. what about that?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176533453858035778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9a9v_UiWEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/MaIvi8j9_wQ/s400/IMG_4031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176533737325877330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9a-AfUiWFI/AAAAAAAAAgE/yZPLw7ztkj0/s400/IMG_4037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i took these!!!!!!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176534007908816994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9a-QPUiWGI/AAAAAAAAAgM/FPPDZQFKJEM/s400/IMG_4047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176534381570971762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9a-l_UiWHI/AAAAAAAAAgU/hySeFupCQx0/s400/IMG_4051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img 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auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9bA2PUiWPI/AAAAAAAAAhU/vR2Q9YqFU6Y/s400/IMG_4089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176537104580237570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9bBEfUiWQI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zBLBYMhUiaw/s400/IMG_4096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i love red :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176537495422261522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9bBbPUiWRI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dFF5rDywoS4/s400/IMG_4120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cute?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176537864789448994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9bBwvUiWSI/AAAAAAAAAhs/uE_4X9FCTI4/s400/IMG_4135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sissy!!! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176538191206963506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9bCDvUiWTI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cZlwPhJGrrA/s400/IMG_4136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176538504739576130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9bCV_UiWUI/AAAAAAAAAh8/j0bWBZbk6FI/s400/IMG_4137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunkin' donuts for you?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176538895581600082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9bCsvUiWVI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7AIZnbIzI8Y/s400/IMG_4142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176539204819245410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9bC-vUiWWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ODzNLQ6fkXs/s400/IMG_4143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODBYE PEOPLE!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176539745985124722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R9bDePUiWXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yt8KlDCluJQ/s400/IMG_4141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/7626783588335675450-4134935356641650066?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4134935356641650066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-5562425681688024277</id><published>2008-03-01T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:04:10.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lots of stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My third week of attachment just ended, another five more to go. been a tiring 3 weeks, reason being, work starts at 8, i gotta take the company bus at 720 and i gotta be up by 620 or so. working life is so screwed up, wake up, off to work, knock off then its night and hours before the next day begins, so mundane and routine. i cant imagine myself in this kinda lifestyle. anyway, work is really great on the contrary, my colleagues are very nice to me, work is fun, interesting but there are long waiting hours in between which can be killed by watching South Park or going through tons of movies in my supervisors 500gig hard disk, sweet. and i just got my paycheck this noon. amount is pathetic but its allowance, not salary so no complains. at least i'm enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something thats brooding in my house that really irks me, and that is the lack of wisdom. i know i may sound harsh, trying to judge like a professor but its a crisis going on in my house. i say crisis as in, real crisis. my family members have some problem using their brain to assess circumstances and situations. imagine this, my dad comes home moody and disgruntled starts quarrelling with my mom. yada-yada-yada. atmosphere is fucking tensed like a time bomb's bout to detonate. then dinner time comes and my mom asks my brother to help with the setting of the table. he's glued to the computer, first call no response, second no response, even more hypnotised. third call all hell breaks loose, mom starts losing control and screams. brother goes defensive and yells back, dad gets pissed and yells even louder. 3 idiots yelling across the house, not much of a crisis but if it happens every other day, then its a fucking crisis. i admit i can get involved too but as much as i want to, i try my best to stay clear. measure up the situation, check of signs of distress then act, either to shut up and act retard or to get involved. well, that's just me after maturing from an angst-filled teenager to a more mature teenager i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is never a stroll, its always on the move, so eager to dash across that bustling road, ignoring the dangers that it can pose. so real but always disregarded by all of us. we know the consequences, we know the possible worst case scenarios but we so blatantly want to commit that mistake of poor time management or just loathing around, wasting time. i wont judge cuz i fall under that inevitable category of mistake makers so i just encourage all to plan wisely not for yourself but for the others that will get affected too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after not seeing her for such a long time, there's this sick feeling unnerving inside me. ever since i started attachment and she started work, everything wasn't going fine. now that she stopped work temporarily, situations are not improving as well. i wake up early, drops her a message around 12 noon and round 130 she'll say she just got up, then i wont hear from her that much cuz she's doing god-knows-what at home. then finally i knock off feeling tired as night draws but she gets more energetic. i'll collapse on bed near 11 and that's where our relationship's going. no more calls, just one message to bid good night, an 'i love you' and that's it, next day, almost the same events happen. getting 6 to 7 messages from her in one single go is almost impossible when i'm at work, unless she is totally bored dead. we still meet up, go for dinner, hug and stuff but i dont feel complete. its not entirely her fault too, i have a role to play too and maybe i'm not playing it right. it takes two hands to clap. i'm being very honest right now. i dont mean to hurt but whatever that's happening, we have to get over it fast. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-5562425681688024277?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5562425681688024277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=5562425681688024277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5562425681688024277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5562425681688024277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-third-week-of-attachment-just-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-5526607254817990504</id><published>2008-02-27T12:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T13:34:06.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random post about nothing significant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It seem like this blog became mine already. Asaph is too busy for this blogging shiet. Haha.. And I haven't seen him for a decade lol! Anyway I've gotten my results. Little effort leads to shitty results. So can't blame. But I like the fact that I got B+ for language, though. Means I'm not totally bad at English afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got myself a new specs at queensway! Settled for a full frame because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Sis and lady in charge thinks dark brown half frame looks good on me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) I don't want to heed their advice. I'm trying to be difficult&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) I can't take care of half frame specs [From the situation of my current specs]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady: Hmm, I think the half frame looks better on you. Full frame gives too heavy look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : I thought so too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady: Moreover full frame makes you like the studious type.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady: And half frame is more popular.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : *Nods in agreement*&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;.&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;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : Ok! I shall have the full frame. Thanks. *Smiles sweetly at lady*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha, nerdy Jia Ling is nerdy. Wait, I mean, Kai Ling. Look what you've done, Royston. Actually I'm tempted to have a tagboard but Asaph doesn't want one. Although I know you heartless people out there doesn't tag me. Still looks better with one. HERH! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister is away for 3days camp. Brother is back from Brunei with an injured ankle. Me? Slacking at home like nobody's business because I'm jobless, friendless, and hellopandaless. Haha! No hello pandas to crunch on while watching the most boring programmes on TV or surfin' TEH INTERNET which is supposed to be fun and all [TOTALLY NOT!]. Unless you get me some . .. OH WAIT I've got 'MY GIRL' to finish watching and i'd totally forgotten bout it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, who says I've got nothing to do?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Everyone points finger at Kailing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pardon me for being so lame, get me a wheelchair!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;PS: Anyone out there has a job for me? I can even be the coffee girl! lol.. Strictly no beer girl though. Ha-ha-ha.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hi Mr CEO, coffee, tea, or me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SAVE ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-5526607254817990504?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5526607254817990504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=5526607254817990504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5526607254817990504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5526607254817990504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-seem-like-this-blog-became-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-7459793158047881832</id><published>2008-02-24T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:03:27.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to the house, feeling so much more comfortable and safe, and clean [because I feel insecure, always alone, and also atmosphere-wise]. But one weird thing I discovered. I tend to rub my eyes more when I'm at home. I managed not to when I was there the two weeks or so. For your info, if you don't already know, I'm actually referring to my grandparents' place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my face. I can't seem to get rid of the dryness despite applying lotion many many times a day. And there's my contact lens, till now I don't know which side is correct =.=" [Apparently the night before, I place both in one side of the case. Dumb I know. LOL] I can't tell at all. Both seem to be the same when I swap. Means that actually I can purchase same degree for both eyes. Opticians are wicked. BS will be wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping today with sister. Gotten her a new bag, drank some soup at NYNY, and also a top for myself. Its really scary how an impromptu decision to accompany her caused a 150bucks deduction to my card. I shall lock myself at home as much as I can. Actually there's no reason for me to go out at all, anyway. Most are working, some are schooling. Those who are free, I probably have no intention to hang out with them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hi Alda, come to my place! We can chat all day! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain blocked, have a boring holiday like mine, ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;kailing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-7459793158047881832?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7459793158047881832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=7459793158047881832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7459793158047881832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7459793158047881832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-house-feeling-so-much-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-7666526342571755292</id><published>2008-02-15T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T19:06:28.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm working now. I'm bored. I'm sorry I did not update. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see my CNY photos, please go to &lt;a href="http://www.ehkayass.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.ehkayass.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I become. Formal. For working in this kind of customer service environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love,&lt;br /&gt;Kai Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2 hours to go...... =.="]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-7666526342571755292?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7666526342571755292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=7666526342571755292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7666526342571755292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7666526342571755292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-1068391171480944477</id><published>2008-02-09T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:55:19.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pornography'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guys love pornography. its a general statement which is normally made by many girls and by guys who try to defend themselves by blaming its their nature. somtimes, i just think that pornography is just horrific. the sight of another guy's dick, dangling around which cant have a proper erection from too much sex or a girl with her clit and nipples being pierced disgusts me. some of you girls might think i'm exaggerating by going overboard but its the fact, thats what you get from the caucasians. what i've just mentioned are the basics, there are worst case scenarios. let me give you an example, imgaine a girl being fucked by 2 guys, one in her vagina and the other in her asshole. then she'll be sucking another guy's dick. after sometime, the 3 guys take turns to bust her vagina wide open, and the sight of it is so gross, how they degrade a girl to that level. i wont be a hypocrite by saying that i dont watch pornography but i dont watch it oftenly since kailing will always be keeping tabs on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;guys, take a break from pornography. the grass is always greener on the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Alessandra Ambrosio 27" src="http://inlinethumb54.webshots.com/885/2894007220098979063S600x600Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Alessandra Ambrosio 21" src="http://inlinethumb53.webshots.com/948/2117244280098979063S600x600Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodlgvw/V271211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodlgvw/V248964_W81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hope you guys will have a change of heart. lingerie is way better than pornography. enjoy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-1068391171480944477?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1068391171480944477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=1068391171480944477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1068391171480944477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1068391171480944477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/guys-love-pornography.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-6674290264659242143</id><published>2008-02-03T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:00:29.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a job yay! Hope to recoup my 'losses' for shopping in these 2 months. Spent 200++ bucks today solely at GUESS. [I'm a proud VIP of GUESS now haha!] 2 tops and 2 pairs of earrings. :D I'm a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work with Royston tomorrow, how exciting. We'll be picking phone calls! :P I hope I'll like the job. I WANT MY OWN CUBICLE :D It will be so cool yay. Shut up no comments! Hey you can't make one. There's no tagboard! lol. But then I'll be stuck in the air con office so I need more moisturizers for my skin! Random, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually looking forward to Chinese New year this year, and I don't know why! Not really about the angbaos I'll receive, i feel uneasy whenever adults tell me all those greeting stuffs like 'xue ye jing bu', 'qing chun mei li', blah blah. If I ever choose not to get married, its because I don't want to be distributing angbaos to annoying kids, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my baby's done with his games. Hi Asaph you're banned from soccer for a month =/ Don't get injured so often :( and his catfish is gone, [I LOL-ED] :D Oh oh, and he did his shopping! He's a happy boy too! Armani top, Puma berms, Calvin Klein top. And a GUESS shirt on the way. Hoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfy just ended his game, darling's time now. BYE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-6674290264659242143?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6674290264659242143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=6674290264659242143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6674290264659242143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6674290264659242143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-bunnies.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-1162772247683445199</id><published>2008-01-30T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:02:40.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 papers down 1 to go. i'm not really thinking bout how i will fare for my grades. in my present circumstances, i'm contented with passing all my modules, let alone hoping for aces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday i'll be getting my new year clothes, like finally, when Chinese New Year is 1 week away. i hope that there will be stocks left. hoping to get a Puma polo tee and an Armani tee if my budget persists, if not, i'll find an alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very very very tired. these 2 weeks are draining me dry. sleeping at around 2am everyday then waking up at 10 the next morning to study then go for paper. poly life is a little too harsh on us, i wish that they re-organise the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda short of things to blog now. my brain's blank from studying. i dont think its a valid excuse too. sorry kailing, i'll blog a longer one the next time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-1162772247683445199?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1162772247683445199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=1162772247683445199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1162772247683445199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1162772247683445199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/4-papers-down-1-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-7117920606807533354</id><published>2008-01-22T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:48:57.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNY goodies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its my turn to blog now! :DI'm a happy girl today because econs exam is over! Left with one burden on the 31st then I'll be freeeeeeee! Whether or not I can cope with today's paper is another thing, but lets drop that. EMC, CADD and AVS tests are over as well, OLAY! Ha-ha.. Baby all the best for your papers! We'll have sushi this friday and then carl's jr next friday ok! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently hooked on this DVD show [same goes to my bro and sis]. Its really great, but not quite the norm most of you might like. Addictive too! But the damn disc has so lousy quality that one episode cannot be watched, super irritated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Erm, Asaph thinks that the tagboard is not of much use, so I'll be taking it down. SEE, NOBODY WANTS TO TAG LAH, lol. Nobody loves us. So we can only love each other. Boohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Busy spreeing-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok done. Tough man, zzzzzzzz..... Anyway I've bought most of my CNY clothes I guess. Anyhow buy cuz the clothes aren't too pretty these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some photos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show you my chestnut colour hair, lol. Did it a week ago. Of course, and my panda eyes! 0.0&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158353360558644770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R5YnDSIKXiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WyJ0fQVOL4M/s400/IMG_3134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, Ki siao. Wanna act au natural also fail. Zzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158353850184916530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R5YnfyIKXjI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vO5WSKM_sxs/s400/IMG_3123.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Surfy wants a big carl's jr paper burger. Looks pretty real huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158354713473343042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R5YoSCIKXkI/AAAAAAAAAdg/9qiSkhZrS64/s320/IMG_3175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158355039890857554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R5YolCIKXlI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RWiN9b6VRME/s320/IMG_3174.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh how about a foot long?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158355555286933090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R5YpDCIKXmI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NjR8wFhLskk/s320/IMG_3179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese New year junkies my sister baked;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pineapple tarts&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158356178057191026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R5YpnSIKXnI/AAAAAAAAAd4/0LpXGjBUH7g/s320/IMG_3078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kueh Bahulu&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158356568899214978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R5Yp-CIKXoI/AAAAAAAAAeA/iJzQ6ESHJX4/s320/IMG_3095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kueh bangkit [or however it is spelt =.=] STARRIES instead of the boring normal shape.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158356938266402450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R5YqTiIKXpI/AAAAAAAAAeI/3GVg9nqdAkM/s320/IMG_3092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Peanut tart thingy =.= [I don't know the names of all these food man!]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158357277568818850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R5YqnSIKXqI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/QWZHeHgTsNU/s320/IMG_3090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;Lastly, I'll end with my frosty snowman :D In Asaph's pocket no more! Hung it on the car :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158357767195090610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R5YrDyIKXrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/2DgKEZa67Fs/s400/IMG_3147.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;BYE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-7117920606807533354?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7117920606807533354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=7117920606807533354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7117920606807533354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7117920606807533354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-my-turn-to-blog-now-dim-happy-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R5YnDSIKXiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WyJ0fQVOL4M/s72-c/IMG_3134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-4798575601204012055</id><published>2008-01-12T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T13:41:49.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this morning i woke at 8 cuz was suppose to play soccer. i realised it was too early so i went back to bed and then went down later. was damn eager to play with the new ball but half way through my first match, i pulled my ligament in my left thigh. that's it, the end, no need play already. went home early feeling so dejected. i always get knocks here and there whenever i play soccer. but pain is temporary and its nothing compared to passion. that's what keeps me going whenever i get those small niggling knocks around. right now, i gotta limp around. my leg feels so stressed even when i just sit and leave it dangling in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are drawing ever closer. poly life is really tedious, or should i rephrase, science courses are the killing ones. tests after tests after tests, then before long, exams arrive. mug and mug and mug. goodness. had i known it was like this, i might have thought of joining another course instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year is in a month or so and i havent got my clothes yet. reason being: money. money is the biggest frigging burden. when you're broke, everything is inconvenient for you. when you're too rich, you gotta find a secure place to store your money and there's high tax rates as well. so what the fuck man?? be rich or poor? my mom isnt that willing to give me money to get clothes. she is damn fucking money minded. money is number one on her mind. she'd rather go for discomfort than to spend just a little bit more. as much as possible, i try not to take money from her cuz there wont be a time where she wont lecture me bout money, all the crappy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm moody today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-4798575601204012055?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4798575601204012055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=4798575601204012055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4798575601204012055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4798575601204012055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-morning-i-woke-at-8-cuz-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-5297454044731110374</id><published>2008-01-09T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:39:49.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently busybusybusy!&lt;br /&gt;With IVP floorball tournament especially, zzz. And then the stress is coming here and there. I've got a children's book to complete, I've got tutorials to rush, exams to worry about, chinese new year clothes bugging me cuz I haven't buy, and everything else to complain about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your info, this is my last week of school. Comes test, comes exams. 3 tests, 2 exams. Hurray to just having to go school for 4 days for the next 3 weeks. Maybe like 2 hours then home sweet home. =.=" Its really very irritating to spend on transportation fares like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, procrastinating. Supposed to complete my dummy drawings and add in Asaph's storyline by tonight. Hallelujah its actually midnight already damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you guys don't wanna read about my boring life full of assignments to complete and nothing interesting at all. I don't even go out other than school and RP for my IVP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANDY, I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR SHOPPING        T-T&lt;br /&gt;SOB ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my sis, enjoying herself in Genting now, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of stress,&lt;br /&gt;Kai Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ps: I will update, soon enough ;D]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-5297454044731110374?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5297454044731110374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=5297454044731110374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5297454044731110374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5297454044731110374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-currently-busybusybusy-with-ivp.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-2123294499617665823</id><published>2008-01-05T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T02:34:18.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New year'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a new year but a bad start to school, 2 tests in 3 days. what more i can ask for. zhili totally humiliated himself today in school. he took macdonald's chilli sauce pack and starting to whack it against the stone table then PIACK!!! i burst and chilli shot out not to us but the table of girls next to us. yea you guys can imagine the look on their faces, hilarious i tell you. after that, its teasing and more teasing for zhili from kailing, justin, ivan and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was a year with some unexpected twists to my life in general. there was this moment when i was super low on drive. i had a really bad argument with my mom and we were at cold war and at the same time, stress from school work kept coming to me so much so i contemplated quitting school for good. there was more stuff but i cant exactly remember all of it. it was an enjoyable year for me ironically. there's kailing's birthday, my birthday and our anniversary and not to forget, birthday celebrations for my other friends and the usual soccer night hang outs. it was all great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna start with a list of the best stuff that happened in 2007 in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best fast-food restaurant: Subway. it beats mac and kfc hands down. its so amazing i wanna try out every sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Movie: a few came to my mind immediately so i'll list them out. Transformers, Spider-Man 3, Pirates of the Caribbean 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Music Artiste: Kanye West and Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant really think of the rest right now. a little tired and brain blocked. i'm sorry guys. i'll get to it as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-2123294499617665823?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2123294499617665823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=2123294499617665823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/2123294499617665823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/2123294499617665823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-but-bad-start-to-school-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-6963542804838754411</id><published>2008-01-01T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:44:20.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! [Wish Asaph is blogging? NO ITS ME AGAIN MUAHAHA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everybody! Say hi to 2008!&lt;br /&gt;Last year I spent it with surfy and my friends at richie's uncle's condo, this year with surfy at my place. So funny, we dance to Macarena and I force him to hug me for the last 2 min HAHA! Love you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think 2007 flew really quickly. From the first four months of dead working to poly life all the way [hello 2 more years buddha bless me] with nothing too interesting happening in between. Except that I got poorer and people just refuse to return my money, yet. Ok actually just no chance to, lol. I can't even collect all my debts last year [2 hours ago it was still year 2007] Asaph must be the only significant figure in my life in 2007. But it was still memorable, for the fact that I met great people. Like colleagues from NYNY, new classmates, random people, floorball mates, friends' friends [like justin, yongle, precy haha I can hardly remember the rest of their names. WOOPS] Also a year I finally let myself have the chance to join a sport, and loving it! Have always been more of a music person, and yes I'm gonna learn piano again soon, BINGSHENG you together with me yes? Definitely win ANDREW by 2 grades! :P Then I'll win you by a grade, LOL jk. I also play all the silly games like pokemon, monopoly and neopets[last day to collect prize for advent calender zz] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life so far so good. I can say that Asaph and I have enough time together, considering that we meet for lunch almost everyday during school days. :D He's more than a boyfriend. My best friend, listening ear, adviser, nanny[he takes care of me lol] and awesome company. Never fails to make me laugh too. Been together for like almost 15 months++ or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social life not to good. I only hang out more with Royston for movies and meals, and thats about it. Not forgetting the birthday celebrations of my clique :) Classmates, they're nice and all but I never liked big groups so I don't really hang out with them. Floorball friends, usually only see them during trainings, but great team work feels so good. Oh by the way, I still love Alda alot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, everything's fine and nice. I have a relatively big and comfortable house. And everyone's growing up. Brother get into NS, sister going into poly/jc soon yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Hello sissy my new year resolution is that you stop taking my clothes, lol. Sometimes I wish you're a little brother instead so I can have my own room, HAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoolwork, not too good. I'll try to work harder though. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex life, HAHA JUST KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed, yawns...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-6963542804838754411?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6963542804838754411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=6963542804838754411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6963542804838754411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6963542804838754411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-wish-asaph-is-blogging-no-its-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-4508593970610228776</id><published>2007-12-30T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:21:38.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.munkyourself.com/Badge.swf?id1=8571&amp;id2=6577&amp;key=18c374b19643f87a288ffa76c" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="300" height="300" name="munkBadge" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.munkyourself.com/Munkalizer.swf?id1=8571&amp;id2=6577" quality="high" width="1" height="1" name="munkalizer" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I created a little chipmunk with my own voice HAHAHA. The mouthing of the chipmunk isn't accurate though.. Hey you guys do too and post on your blog k! I wanna see!! :D Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Ling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-4508593970610228776?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4508593970610228776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=4508593970610228776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4508593970610228776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4508593970610228776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/haha-i-created-little-chipmunk.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-8208878559153809040</id><published>2007-12-29T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T02:07:34.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chalet2007'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi people. merry christmas. And countdown to 2008 yay. Everything's been great, and i assume 2008 will be really good too. Except for the fact that I will be having a year 3 boyfriend who probably will have lesser time for me [but just as much love,or more. hahahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was fine. If you really want to know what I did, I was stood up by Alda [kinda,lol!] for a shopping date. Boohoo. And ended up visiting my poor uncle at Yew Tee for his broken leg. Not too bad, considering I had good dinner afterwards. Chilli never goes wrong, especially sambal. Thats something I can't stand not having. Anyway, Asaph appeared at my doorstep at 12am sharp [Christmas day!], sweating like crazy.. Followed by a gentle kiss and whispering 'merry christmas darling' into my ears. I guess he ran from the station to my place, teehee! So my christmas was spent sitting on the couch with Surfy, drinking rum and watching tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed over to keep me company :) We stayed awake till about 7am in the morning and went over to mac for some breakfast. I love breakfasts at macdonalds. Well, we head back to my place to get some sleep. I know my post is getting so boring but just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Check out MR FROSTY in Surfy's pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U2iiIKXbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/GZ6B7oWHUEY/s1600-h/IMG_2567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U2iiIKXbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/GZ6B7oWHUEY/s400/IMG_2567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149081715872521650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late afternoon we went to town with ZHILI! Basically to dine and shop. Had a filling dinner at PASTA CAFE Takashimaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY LIKE THE MUSHROOM SOUP! Thick and tasty and satisfying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U1ayIKXYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/uHV8HRWYFPU/s1600-h/IMG_2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U1ayIKXYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/uHV8HRWYFPU/s400/IMG_2573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149080483216907650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tomato mussels broth isn't too bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U1xyIKXZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/WeZRRxHB8SE/s1600-h/IMG_2574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U1xyIKXZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/WeZRRxHB8SE/s400/IMG_2574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149080878353898898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhili's salmon and mushroom creamy pasta or something. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U2IyIKXaI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Cb76HyPmKaI/s1600-h/IMG_2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U2IyIKXaI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Cb76HyPmKaI/s400/IMG_2576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149081273490890146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my Beef lasagna and seafood creamy pasta. The lasagna rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U3NCIKXcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/QoI4A27mhoM/s1600-h/IMG_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U3NCIKXcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/QoI4A27mhoM/s320/IMG_2579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149082446016961986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we shopped around and meet up with Jiawei. Surfy bought himself a christmas present, a Braun Buffels purse. I thought it look awesome and suits him alot! :) The picture doesn't do its beauty justice so I'm not gonna blog it out. Hmm, he also got me a Nike waterbottle, teehee. Just what I needed [Very badly, in fact!] Thanks baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was chalet of the year once again! An annual thingy for my clique. This time it was held at Chevrons. Twister, monopoly, gifts exchange, sliding down the stairs, mahjong, cards, bbq. Enough to enjoy ourselves. Uhh, should be worth the bites from the damn mosquitoes huh? Some pictures for you! :) Its late so a few will do, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say I'm the closest to Roys amongst them all. The movies and all. haha and he became a rich guy with his first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U5GSIKXdI/AAAAAAAAAco/i6JaQiqbQY8/s1600-h/IMG_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U5GSIKXdI/AAAAAAAAAco/i6JaQiqbQY8/s400/IMG_2611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149084529076100562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliffy with his awesome cam, Roys with funny face and Nabei Bingsheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U5yyIKXeI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mwseBDpjlqE/s1600-h/IMG_2614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U5yyIKXeI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mwseBDpjlqE/s320/IMG_2614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149085293580279266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twister's really quite fun. Cliff and Bingsheng rock at the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U6NiIKXfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PH6hxF22xOo/s1600-h/IMG_2624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U6NiIKXfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PH6hxF22xOo/s320/IMG_2624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149085753141779954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really love sliding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U65SIKXgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/z8YZjM1_8kw/s1600-h/IMG_2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U65SIKXgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/z8YZjM1_8kw/s400/IMG_2598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149086504761056770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A last photo. Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U7SiIKXhI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Rsn2K_7JvcU/s1600-h/IMG_2641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U7SiIKXhI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Rsn2K_7JvcU/s400/IMG_2641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149086938552753682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people! Training tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-8208878559153809040?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8208878559153809040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=8208878559153809040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/8208878559153809040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/8208878559153809040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R3U2iiIKXbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/GZ6B7oWHUEY/s72-c/IMG_2567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-5854250427138598948</id><published>2007-12-23T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T16:31:14.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a nice Christmas song to cheer you guys up. Courtesy of Alvin and the Chipmunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/IsWgcDaVTl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/IsWgcDaVTl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: The Chipmunk Song(Christmas Don't Be Late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, Christmas time is near,&lt;br /&gt;Time for toys and time for cheer.&lt;br /&gt;We've been good, but we can't last,&lt;br /&gt;Hurry Christmas, Hurry fast.&lt;br /&gt;Want a plane that loops the loop,&lt;br /&gt;Me, I want a Hula-Hoop.&lt;br /&gt;We can hardly stand the wait,Please Christmas don't be late.&lt;br /&gt;(Dave:) Ok Fellas, Get ready.That was very good, Simon.&lt;br /&gt;(Simon:)Naturally!&lt;br /&gt;(Dave:)Very Good Theodore&lt;br /&gt;(Theodore:) He He He He&lt;br /&gt;(Dave:)Uh Alvin, You were a little flatSo, watch it, Alvin...Alvin?...ALVIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Alvin:)OKAY!!&lt;br /&gt;Want a plane that loops the loop,&lt;br /&gt;I still want a Hula-Hoop.&lt;br /&gt;We can hardly stand the wait,Please Christmas don't be late.&lt;br /&gt;We can hardly stand the wait,Please Christmas don't be late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-5854250427138598948?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5854250427138598948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=5854250427138598948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5854250427138598948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5854250427138598948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/heres-nice-christmas-song-to-cheer-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-5457893308730485536</id><published>2007-12-23T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T16:20:49.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is 1 min around the corner, first its 23rd december, the next thing you know, its Christmas eve then Christmas followed by Boxing Day, which is also the commemoration for the tsunami disaster. time flies so fast, the year is ending in 8 days time, i'm going for attachment soon then i'll be in year 3. talking bout Christmas, i'll actually be lending a helping hand to zhili cuz he's moving house. i think the reason i'm helping him out is cuz i want to be a friend that is willing to help when help is very much needed and not be a hypocrite, saying, he or she is my friend but disappears when that person is in need of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much booked on Christmas Eve. i'm having lunch with my church friends, then go to church then gotta rush down to my aunt's place for dinner then after that join my friend(s) through the night, then next morning go over to zhili's place to help. wow, nice chistmas schedule but i'm sure i'll be happy. zhili you better treat me to a meal. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i cant really stand some people's msn nick which are seriously depressing and trying to be emo, in fact &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; emo. there's "Christmas is a reminder of a lonely night in the crowded street" how ironic. or "tHe wOrLd iS nO LoNgEr iMpT nOw wAd LeFt oNLi oUr fOoTpRiNt aNd mEmOrIes LyInG aRoUnd...."(copied) hmm, how can the world be no longer be important dude? where's your foot print gonna be left on you dumbfuck!? ooh ahh i see foot prints floating in the air. and what are your memories gonna be based on? nothing i guess. alternating caps makes this person super twit and shows that this person is of no logic and low intellectual level. oh well, i cant judge but it irks a tad too much sometimes. i'm sure my friends have no qualms bout this cuz they cant stand emo twits. i've linked them up together, not because its easier to type but it sounds better cuz it reflects more bout them and they exist naturally together. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Merry Merry Christmas. Cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-5457893308730485536?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5457893308730485536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=5457893308730485536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5457893308730485536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5457893308730485536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-is-1-min-around-corner-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-8672690013435581314</id><published>2007-12-21T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T01:11:56.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class chalet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby kailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YQJJ'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My flu is killing me. Got caught in the rain today just because I want to save some travelling time to Bukit Panjang Plaza. Oh well.... But there's happy moments too! YueQiu jiejie treated me to lunch at Ichiban Sushi, 2 scoops ice cream at Häagen Dazs, gave me a new bag she bought from Bangkok as well as cute christmas face towels for my siblings and I!! Happy happy day spent, haven't seen her for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My naughty little cousin tagged along too. She's a super vainpot. But keep giving stupid faces.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146094914010504322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qaDyIKXII/AAAAAAAAAaA/EyYBUOHR2rM/s400/IMG_2287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146097860358069490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qcvSIKXPI/AAAAAAAAAa4/--hfgRr5PzQ/s400/IMG_2302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146097619839900898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qchSIKXOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6_9OKZ6hAzM/s400/IMG_2297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146095287672659090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qaZiIKXJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Xj6STMedIzs/s400/IMG_2289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146098229725256962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qdEyIKXQI/AAAAAAAAAbA/UMTPU5G_su8/s400/IMG_2276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She keeps taking pictures of me too. Haha! But most of the time she wants me to take HER pics.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146098831020678418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qdnyIKXRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/EArfQpqRsX4/s400/IMG_2312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146095768708996258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qa1iIKXKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/a1-GvjE6xDs/s400/IMG_2307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See how nice her photo turned out... ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146096670652128450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qbqCIKXMI/AAAAAAAAAag/E4m8V9TUFhM/s400/IMG_2314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Compared to mine [Read: 3 year old's cam skill] Can't aim, maybe?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146096906875329746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qb3yIKXNI/AAAAAAAAAao/je_i16tUpqQ/s400/IMG_2316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But this one is fine... enough... I guess?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146096138076183730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qbLCIKXLI/AAAAAAAAAaY/I3zueT9swO4/s400/IMG_2309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show you all my baby photo. I've been a supporter of surf since I'm a toddler, check out my shirt. :D So I'm a surfer. Like, you employ people, you're an employer. So, I'm a surfer =.= Hi Surf I love you and I think I'm not bald when I'm a toddler. RAH.. I know I look so ugly when I'm young. Like a boy even. But, I'm pretty now right? HAHA!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146100256949820706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qe6yIKXSI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/r07iJ3UUstY/s400/littlealm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then a few days ago I went to my secondary 3&amp;amp;4 chalet. I'm not so close with them but what the heck, there's Terence, there's NanQiang. Although they treat me like a maid =,= Asking me to cook this for them, bring that for them. Alda and Jalaine didn't go, hate them. I forgive Jalaine cuz she was in Hongkong. Or was it Taiwan you said? Some photos. Only 4 cuz I didn't bring my camera. Zzzz.. Courtesy to Xueqi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Xueqi!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146101974936739138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qgeyIKXUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/nT5oYYyNOIk/s320/DSCF2881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Adelene!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146102146735430994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qgoyIKXVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/EfqUsOTsWtA/s320/DSCF2882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class photo which you can hardly see. Figure out then. :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146102593412029810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qhCyIKXXI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7Brv2kHopkk/s400/DSCF2879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146102400138501474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qg3iIKXWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xSyCc7t6CTk/s400/DSCF2878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I give up blogging, for now. Need to see a doctor tomorrow. I'll eat an apple before I go see the witch doctor. Ok random. Good night people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-8672690013435581314?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8672690013435581314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=8672690013435581314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/8672690013435581314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/8672690013435581314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-flu-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2qaDyIKXII/AAAAAAAAAaA/EyYBUOHR2rM/s72-c/IMG_2287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-9185669992274176597</id><published>2007-12-19T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T15:17:41.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my econs lecturer called me yesterday morning to tell me I've done pretty well for my test. Hopefully I wasn't dreaming. ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;Missed my training at valhall today cuz I wasn't feeling well. Very heaty, although its the rainy season, what's wrong with my body?! Have been gorging on junk food+ BBQ food+ never drink enough water. So restless now..&lt;br /&gt;I've still got some work undone. Big big headache is the GEMS work, which I'm grouping with Asaph. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; wishlist..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A new diary/organizer [Every year sure need!!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A new set of bedsheet [Snoopy please]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Cushion! [Snoopy too!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Blanket [Haha, sound kinda dumb]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A new bag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A new specs [NEED NEED NEED]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I ask for!! I haven't even think of my new year resolutions!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random random random note, I really like Alvin and the chipmunks! Their songs rock! Ho Ho Ho..&lt;br /&gt;My house is like a rubbish dump now. Need to clear alot of things. Anybody wants a whole set of erm... cupboard and all? LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN NEED OF SOME TLC. BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-9185669992274176597?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9185669992274176597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=9185669992274176597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/9185669992274176597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/9185669992274176597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-think-my-econs-lecturer-called-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-6955254254575399634</id><published>2007-12-19T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T00:46:17.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays are here! but on a sad note, i wont be enjoying much of it. i've got my gems project to be completed, tests upcoming when school reopens which i gotta study for, exam revisions and i've got 2 last minute soccer matches on wednesday and thursday. thursday's a public holiday damn it!!! whats with you organisers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks just now and now, the christmas song they sang is stuck in my head. &lt;em&gt;I still want a hoolahoop!!! &lt;/em&gt;i'm giving it a miserly 3 stars for it. they keep singing and singing that it gets boring, but ironically, the songs and rhythm were catchy. go catch it if you need a good laugh but dont expect too much. however, something made the movie really unenjoyable and that was people talking non-stop. shouldnt have gone to jurong theatre cuz thats where all the twits reside in. they whisper and whisper and whisper, so damn irritating. if it was at vivo, no whisperings at all, none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is next week and i've got no christmas shopping to do. i never got the chance to spend on christmas. wait, i dont have any chance to shop at all throughout the whole year cuz my mom isnt willing to give me money to. she'd rather spend it on her stuff than to let me shop. chinese new year is an exception though the amount i get is miserly. sigh just gotta live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arsenal won chelsea, john terry got injured for a long period and ashley cole's gonna get investigated for indecent gestures... how sweet can victory get? i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-6955254254575399634?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6955254254575399634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=6955254254575399634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6955254254575399634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6955254254575399634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/holidays-are-here-but-on-sad-note-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-4660384389536241297</id><published>2007-12-09T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:56:32.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formal day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yuexin'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haven't been blogging, partly because there's really nothing significant to blog about recently. But there's one, actually. The surprise birthday party for my long lost [ok not lost] primary school good friend. Yue Xin. Just yesterday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-were in the same class in primary 3 and 4.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-played catching together during recess almost everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-chatted on the phone quite frequently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-had so much lies, yet so much fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But that was all so long ago, when we were all young and playful. It was really good to see him again. Must really thank YongLe, because if not for him, I wonder when's the next time I see my good ol friend. Haha! You're so lucky, because you have awesome friends who are willing to go through alot to make your day a special one. And also through this, I got to make some new friends, your friends. Erm, there's YongLe, Justin, Precy, XiangJie, and many many. I have bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its a pity there's no pictures for the celebration. I don't think I've taken any pictures with you [primary 3 &amp;amp; 4 class photos not counted, lol!] WHY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, Happy birthday again my friend! EAT YOUR COOKIES! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, random random. Formal photos of me and some of the girls in class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK GIRLS, White on left!! Black on the right!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143107649752223266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R1_9KHkTTiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/isyBGHJt5mA/s320/IMG_2219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black white black white black white black MIX[Janet you're mixed!]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143108362716794418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R1_9znkTTjI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lk9AXiE1_0k/s320/IMG_2220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEI, BAI [Rach, why are you so fair? haha]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143108822278295106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R1_-OXkTTkI/AAAAAAAAAZo/6HebS6oWNWg/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jenn and Rachael. And attention seekers behind :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143110338401750610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R1__mnkTTlI/AAAAAAAAAZw/D3t3uvuswRg/s320/IMG_2222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss the green one, the LIGHT GREEN one. haha! Woops, just kidding. Where have you been?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143113727130947170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R2ACr3kTTmI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Obwz3xsdHuQ/s320/P1100544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-4660384389536241297?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4660384389536241297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=4660384389536241297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4660384389536241297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4660384389536241297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-all-havent-been-blogging-partly.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/R1_9KHkTTiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/isyBGHJt5mA/s72-c/IMG_2219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-1840424971177582397</id><published>2007-12-05T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:59:21.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi all, i am 18 now. had my birthday on last saturday. now i can club, smoke and booze legally. my celebrations were awesome i must say. on friday after my class, went down with kailing, weechong, zhili, fabian, dingzhi, teckloong, xuansheng, leslie and serene to suntec for dinner at Sizzler. the food there wasnt that bad. the bill was a whopping 300 bucks. i feel so bad cuz everyone was sent to slaughter, goodness. after dinner, we went to jurong east cinema and watched Hitman. it was nice to me and the will be a sequel to it, i'm dead positive bout it. after that was a scene not to remember. i got a card from the guys donw by kailing. the wishes were in mandarin and i had to read them out and identify who wrote them by reading their mandarin names. had a hard time and when i was done, there was the heartbreaker. they took out this bag and i was so expecting my arsenal jersey and when i opened it, my heart broke. it was a box of dumb looking figurines!!! took a cab with kailing, dingzhi and weechong. on the cab, weechong pulled out the arsenal jersey, exactly what i wanted!!! i was so so so damn happy. my first present from the guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was lunch with kailing at Sushi Tei at Takashimaya. the saba fish rocks and tuna rocks too!!! the food was awesome and i had a wonderrful time with her. so much to chat about. as if the subjects were never ending. i love you kailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at aunt's place. celebrated with my cousin and nephew. had ice-cream cake. yummy yum yum. my nephew kept smiling throughout the celebration, and when we sang the song for him, he got so shy. damn adorable. oh oh, he wears Levi's jeans and he's gonna be primary one next year. can you imagine it!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant get the pictures up cuz there's something wrong with mine. i'll update soon. i forgot, i received my Ed Hardy belt from kailing. so cool! i love it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i only received 2 presents this year, it was one of the best. thank you guys for making my birthday extra special. without friends like you guys, i'd be a lonely guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-1840424971177582397?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1840424971177582397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=1840424971177582397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1840424971177582397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1840424971177582397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi-all-i-am-18-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-6901913461034883833</id><published>2007-12-01T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:38:35.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest Asaph,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 18th birthday to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, with all that I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;XOXO,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-6901913461034883833?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6901913461034883833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=6901913461034883833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6901913461034883833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6901913461034883833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy birthday baby'/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-3233607518502077397</id><published>2007-11-22T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:12:26.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My baby's birthday is in about a week's time or so. Someone's gonna be 18. But hey, that doesn't mean you can neglect me, go clubbing and all ya, haha. Only thing is I can't watch M18 shows with you, argh. I've yet to decide on the birthday present, you know its tough, especially when your boyfriend is rather brand-conscious and most of the things he desire cost 3 digits and above. I got a little influenced too. Thats why I'll get a little irritated when I see people on the street or school wearing fake Ed hardy clothes, Levi's Jeans, Ralph Lauren and all. Let's not even mention Little Miss tees alright, thats way too common now and you see them everywhere. So, whatever. Do I sound like I got totally influenced? Haha! Back to worrying bout Asaph's birthday, for now I can only promise you the first item on your wishlist. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working on my projects, and there are more untouched. Drats. I just want all these to be over and done with as soon as possible so that I can have more time for myself. I'm now living with boring daily routines, only anticipating floorball trainings [Fun, and torturous physical trainings mean better fitness! Need some stamina!] and more sleep on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday going to play floorball with Edwin and gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind blank already. I know you people dislike reading wordy post, but I have no pictures to show, so live with it. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! I'm off to rush my project due tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-3233607518502077397?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3233607518502077397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=3233607518502077397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/3233607518502077397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/3233607518502077397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-babys-birthday-is-in-about-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-5964767417148305117</id><published>2007-11-18T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:37:41.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>huayi had their prom night last wednesday. my batch didnt have one. all other batches had their except mine, such a bad piece of revelation. oh well, it doesnt really matter at all. i'm having tests after tests on every week ever since school started. i have one more next wednesday and another on on tuesday the following week. goodness. Chemical &amp;amp; Life Sciences is really tough. reports after reports from loads of experiments. there's still another year for me. gotta endure it. i gotta buck up more on my studies, all the modules are tough and i'm not revising much, need to discipline myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monopoly so totally rocks. it my source of entertainment if i've got long breaks to kill. me and my 3 other classmates will play and scream and yell the room down. hahaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just looking at the calender and i just realised that my birthday is approaching. its such a long wait i gave up counting down. 2 more weeks! still long though. i'll be 18 by then,&lt;em&gt; finally&lt;/em&gt;. all my friends waited so long for me to turn 18 so we can catch M18 shows or go clubs and all. FINALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my wishlist..&lt;br /&gt;1. Darling&lt;br /&gt;2. Monopoly set S'pore edition&lt;br /&gt;3. Ed Hardy tee, without blings though&lt;br /&gt;4. Ed Hardy belt&lt;br /&gt;5. pair of new jeans. unsure bout skinnies.&lt;br /&gt;6. pair of watch. hopefully the 25 hour one which i lost.&lt;br /&gt;7. new shoes, not sure what brand or design.&lt;br /&gt;8. Arsenal away jersey. (white one) zhili zhili, i'm hinting you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so unsure bout what i want. but its alright if i dont get any. i'm not that kinda guy who expects gifts. one or two will make me happy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh its gonna rain and i'm suppose to go out with kailing. such a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asaph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-5964767417148305117?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5964767417148305117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=5964767417148305117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5964767417148305117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5964767417148305117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/huayi-had-their-prom-night-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-1606767855410916446</id><published>2007-11-07T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:04:53.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yuki yaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mst'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three papers down, one more autocadd to go and olay! :D I'm certain that I won't do well for my papers cuz I hardly study much, almost clueless. Okay, never mind that. Its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last saturday I had a primary school outing. About 10 of us turn up. Headed to Marina Square's Yuki Yaki. Really fun I must say. Wonder when's the next time I'll get to see them again. Some random photos. Didn't take much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steamboat [yummy..]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130048897579104834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RzGYSsyWOkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xOCv02keBwk/s320/IMG_1401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First we gotta get the ice cream liquid.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130050198954195538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RzGZecyWOlI/AAAAAAAAAYY/hnQhclzCz1E/s400/IMG_1403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I make the best ice cream! See the choc? ;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Added toppings too&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130050491011971682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RzGZvcyWOmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7V-d71wC8b0/s320/IMG_1405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The base is really freezing. Ha, we played with the liquid. Pizza!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130051096602360434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RzGaSsyWOnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qEP7ui1WIAA/s320/IMG_1411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to play pool and then finally a group photo. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130051603408501378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RzGawMyWOoI/AAAAAAAAAYw/r-81-u_R-aA/s320/IMG_1413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thats all.. A simple but satisfying dinner with old mates. Oh and by the way, my sister made sushi yesterday.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130052118804576914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RzGbOMyWOpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/qvn3_X3IpMA/s320/IMG_1425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you drooling already?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-1606767855410916446?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1606767855410916446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=1606767855410916446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1606767855410916446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1606767855410916446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/three-papers-down-one-more-autocadd-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RzGYSsyWOkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xOCv02keBwk/s72-c/IMG_1401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-6703255783170714266</id><published>2007-11-05T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T01:26:42.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arsenal drew with man utd 2-2. ferguson wasnt happy, blaming the referee for not giving a foul. you know what is advantage play dude? oh well, thats all he ever does, criticise other teams before matches start, then if they lose or draw, he blames the referee and all other crap. i've got no idea why he's that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my class chalet on thursday. i arrived kinda late but the barbeque wasnt ready. goodness. waited till 10 then it was up. can you imagine it? the amount of food was pathetic too. dont really wanna mention it. went for night cycling from aloha loyang to expo, came back rested then went for another round at pasir ris park with another group of classmates. my thighs hurt like crazy. the day before played soccer at fico, thursday night cycling then saturday street soccer. i pity my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e-learning week has ended. school starts again and now here's where the torture starts. everything will be moving on real fast from here. tests after tests and assignments or reports. i hope i can cope with the pace. i really think that i'm not the study type. its not that i'm stupid but its not in my genes to study study study. but if i stop now, i gotta enter NS. so might as well get my diploma first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a really major decision during mid week. i dont think i'm gonna share it with you guys lest i get bombarded with questions on why i did it. i feel that i need to do something with my future and i made an independent decision without my parents giving consent. kailing's involved too, but hey, its not bout us getting engaged or married and stuff. it isnt anything relational. we're still together and thats all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want new tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-6703255783170714266?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6703255783170714266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=6703255783170714266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6703255783170714266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6703255783170714266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/arsenal-drew-with-man-utd-2-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-6388867481008417005</id><published>2007-10-31T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T02:45:06.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad&apos;s bday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi y'all!&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its my dad's birthday and my family went out to have dinner.. Dad brought his own liquer for the sharks fin. Boy it tasted sooooooooo good! There were black pepper crayfish, chilli crab, sambal kangkong, belachan fish too. Yummy! :D I love spices. Oh, we bought a $200 pen with his name carved for him. From CROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some photos to share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad and brother. [My dad looks so weird in his purple shades =.="]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127175478558734594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rydi7syWOQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/M_YgGyFD31g/s320/IMG_1358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad and me and my super jialat dark eye rings. $#@)*&amp;amp;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127175895170562322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RydjT8yWORI/AAAAAAAAAV8/1Q1F505RN-A/s400/IMG_1359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mummy and me. [you know, we share the same height, weight and shoe size.]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127177084876503330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RydkZMyWOSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/b1U7spnoHRQ/s400/IMG_1361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad and&lt;em&gt; sister who loves fruits more than anyone else.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127177926690093362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RydlKMyWOTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/k5EB6W-LYGc/s400/IMG_1363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Family photo without mummy. Oh well.. She's the photographer.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127178502215711042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RydlrsyWOUI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ae8pjg2jVUI/s400/IMG_1365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, had a very filling dinner I can hardly walk after that. Brother drove us to around geylang to look at girls. Ok prostitutes. Some of them are so gorgeous they should be a model alright! Anyway its funny how we're in the car, moving at a speed equal to walking, and viewing the girls like night safari. We stare at them, they stare back seductively at my dad and brother. Haha! Had a good laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmmm, my sister's having O levels and feeling so suicidal...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127180911692364114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rydn38yWOVI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mWPjYJJv3CI/s400/IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So depressed..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127183222384769394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rydp-cyWOXI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jVrsa-b6yng/s400/IMG_1369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got down to some silly phototaking. :D Future models?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127188917511403906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RydvJ8yWOYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/yct8limn3GE/s400/IMG_1371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127190287605971346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RydwZsyWOZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/aw5OlaBkc2o/s400/IMG_1372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127190622613420450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RydwtMyWOaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/sFIPRkfhRVE/s400/IMG_1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127190923261131186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rydw-syWObI/AAAAAAAAAXM/sBQ6NCU3HU8/s400/IMG_1374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127192048542562754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RydyAMyWOcI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Xz2AcyL_ETg/s400/IMG_1376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127197073654299122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ryd2ksyWOfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1eZZ2LkcEto/s400/IMG_1381lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127197494561094146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ryd29MyWOgI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ggSyeEb9crY/s400/IMG_1382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127198022842071570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ryd3b8yWOhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/55OReOS3mJ0/s400/IMG_1388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ahhh.. So many!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway on a random and sad note, I gave my mashi maro away. *WAILS* It was my 13th birthday present from my beloved friends. Sigh.. I still haven't get over it. :'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bye Mashi Maro.. Bye..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127200561167743522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ryd5vsyWOiI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LB6sfdjt9jk/s400/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With lots of love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127201128103426610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ryd6QsyWOjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/YP3Ys4jilHw/s200/IMG_1294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/7626783588335675450-6388867481008417005?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6388867481008417005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=6388867481008417005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6388867481008417005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6388867481008417005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-yall-its-my-dads-birthday-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rydi7syWOQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/M_YgGyFD31g/s72-c/IMG_1358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-2584124452624329106</id><published>2007-10-30T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T01:31:42.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi everyone. its my turn to blog. we alternate amongst the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm please to inform you that I, Asaph Low is part of the set up that won the CLS street soccer competition. all rise and applaud gracefully please. thank you. hahaa. the qualifiers was two saturdays ago while the semis were last saturday. i only played 5 mins for 2 games. never really get into the game. just a cameo only. no goals but an injury. bruised my left knee which is freaking pain! arsenal deserved to win. liverpool just sucked that day. man utd watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always have alot of things in mind to blog bout but they just keep slipping my mind. i try to recall again and again but all was vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i watched Transformers for the second time. it never fails to give me the goosebumps each time i see Optimus Prime and Megatron changing forms. the movie just screams coolness. my guess is that there'll be a sequel to Transformers, i seriously hope so. Megan Fox's hot. ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard of similies? i'm pretty sure you did. for example as blind as a bat and stuff. here's similies for you from kailing's dictionary. as blue as a blue pencilcase or maybe as white as a white bunny. hahaa. i laughed quite abit when i heard them. oh well, silliness is found in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry just told me that one of the malay guys who teased my name is in his gems class. i was like wtf!?!?!?! and it was true, the descriptions matched.&lt;br /&gt;wears spectacles, childish, faggoty faggoty. damn. just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-2584124452624329106?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2584124452624329106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=2584124452624329106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/2584124452624329106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/2584124452624329106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-3136110688415681003</id><published>2007-10-23T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T01:26:45.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more floorball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Floorball'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all. I know, I haven't been blogging. But I'm sure you people check back again and again, praying so hard I'll update. HAHA, ok kidding. I've been busy, playing games, playing for POL-ITE floorball, sleeping, and of course schooling. Super mundane and boring, but I can't help it. *Sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random random. I realised I haven't seen Alda for the longest time ever. Are you reading this, butter?? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I'm super impressed with zorro innebandy's floorball skills. Owwww, make me wanna learn the tricks. Hah! Go search for the videos and be awed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I've got nothing much to blog about seriously. All the best for those taking O levels, and hopefully mandy and andre get into the stream they want yay! Goodnight people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-3136110688415681003?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3136110688415681003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=3136110688415681003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/3136110688415681003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/3136110688415681003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-8436059169547623989</id><published>2007-10-17T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T01:07:37.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont know what's wrong with my classmates. i'm not very close to all of them but yet a few guys just love to tease my name. keep calling my "ah saap, ah saap" and one of them actually said, you know what does "ah saap" means? it means "smoke" in malay. as if i dont know. and besides, my name originated from Jesus and not Allah damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-8436059169547623989?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8436059169547623989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=8436059169547623989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/8436059169547623989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/8436059169547623989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-know-whats-wrong-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-7555574138188235658</id><published>2007-10-16T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T01:33:52.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Floorball'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank goodness my hiccups just went away. :D Been kinda lazy recently. POL-ITE is here, I'm all gamed for the tournaments. Doesn't matter win or lose, team spirit is just amazing enough. Never mind the minus factor that we only have 15 of us in the team while other teams have like 30 plus players. Rahhhhh :D I love my evo3 bamboo 26, so please do not disappoint me. And its gorgeous wine red colour makes me even happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to TRY to scrimp and save. No shopping for the time being, plus Asaph has been buying my lunch in school almost everyday since the second semester. Haha, I don't know why he did that, but oh so awefully sweet. Don't worry I won't take that for granted. I love you baby! On a random note, I think he kinda grew abit taller. Or did he? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHAEL, HAPPY BIRTHDAY VON VON! I may not have the money to buy any presents for you but you know I'm sincere in our friendships! :) Doesn't that matters more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remember MANDY! Hahaha, I wonder if you read my blog still, girl. But it seem quite long since we last chatted! Oh, and I wore that esprit top okay! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Good night people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-7555574138188235658?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7555574138188235658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=7555574138188235658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7555574138188235658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7555574138188235658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/thank-goodness-my-hiccups-just-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-9144165860358265379</id><published>2007-10-10T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:42:22.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you guys been insulted before?? i'm sure you guys had, but on a consistent basis? that's going a little over board. well for me, i insult my friends and vice versa but we're a really close group of friends that to us, its having fun. but for someone who is lets say a classmate and whom you're not very close to, that isnt very nice. and besides its rather crude terms being used here. have you actually spared a thought for that person before using that word itself?? i used to call my friends bastard but i stopped cuz it not only insults my friend alone, but its directed to his parents as well. or how bout bitch? insult a woman's dignity and self-esteem. i'm gonna make a general post but if there's a next time, which i'm sure there will be, i'll be damn direct and i seriously dont care if you're gonna hate me and gossip behind my back. this isnt directed to anyone who i am in contact with. just a little sign off for you sissy bastard. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non-stick pans are bad for health. the teflon used as the coating emits toxic gases, which are carcinogenic, when exposed to high temperatures. it was discovered recently by scientists and court action are being taken against the company. i heard this from Dr Lim, who damn seriously resembles Dr. Otto Ocktavius aka Dr. Ock in spider man 2. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've completed Def Jam in 2 days plus. its nice, underground wrestling with the hoods and back stabbing that are always found in movies. has the likes of Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, Xzibit in it so its rather cool seeing them fight. oh there's carman elecktra too. hahaa. bash her up!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-9144165860358265379?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9144165860358265379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=9144165860358265379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/9144165860358265379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/9144165860358265379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-you-guys-been-insulted-before-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-4717452106377748134</id><published>2007-10-05T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:35:15.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GEM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New phone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My latest toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117858080393789426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="385" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RwZIzvy7__I/AAAAAAAAAVs/cmP_2AV7sb4/s400/k530i.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My previous Nokia 5300 was less than a year old and it died on me just like that. I was so kind to let you have a 2gb memory card and you don't appreciate it. No choice, I have to find another friend. Slim, with a touch of bronze elegance. Hopefully it can lasts longer. Provided I treat it with care. Teehee :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GEM was rather fun. I drew a damn frog. Asaph drew a think-lipped fish. Haha! Then we painted my froggy. I hate frogs. Have the picture in my phone but i'm too lazy to upload it now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously the weather is killing me. I think I need to migrate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-4717452106377748134?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4717452106377748134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=4717452106377748134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4717452106377748134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4717452106377748134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-latest-toy.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RwZIzvy7__I/AAAAAAAAAVs/cmP_2AV7sb4/s72-c/k530i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-6542170657723357968</id><published>2007-10-04T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T23:33:25.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently listening to Mika's Grace Kelly. So random and cutesy :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I've always been dreaming. No nightmares of course, when there's your sweetheart kissing you every night before you go to bed and whispering 'No more nightmares'. My dreams have always been random. Or are there meanings behind them? I never know, as I tend to forget my dreams easily. Maybe someday i will learn to read the meanings behind different kind of dreams, just like the kind stated in the bible, about the famine period thing. Haha, I do read a little last time ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to GEM class tomorrow, cuz I'll be doing some painting if I'm not wrong :) Surfy will bring the paint, I'll bring the drawing blocks. Haha! Been thinking bout the transparency drawing thing.. I want to draw superman but I also want snoopy or spongebob. Or maybe Patrick's a better choice since my lecturer is Mr Patrick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that when you want to find something, you just can't find it. When you're browsing aimlessly, you bump into that item so frequently. I'm just trying to find the photo I took with Alda last year when we celebrated Mid Autumn's together, with Clifford [extra,extra,extra]. Then can't post the picture out. Oh well.. Maybe after I blogged then I see the picture again. Better not, if not I'll be so down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if you guys can easily differentiate the posts between mine and Asaph's from the start when you read. Well.. as you all can see, his posts always have more depth and maturity as compared to mine, and I'm quite used to starting a sentence with capital letter. Spot more differences :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I need to learn how to sleep early, my eyes hate me more and more. They're surrounded by dark circles already. Sorry eyes. Is there any 'good sleeping habit for the dummies?' I think I need one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, show me some love. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kai Ling&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/7626783588335675450-6542170657723357968?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6542170657723357968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=6542170657723357968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6542170657723357968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6542170657723357968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/currently-listening-to-mikas-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-4545448102765629165</id><published>2007-10-02T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:28:59.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just now i saw a horrific sight. a man peeing into the canal by my house. YUCK!!! sick bastard just cant find a proper toilet to release his load. too bad i didnt snap a photo of him in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh just now in class a thought came into my mind, i shall blog it out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now imagine this scenario. a terrible flood is in a multi racial country. the farms are all destroyed and animals are floating everywhere, swimming for their dear poultry lives. then in a big clearing, a malay man is stranded in the water. he cant swim and struggles to stay afloat and so happens, a pig swims past him. i wonder will he ignore his religion, grab the pig and try to stay afloat or will he uphold his religious pact and pray that his god saves him. i really wonder. this is not racism, its just some worse case scenarios. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh its jiawei's birthday today. too bad he's on hotel training. happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's a quick-tip to be a wannabe, say "Yes Ah" very frequently. i saw this written on a wall of LT5. hahaa dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so so damn hungry now. zzz. need food, glorious food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off, long day tmr. till 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-4545448102765629165?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4545448102765629165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=4545448102765629165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4545448102765629165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4545448102765629165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-now-i-saw-horrific-sight.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-5656651777949844070</id><published>2007-10-01T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:39:07.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My wishes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to see when Adam met Eve and it all hung out. Ideally, I'd wake with a lick from my favourite puppy, and later I'd go into the Royal Ballet to rehearse for tonight's performance; If I thought about it, I really need the sea-breeze running through our hair, both our hair, and I sometimes wish I could be an artist, messing around with the media and materials, really doing something new. I'd like to fly through the air with the greatest of ease, and it would be amazing to see planet earth from somewhere else, hanging in the stars maybe. Pets? A friendly pig would be something of a conversation piece, and you can tell everyone how clean and intelligen they are. Finally, I'd like to have a party just for two, just on our own, and maybe I'd invite Santa Claus along, because he'd have all the presents. Oh, can I have more time too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life back in school isn't too bad. I think I like this semester's modules better. Plus increasing closeness with classmates [slowly] and taking a same class with my boyfriend. I've got new aims and resolutions for the sem, which I'm going to put much effort in to make everything possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Schoolwork of course, being my top priority.&lt;br /&gt;2)My first 10k by end of next year, or earlier.&lt;em&gt; [that means no more silly splurging unless extremely important occasions]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)More effort in my relationship &lt;em&gt;[room for improvement as a better girlfriend]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Better daughter and sister to my family.&lt;em&gt; [From helping with chores to sharing clothes with my sister to spending more time with them]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Improve my friendship with my clique&lt;em&gt; [if even possible]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats enough to keep me busy and going. BUT before that, I gotta collect all my debts asap, and get a decent phone+gadget[psp or ipod]. Which my dad is paying, of course. But thats all I want already. Besides my monthly allowances [which I'll save up]. Its really irritating to know that I still have to pay for so many thing else, like floorball stuffs [$38], chalet [$58], which are totally avoidable if I didn't join floorball in the first place, and just give the chalet a miss. Sigh. Money issues are just so sensitive to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just go on ranting but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to chat with my surfy already. Miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-5656651777949844070?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5656651777949844070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=5656651777949844070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5656651777949844070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5656651777949844070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-wishes-id-like-to-see-when-adam-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-5268707351687880410</id><published>2007-09-27T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:41:22.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school has started for a few days coming and i think that the class is fine. the modules seem to be tough but i'll give my best shot. i kinda like a couple of teachers, they're nice and seem to be patient. they learnt to pronounce my name correctly in the quickest possible way ever. a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the post on fabian's blog bout superpowers and i should play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the powers i'd like to possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super intelligence of Jimmy Neutron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powers of Bruce Almighty, without the prayers part. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, i dont even need super intelligence. hahaa. Weeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frictions in friendships are inevitable. we tend to complain to our friends and on our blog about the treatment and cold shoulder we're getting but we dont want to take the initiative to make it right, or 'lubricate' the friendship. all these little niggling problems are a test to show how we react under different circumstances. do we complain and whine, sit back and let nature take its course or to come up with the best possible solution for both parties. the mature ones will take things in their stride and get over them quickly, instead of savouring all the misery and expect charity and sympathy all the time. but it takes alot of effort to be mature. being mature doesnt necessarily means we dont have fun anymore. being mature means to have a different mentality about things, able to discern right from wrong but still let our hair down and have fun at the same time. i seriously hope that friendships dont break down over little issues. this post isnt directed to anyone. please dont feel offended by my honest comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-5268707351687880410?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5268707351687880410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=5268707351687880410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5268707351687880410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5268707351687880410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-has-started-for-few-days-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-6830281392428294145</id><published>2007-09-22T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:52:22.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoyuemi cracker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My handphone was too emotional lately, so I couldn't get it working. YA LA SPOIL CAN. So retarded. Need a new phone real badly. For the past two days I lived without a phone. Then today I used my brother's spare phone. Someone from mediacorp called me, saying they've been trying to reach me for the past two days, WAH SO BAD LUCK. Haha, yeah they're from the Hey Gorgeous! programme and wanted me to go down for an audition. But of course I didn't. Anyone has a spare phone for me to use?? I need to return my brother's by Sunday, sniffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with a new tidbit lately :) No, not Chipster. Asaph don't even want to buy that for me to try. =.=" But I really like the Soya sauce cracker called SHOYUEMI! Yummy yum yum.. Btw, snow skin durian mooncake is really good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112731594731121714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RvQSTAfdbDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WzT6VCDZK94/s400/shoyuemi.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah! I have so many things I wanna buy. Money money come to me. I've always been lending money to friends.. Imagine how much I can buy if they all return me now. Lesson learnt. One must always learn to be stingy sometimes. Because at the end of the day, some people just take forever or never to return and you yourself suffer the heartbreak. Well, at least I always make it a point to return every penny I owe as soon as I can. And I don't even like to borrow! It cost me my pride. I'm a very proud girl. Punch you, debtors! Except Asaph, love love. LOL! I'm so damn bias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things I NEED TO BUY! ahah, ok WANTS TO, AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, HOR!&lt;br /&gt;-Products to cure my skin, my panda eye and cracking heels [IMPT]&lt;br /&gt;-Levi's black skinnies I've been eyeing for,189.90&lt;br /&gt;-Brown polo tee from Esprit RAHHHHHHH, 69.90&lt;br /&gt;-Flats from Charles and Keith [VERY VERY IMPT], 33.90&lt;br /&gt;-Bag [NEED] but haven't decided yet. Marc Club ones look good.&lt;br /&gt;-OH YA BELT! Bling bling ones. :D Marc Club too. 30 bucks? or 40?&lt;br /&gt;-Black shorts [To go with everything]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just all these cost around 500 bucks already. Haven't plus all the random stuffs I might like SUDDENLY while shopping right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy your last two days of holiday, SP mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-6830281392428294145?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6830281392428294145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=6830281392428294145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6830281392428294145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6830281392428294145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-handphone-was-too-emotional-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RvQSTAfdbDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WzT6VCDZK94/s72-c/shoyuemi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-2055533590610305117</id><published>2007-09-20T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T02:06:24.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/xJfw38H-8_/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/xJfw38H-8_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel that we take alot of things for granted and we tend to complain a tad too much and we have a high tendency to be "comfortable" after sometime. we always fail to realise that despite all that is happening, somethings in life will never change, like no matter how much mournings, we can never bring the dead back, and yet, people still consistently fail to get this point into them. have you really took time off to take things slowly, clear your mind and appreciate what is around us. i always like to look into the sky and around 6 to 7pm whenever i have the opportunity to. i love to look at the clouds and the sun setting, soaking up the warmth radiating on my face and look in awe at the beautiful colours in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was once i was on my way to kailing's house and i was listening to When You're Gone by Avril lavigne. it was my second time listening to it and i paid real close attention to the lyrics and they meant alot. i played it on repeat mode and i started to think about various groups of people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Family: i always felt alot for my family even though sometimes my actions dont show sometimes. i get the most fragile whenever problems find their way into my family. and i'd think what would happen if they suddenly pass away and i'm all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailing: a very integral part of my life. she is the one who carries me through the tough and bad times. always my motivation to do things right, always thought that she was so special to me though not alot of people appreciate her at times. her love for me keeps me going whenever i'm stuck in pits of depression. cant imagine her gone, never can and never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends: my closest group which i can truly enjoy myself to the fullest. i have never once regretted the decision to join them. it makes me happy and i can share problems with them and they'll help me out. the fun and enjoyment is one of a kind and i truly love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all these went through my mind, i related them back to the song and i started to tear uncontrollably. i tried my best to hold my tears back but all was vain. i dare not imagine my life without those 3 amazing group of people. i really appreciate all of you guys, no matter how you guys are, i love you all for who you guys are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-2055533590610305117?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-6872150266113112693</id><published>2007-09-19T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:19:09.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rah'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tagged by Fabian and Asaph. Great for killing time :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Person who tagged you) : &lt;strong&gt;Fabian / Asaph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(My relationship with him/her) : &lt;strong&gt;Friend / Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(5 impression you have on him/her): &lt;strong&gt;Fab [Interesting, Skull-lover, Lots of ideas, Expressive in words, funny] / Surf [Cool, humourous, brand-conscious, gentlemanly, mysterious]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The most memorable thing she/he has done for you): &lt;strong&gt;Fab [Erm, no idea. Need to know him more first :D] / Surf [So many! Erm, cooking pizza bread and pasta for me!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The most memorable words she/he has said to you): &lt;strong&gt;Fab [Bad memories of superman] / Surf [Brandon Routh is good looking :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(If she/he becomes your lover,you will): &lt;strong&gt;Fab / Surf [Then I'll love them of course! =p]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If he/she becomes your enemy,you will): &lt;strong&gt;Fab / Surf [Break their legs! No more soccer!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If he/she becomes your enemy the reason will be): &lt;strong&gt;Fab [he stole Asaph from me] / Surf [He tell everyone my grandfather's name, LOL]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is): &lt;strong&gt;Fab [Just want to know you more!! :D] / Surf [I desire to buy True Religion Jeans for you, but I can't afford :P]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Your overall impression of him/her is): &lt;strong&gt;Fab [Fabulous Fabian! lol] / Surf [My favourite person on earth!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How do you think people around you feel about you): &lt;strong&gt;Quiet? Not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Characteristics you love about urself): &lt;strong&gt;Patient, punctual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics you hate about urself): &lt;strong&gt;Pride, short attention span, untidiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The most ideal person you want to be is): &lt;strong&gt;Tai Tai! lol.. kiddin', you can't ask for more when you're me. LOL! cuz Asaph loves me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For people who care and likes you, say something to them): &lt;strong&gt;Thanks, I like you too. Something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Pass this quiz to 10 ppl that you wish to know how they feel bout you)&lt;strong&gt;Up to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1) Kai Si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2) Royston&lt;br /&gt;3) Zhili&lt;br /&gt;4) Fabian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5) John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6) Clifford&lt;br /&gt;7) Asaph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8) Andre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;9) Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10) Alda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Who is No.6 having relationship with?): &lt;strong&gt;My best friend, Alda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Is No.9 a male or female): &lt;strong&gt;Female&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If No.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?): &lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK?! I'll get together with Cliffy then, LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What is No. 2 studying?): &lt;strong&gt;Subjects.. =.="&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When was the last time you chatted with No. 3): &lt;strong&gt;This afternoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(What type of music does 8 likes?): &lt;strong&gt;No idea. Rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Does No.1 has any siblings): &lt;strong&gt;Of course, I'm one of them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Will you woo No.3?): &lt;strong&gt;MAYBE? haha! kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(How about No.7?): &lt;strong&gt;Oh, he's already my boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Is No.4 single?): &lt;strong&gt;Yup, as far as I know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whats the surname of No. 5): &lt;strong&gt;Goh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whats the hobby of No. 4): &lt;strong&gt;Playing soccer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Do No.5 and 9 get along well?): &lt;strong&gt;They don't know each other..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Where is No.2 studying?): &lt;strong&gt;Hua Yi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Say something casual about No.1): &lt;strong&gt;You love fruits a tad too much..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Have you tried developing feelings for No.8?): &lt;strong&gt;He's my boyfriend's brother. Out of question.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Where does No.9 lives?): &lt;strong&gt;Redhill?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(What colour does No.4 like): &lt;strong&gt;Maybe black? Not too sure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Are No.1 and 5 best friends?): &lt;strong&gt;Pretty good friends. kaisi went gaga over john for sometime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does No.7 likes No.2?): &lt;strong&gt;Asaph, do you like Royston?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(How you get to know No.2?): &lt;strong&gt;Secondary one classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Does No.1 has any pets): &lt;strong&gt;Only fruits.. haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I went out with DeXiang today! Been 2 years since I last met him! But all we talk about were poly stuffs and army. Haha! I had a crush on him for awhile last time, woops never tell Asaph before :D Not convenient to post his picture also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, applied for GEMS today :D with the help of Zhili, thanks! Very happy cuz every Friday I get to be in the same class as Asaph!! Looking forward to metamorphosis for book-making!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Difference between Kai Ling and Kai Si:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111949852408130722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RvFLTnZlrKI/AAAAAAAAAVM/GMiCtrfDtns/s400/IMG_1123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have dark eye circles, she doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm more tanned than her. Just a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's got better skin. Mine's very dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got darker eyebrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looks better with hair tied, opposite for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her teeth is neat[braces does wonders], I've got vampire teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's chubbier on the face. My face is thin, making me look very haggard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's left-handed, I'm right-handed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm attached, she's not,YET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yawn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yawn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't wanna blog already. School reopening soon, can't wait! Holidays are boring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-6872150266113112693?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6872150266113112693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=6872150266113112693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6872150266113112693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6872150266113112693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-by-fabian-and-asaph.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RvFLTnZlrKI/AAAAAAAAAVM/GMiCtrfDtns/s72-c/IMG_1123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-2422524274469185064</id><published>2007-09-19T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:58:01.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;its my turn to blog now. i've been asked to do some stuff so i'll do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Person who tagged you) : Fabian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(My relationship with him/her) : Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(5 impression you have on him/her): humourous, clever, noisy at times, gets pissed easily, cheerful&lt;br /&gt;(The most memorable thing she/he has done for you): help me whenever i got leg cramps. appreciate that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(The most memorable words she/he has said to you): hmm.. cant recall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(If she/he becomes your lover,you will): shave bald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(If he/she becomes your enemy,you will): shave him bald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(If he/she becomes your enemy the reason will be): he's an indian in disguise. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(The desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Your overall impression of him/her is): very good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(How do you think people around you feel about you): that i dont know, ask them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Characteristics you love about urself): i can keep my cool without blowing up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Characteristics you hate about urself): sometimes i'll get rather introvert&lt;br /&gt;(The most ideal person you want to be is): a family man, loaded with money and be successful. or i can be the next Thierry Henry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(For people who care and likes you, say something to them): i care and like you, say something to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Pass this quiz to 10 ppl that you wish to know how they feel bout you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Noor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) Kellyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) KaiSi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) Mandy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) Kailing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6) YanTing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7) Leslie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8) JiaWei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9) TeckYong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10) JiaQian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Who is No.6 having relationship with?): Man Utd and Alex Ferguson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Is No.9 a male or female): Male&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(If No.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?): Hmm, not really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(What is No. 2 studying?): Something which i forgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(When was the last time you chatted with No. 3): last week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(What type of music does 8 likes?): Jazz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Does No.1 has any siblings): Yup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Will you woo No.3?): She's my girlfriend's sister!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(How about No.7?): a god? not advisable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Is No.4 single?): nope, attached to my brother. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Whats the surname of No. 5): Ang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Whats the hobby of No. 4): beats me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Do No.5 and 9 get along well?): never met before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Where is No.2 studying?): TP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Say something casual about No.1): you're casual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Have you tried developing feelings for No.8?): HIM!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Where does No.9 lives?): Near No.6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(What colour does No.4 like): beats me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Are No.1 and 5 best friends?): good friends, not best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Does No.7 likes No.2?): never met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(How you get to know No.2?): classmates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Does No.1 has any pets): err.. nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;phew.. finally that chunk done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-2422524274469185064?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2422524274469185064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=2422524274469185064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/2422524274469185064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/2422524274469185064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-my-turn-to-blog-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-8517513704684423862</id><published>2007-09-14T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T16:08:47.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipod Touch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presents'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi there! Thought maybe I blog a bit before I go out. Teehee! Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY FEEZ! &amp; HAPPY BIRTHDAY FABIAN! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the rest of the presents I received besides those I've blogged out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something from BingSheng, Andrew &amp; Richie!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109950743798308290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RuoxILfXXcI/AAAAAAAAASY/fD5CFoAfWg4/s400/IMG_0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anything Whatever LUL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109951671511244242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruox-LfXXdI/AAAAAAAAASg/vMslM4lp7c0/s400/IMG_0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turned out to be a little necklace with my name on it! :) I even heard that BS had a hard time picking the alphabets out. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109954003678485986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo0F7fXXeI/AAAAAAAAASo/Ece6HCKMbMs/s400/IMG_0849.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Something from the four girls; Bearbear, Feez, Evonn*, Jinglin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109954781067566578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo0zLfXXfI/AAAAAAAAASw/5vOUPieSyUg/s320/IMG_0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Bangles from Diva, and necklace from.. maybe online shopping or smth? I don't know. :D Thanks girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109955395247889922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo1W7fXXgI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9zp76S3tp9A/s400/IMG_0852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, now I introduce little horse. Given by Lihao, and don't know who else. Woops..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109956524824288786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo2YrfXXhI/AAAAAAAAATA/KL6NgxGkK1k/s400/IMG_0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; From Mandy and Andre, something from Esprit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109956958615985698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo2x7fXXiI/AAAAAAAAATI/dZoiVS8DTsg/s320/IMG_0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; A white tank top!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109957564206374450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo3VLfXXjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JoNLMSRktJU/s400/IMG_0857.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My sis put something in my wardrobe. A little pack with this... Hello, you typed Kai Ling?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109958719552577090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo4YbfXXkI/AAAAAAAAATY/ui3xiaE8UnY/s320/IMG_0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heh, Little Miss bad in the pack! Thanks sis! Now I look like her =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109959621495709266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo5M7fXXlI/AAAAAAAAATg/iW1OxV41pys/s400/littlemissbad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm.. Something from NanHong. He's Nanqiang's brother anyway. Long story bout how I got to know him. Haha! He stalked me last year. A deck of cards and some candies inside :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109960892806028898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo6W7fXXmI/AAAAAAAAATo/R94-as6Dytw/s320/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm, went to Changi Airport with Asaph a few days ago to have lunch at the staff food court. Heh heh.. Very cheap and big big serving. :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109961610065567346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo7ArfXXnI/AAAAAAAAATw/X2JMPAN4yWI/s400/IMG_0903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then yesterday, we went to Bugis to shop for Fabian's present. And also to eat Sakae. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He made me promise I'll go to Fabian's birthday with him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109962847016148610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo8IrfXXoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZYKZzXoQWoI/s400/IMG_0934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spray you! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109963431131700882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo8qrfXXpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/8IzlOJC4d0U/s400/IMG_0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I realised he did a similar pose last time too. haha! Funny.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109964079671762594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo9QbfXXqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/g5y-d-GZ2t4/s400/P1110206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, bought some stuffs for myself. A pair of white slim leg jeans from Topshop!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109964741096726194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo927fXXrI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/2AqM57UTdjI/s400/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two casual jerseys from topshop as well. Random pick the colours.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109965247902867138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo-UbfXXsI/AAAAAAAAAUY/22s5g54FGSA/s400/IMG_0954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lastly, a Superman Teeshirt! :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109965763298942674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Ruo-ybfXXtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/vjIuUpTr1kU/s400/IMG_0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Seem to have more clothes lately. But I think I need more than that. Still thinking of getting the new black ladies jeans from Levi's which costs $189.90........ and on a very happy note, I'm getting the Ipod Touch!! :D &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109967159163313890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RupADrfXXuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/O_V-1b90h58/s400/Ipod.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;I'm off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-8517513704684423862?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8517513704684423862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=8517513704684423862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/8517513704684423862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/8517513704684423862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi-there-thought-maybe-i-blog-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RuoxILfXXcI/AAAAAAAAASY/fD5CFoAfWg4/s72-c/IMG_0848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-7462590165716683487</id><published>2007-09-08T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:00:13.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy first year, Asaph :)&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;I feel like typing alot, alot. From the start how everything happened and all. But well... maybe its not a good idea to make known to people. Low profile... Low profile... But I must say, its a great one year spent with my dear Surfy. Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much on my mind, feel so restricted to share. I typed, I erase. Typed again, erase yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're suppose to spend this special day together but its okay. Sometimes things cropped up at the most unsuitable time. But its alright, there are still many many days ahead :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to blog about yesterday's celebration. Celebrated mine, Feez and Roys birthday. Well, mine's belated. Theirs was advanced. Ate stingray, got a cake, Roys ruin it by blowing out the candles before Feez make her wish, cut cake, distribute accordingly by month, eat, play with cream EWWWWWW [and poor chongkiat]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well these is the group photo. Anyway the Little Miss Bad tee was given by my sis :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107840432459941730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RuKxz5InB2I/AAAAAAAAARA/HY4Apep3x-Q/s400/IMG_0819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Three pretty girls. No wait, four? :P &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107841063820134258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RuKyYpInB3I/AAAAAAAAARI/IcoOa5XbvGI/s320/IMG_0821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Feez's sexy butt, lol!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107841622165882754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RuKy5JInB4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/IasDWRlXq1A/s400/IMG_0823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Roys wants attention.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107842463979472786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RuKzqJInB5I/AAAAAAAAARY/fdLZuuW23IE/s400/IMG_0824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Sylar wants your brain.. What ability does Chongkiat have??&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107843099634632610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RuK0PJInB6I/AAAAAAAAARg/1-_J9WV546o/s320/IMG_0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While the cream war's going on, little Cliffy decided that the best thing to do, is to hide.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107843533426329522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RuK0oZInB7I/AAAAAAAAARo/0nLRpiVkxmU/s320/IMG_0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;War of the day. VONVON VS GCK!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107844847686322114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RuK105InB8I/AAAAAAAAARw/9y3wq2_a-4E/s400/IMG_0838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107845199873640402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RuK2JZInB9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/fpa9O9COLaA/s400/IMG_0839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107845818348931042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RuK2tZInB-I/AAAAAAAAASA/nieodw4MiA8/s400/IMG_0840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107846136176510962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RuK2_5InB_I/AAAAAAAAASI/-HD6meE4JZs/s400/IMG_0841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have many more photos but don't have the mood to blog already.. Thanks for all the other presents I received. So many bling blings this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To end off, Jia hui says bye!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107846917860558850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RuK3tZInCAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2V3rAgmzsBM/s400/IMG_0778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[PS: one hour left to midnight. I really hope Asaph will come and meet me]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-7462590165716683487?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7462590165716683487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=7462590165716683487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7462590165716683487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7462590165716683487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-first-year-asaph-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RuKxz5InB2I/AAAAAAAAARA/HY4Apep3x-Q/s72-c/IMG_0819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-2692475632190160029</id><published>2007-09-06T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T02:22:55.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virgo Woman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VIRGO WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be similar to Leo woman in appearance. A slim woman who walks with confident and proud. &lt;strong&gt;She has an egg shape facial structure, high and round forehead&lt;/strong&gt;. She likes to look straight as if she is searching. She is not a pretentious type and will always say what she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see Virgo woman walks fast. She will try her best to be perfect, to look perfect and to feel perfect even though there is no such perfection. She is very delicate of what and how she dress. She is bright and easily despair with obstacles. &lt;strong&gt;She likes smart guys&lt;/strong&gt; who will be compatible with her, so if you are a rich dumb guy, you can forget about her right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is not a very possessive or jealous person&lt;/strong&gt; for she expect respect from her love one. She does not like a part time lover, or a temporary mate. &lt;strong&gt;If she finds her dream man, she will not go away.&lt;/strong&gt; If she does not like you, she will always keep a certain distant. Act proper and appropriate is her discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She does not like and can not stand bad languages, cursing words or phrase. She likes a gentleman who open the doors for her. She wants to feel protected and when a man taking care of her, she will feel like a complete woman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She memorizes everything about other people and about herself very well. She can really keep secret, you can trust her on this. She likes a refreshing and a mild scent. She is very delicate in maintaining her beauty, so you could see she is seriously picking soap which match and most suit her skin. Do not comments her on this very picky habits, it is her happiness in working full times as a self beautifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not an innocent angle for sometimes she can be as tough as steel. &lt;strong&gt;Even she easily despairs, she is not the type to cry over it.&lt;/strong&gt; She is a shy type, so making speech in front of the room can make her nervous even she walks and talks confidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She only search for true love, not just any love&lt;/strong&gt;. Her love is an ideal one. She likes to think no one is neater and as effective as her, which can irritate you sometimes for there is no such thing. &lt;strong&gt;She likes sweet talk&lt;/strong&gt;, but she can slip and say something unpredictable and unbearable to you too. When she stops getting mad, she will totally forget what she just said and be an angle again. If you have a date with her , you'd better be there on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers and sweet word can calm her down. If you want to say sorry , make it brief and straight forward. Do not drag your apologetic words into a long making it up events, it could lead you to another world war. &lt;strong&gt;She likes her man to dress nice and clean&lt;/strong&gt;. She is good in details especially with money. Do not make her thinks that she is a clown or funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of knowing her, please try not to glance at other pretty woman so much. Early period of dating her, try not to hold her so much in public, it would not be a proper thing to do. She loves books, stage play and music and likes to criticize about them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criticism woman is her icon including big and small things in life starting from your hair, your dress , and the way you talk. If you are in love with her, be as almost perfect as your can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-2692475632190160029?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2692475632190160029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=2692475632190160029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/2692475632190160029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/2692475632190160029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/virgo-woman-she-will-be-similar-to-leo.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-1778984377041643538</id><published>2007-09-06T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T02:22:30.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love asaph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roys'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! It was great today, movie tiemz and free treat from ROYSTON SIM. Had Spageddies which was awesome. I've always loved seafood. Crabs, Mussels, Prawns, Crayfish, Fish, everything. Haha! Italian soda's just........... sprite? with some raspberry flavour. Make it sound so nice, ITALIAN SODA. Thanks Roys, great time spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh ya, cannot forget to thank Mandy and Andre of course ;D They got me an Exprit tank top, thanks thanks thanks! and a card too! Yeah Mandy, can tell Andre didn't contribute to the card. hahah! Very much appreciated, both of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna be together for a year already.. The longest relationship I have. And normally my past relationships would have gone bland by this time. But he's just different. Love him more and more, still look at him with admiration, filled with love. There had been so much let downs, mistakes, forgiveness, coldness, but even more joy, love and happiness. Thanks, and I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!! Can't believe i'm typing these :)&lt;br /&gt;So I've asked Asaph to help me come up with a Virgo description. Actually more of a Kai Ling analysis. heheh! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's nothing much for me to update for now. Except to look forward to training tomorrow *rolls eyes*. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M 17!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kailing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-1778984377041643538?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1778984377041643538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=1778984377041643538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1778984377041643538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1778984377041643538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi-it-was-great-today-movie-tiemz-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-1868486175670764380</id><published>2007-09-05T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:37:09.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as promised, i'm gonna blog bout kailings's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought her to do a brazilian(no dont fantasize), but it isnt a wax, just a buffet dinner. &lt;a href="mailto:Carnivore@Vivo"&gt;Carnivore@Vivo&lt;/a&gt;. the food there is WOW!!! succulent pieces of meat just keeps coming. bet my dad will eat his heart out. anyway, the buffet isnt the normal buffet style. the chefs grilled the meat, takes them out from the fire, brings the entire damn chunk of meat to your plate, and slices one piece for you. think sashimi, one single stroke and the beef is lying on your plate pleading you to eat it. yum. the brazilian birthday song was very nice, the staff were so enthusiastic bout singing the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she enjoyed herself and she loves the present. its money well spent to see her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS MAN&lt;br /&gt;A man who loves social life and curious about every new progress, new development to make sure he is in the era and always have all up date information. He likes to know what is the latest trend of fashion and make sure he is not out of style. You can easily spot him at the grand opening of new pub, new restaurant for he loves to participate in social activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a few Sagittarius who is a private person as well, but you could see that he will be ahead of his friends. He will knows what is the best seller book, what are the top 10 hot hit of the week. The hottest movies showing now, he must have already seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates routine, It makes him bored. He likes to get to his goals and succeeding in doing so is his true reward. Money making is O.K. but it is not his true joy, for he can easily spent them in a short while. They say if you want the truth, go and ask Sagittarius. They are right, you can ask him and he will tell you all the truth and very straight forward. Even he may speak bluntly, his friends loves him. If you have problems, all your friends may feel sorry for you, but Sagittarius will be the one who will give you a helping hand first and even expect no return favor. That's why he is a real charmer even sometimes big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he is mad , he can be quite fierce but quickly dissolve and easily forgotten. He is not a person who will take a revenge, so if he say he going to burn down your house, you can relax. He likes compliments and sweet words, so you can manipulate him easily. If he knows you are not sincere, you will totally become meaningless to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Sagittarius are gifted musician, or singer. He is a happy soul, has a good humor and has lots of jokes. He loves freedom, lively and very energetic. If he is working, he will take his job seriously. He likes to travel, likes to see new exciting places. Going out or traveling make him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius man is like a free bird. He lives as if everyday is Sunday. He will hardly be in a bad mood, but if he is in a bad mood, you will better leave his sight. If you want to talk to him in such mood, try to avoid issue of commenting his life. He flirts like other man, but he has a built in brake, so he will come back to you by himself. If he disappear for a few days, not to worry for he is only recharging his battery to be that same lively person again, then he will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has allergies to Pretty woman, so in love with many woman for him would be normal. Setting dating schedule is his games and it's fun for him, and this will keep him from being bored. He hates obligations, so the word "marriage" would suffocated him. If you allow him to have freedom, he will not go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He falls in love as easy as he catches cold, especially if she is cute, funny and she has a strong personality. No one can tell how long he will be in love each time. If you want to really hold Sagittarius man, act like you are in an adventure movie. At all time, you should make yourself lively, tells him some jokes, always be cute so that it will ease up his allergy to other pretty woman a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that me?? bits and pieces are true but not all. go figure out which parts are me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went bounty hunting with zhili just now. junk food hunting. i spent 10 bucks!!! very heavy. yummy, late nights will never be the same again. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-1868486175670764380?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1868486175670764380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=1868486175670764380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1868486175670764380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1868486175670764380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-promised-im-gonna-blog-bout.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-7774697776610110369</id><published>2007-09-04T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:22:31.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello. This is Kai Ling here, faster than Asaph in updating :D I'm having cramps but its all from the training yesterday. Crutches, push-ups, owwww.. But thats not the point. I'm going to post about my birthday!! Excited?!?!?!?! Please at least act like you are.. However, there's waaaaaaay too many photos so I'll just post the main ones. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Firstly, lovely classmates who celebrated for me, Amber and Kiat Hua on 1st september! We're september babies. Went to NYDC for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The classmates who turned up! Thanks so much..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106048529154376866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxUFZInBKI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZkM3EvR5ERI/s320/DSCF2495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and by the way, there's 2 cakes on that day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chocolate addiction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106048795442349234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxUU5InBLI/AAAAAAAAALs/UpJJv7UBomA/s400/DSCF2489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mango cake!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106049658730775746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxVHJInBMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CVzJmVqAvvw/s400/DSCF2511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Kiat Hua! We're both born on 3rd september!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106050719587697874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxWE5InBNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/JkLlJVZ_W48/s320/DSCF2508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3 birthday girls. Amber's on 5th sept :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106051819099325682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxXE5InBPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UpOY80-wXWU/s320/DSCF2490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, took neoprints with some of my classmates too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106080840193345314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxxeJInByI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6wWGU5BFFU8/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106080951862495026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxxkpInBzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ONpTDi1Ll7U/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106081102186350402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxxtZInB0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/K0JNWySezk4/s400/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106081222445434706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rtxx0ZInB1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6y1Cq7Q_DT8/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little present from my classmates. haha. Just what I needed! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106052261480957186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxXepInBQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/K139jvbKfsI/s400/IMG_0763.JPG" border="0" /&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well actually.. At around 12am of my birthday, Asaph called and asked me to go downstairs. When I saw him, he presented a little cake with a litted candle to me, and sang a birthday song into my ear softly. Awww.. So touched! Ate the cake without a fork, so I keep having cream on my nose. Rahhhh!! After I finished the cake, he asked me to close my eyes. No I didn't peep at all :D In front of me was a SKIN paper bag. Goodness gracious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106072237373851250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxppZInBnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0l0j6vw8Lt8/s400/IMG_0774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What's inside then? :) I found a card. He made me a lovely card! Its the first card he ever made for someone. How sweet.. Must've spent lots of time and effort, thanks baby! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106073272460969602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxqlpInBoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/PVPNzOzZ9Cg/s400/IMG_0775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bejeweled couture top! yay! With 29 Swarovski crystal. Bling! Can't really see the bling from the picture cuz of the flash, hehe.. Love it! Must've cost a bomb! Its limited edition, with only 1 piece available. lol! LOVE IT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106074475051812498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxrrpInBpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XusylMVEgZo/s400/IMG_0758.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106074792879392418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rtxr-JInBqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/na4ntggHObY/s320/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106075192311350962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxsVZInBrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tktk0DmJOBE/s400/IMG_0761.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks so much! I love you..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NEXT UP! Family celebration.. Well, there's only my sister and mummy but they made it great too! Kaisi baked an oreo cheesecake for me! :D Its yummy and thumbs up for first try!! Though the kitchen is strictly out of bounds when she was baking. The result? See it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106053803374216466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxY4ZInBRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MSO0zFhUr_Y/s400/IMG_0703.JPG" width="378" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The cover. Heheh, DIY style. Thanks sis!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106054469094147362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxZfJInBSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7fWXEfbLgt0/s400/IMG_0704.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Teehee, me with oreo cheesecake! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106055126224143666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxaFZInBTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_2CV2H3dH-U/s400/IMG_0709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Heh, I'll skip the usual wishing, blowing candles and cutting part. Here's my Me and kaisi! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106055985217602882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rtxa3ZInBUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6uOM83m_O9k/s400/IMG_0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106056135541458258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxbAJInBVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Xj3B3UE7ieI/s400/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, it was a pity I had to rush out right after eating the cake. Meet Asaph what! :D We went to vivo and it was quite difficult choosing a place to have our dinner. Haha! In the end settled for dinner buffet at a Brazilian restaurant called Carnivore! Man, the food is great and worth every penny! Asaph's treat, though. :P&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106058235780466018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rtxc6ZInBWI/AAAAAAAAANE/EFe3M4brSjQ/s400/IMG_0736.JPG" width="336" border="0" /&gt;Waiters who are well trained go from tables to tables, slicing grilled meat for customers. Such a cool way to serve food. Mutton, chicken, fish, beef, ham, sausages. They have everything! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106058880025560434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rtxdf5InBXI/AAAAAAAAANM/Xxq-AJ13xSE/s320/IMG_0727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too busy indulging in our food to take photos. Heh! Go try it! He loves his food :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106060267299997074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxewpInBZI/AAAAAAAAANY/IQWC5REambk/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of a sudden, Alda boo-ed me from behind. Gave me a fright. Clifford came too! So 4 of us had our buffet together. So nice.. Here's my two lovely friends :D Both of them wore GAP tee btw, heheh. Alda and Clifford!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106063067618674098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxhTpInBbI/AAAAAAAAANo/mzFK59z2KR0/s320/DSCN0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Asaph and me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106063488525469122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxhsJInBcI/AAAAAAAAANw/PYrK7NGyC60/s320/DSCN0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was shocked suddenly. A mountain of many cupcakes was presented to me. Everyone was clapping and the staffs singing a birthday song for me, in brazilian language. So sweet! Such a pleasant surprise! :D Should've video-ed the process down but then its meant to be a surprise for me so no choice! Me with my birthday cupcakes! Oh, and I was wearing Asaph's blazer, lol!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106063978151740882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxiIpInBdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/88R27NiBCn0/s400/DSCN0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wish a little wish...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106065120613041650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxjLJInBfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/drWhFpgvzW4/s400/DSCN0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let you all have a clearer view of the yummy cupcakes! :D &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106064721181083106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="276" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rtxiz5InBeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cJQYHd0Q2-0/s400/DSCN0042.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;Gave some to the staffs there cuz there were so many! :) Well the guys settled the bill and then off we go for a little window shopping. Want the Club Marc Bag and belt :'( Haha! Anyway it was more photos time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alda and me! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106066525067347458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rtxkc5InBgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ofY7qVohab0/s400/DSCN0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106066980333880850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rtxk3ZInBhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/JY82VDGCrOE/s320/DSCN0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Asaph!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106067603104138786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxlbpInBiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pWijyz1GJ5Q/s400/DSCN0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lovely couple.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106068234464331314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxmAZInBjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kjPAHplAoj4/s400/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Clifford!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106069097752757842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxmypInBlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/veuQTSquJRY/s400/IMG_0744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106068736975504962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxmdpInBkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/gAbwox5vMvc/s400/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dearest Asaph and me!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106069535839422050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxnMJInBmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/y_WZzvB0ep8/s400/IMG_0745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alda and Clifford gave me a lovely box..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106076235988403906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxtSJInBsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/x8nf0n_2RuI/s320/IMG_0739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I first open, I saw this!! The legendary cow! :D Thanks butter!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106077683392382674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxumZInBtI/AAAAAAAAAP4/a853Kx1gxbg/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Contents of card private. A pair of earrings from River Island by Alda!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106078100004210402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rtxu-pInBuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/7MQ2Yrc8NHA/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A snoopy teeshirt from the two of them! Muahaha, I love it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106078542385841906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxvYZInBvI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Otyb14bJMYE/s400/IMG_0756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106079019127211778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rtxv0JInBwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2IDzCPb5Gr4/s320/IMG_0757.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Well.. When I got home, I also found an Ang Bao between my laptop. From dad! Money never goes wrong. Hehehe. And my little cousins gave me a playboy necklace! Haha..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106079959725049618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rtxwq5InBxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/X7PJiSH2w2Y/s400/IMG_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thats about all for now. Thanks everyone who wished me.. For those belated wishes, treats or presents from some of my friends, I appreciate it too. I had a pleasant and lovely birthday. Special thanks to Asaph, who did so much to make my birthday a great one. I hope to spend many more birthdays with you, and of course give you an enjoyable birthday when its your turn. Love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good night all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-7774697776610110369?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7774697776610110369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=7774697776610110369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7774697776610110369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7774697776610110369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtxUFZInBKI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZkM3EvR5ERI/s72-c/DSCF2495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-5758430299023080044</id><published>2007-09-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T23:15:06.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Kailing!!! i'll go on the details later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-5758430299023080044?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5758430299023080044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=5758430299023080044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5758430299023080044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5758430299023080044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-to-kailing-ill-go-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-6198715274539459814</id><published>2007-09-02T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:20:20.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm going to be 17 in less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my classmates who celebrated my birthday with me yesterday. And a little bear bank is just what I needed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was rather fine today, I tried on the position of a goalie for fun. Not too bad. Just that I always believe that kneeling destroys the knees. Haha, and the whole outfit is so warm. Teehee, good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of my day watching Heroes. Great for killing time. And its extremely addictive. Once you start, you can't stop. Who can bear not knowing what happens next? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go back to watching Heroes. Nothing much for me to blog about. OH OH, yesterday I went to party world with my mom, uncle and sis. I drank a cup of hot honey and then my voice went squeaky for a good few hours. As in, my voice totally changed and I can't speak certain words that require more effort. My mouth will open, wanting to speak but nothing can be heard. Very funny. Haha. A macdonald's supper cured everything. How odd.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off. I want to be a hero too. :D&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-6198715274539459814?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6198715274539459814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=6198715274539459814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6198715274539459814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6198715274539459814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-6272997855990029602</id><published>2007-08-31T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T03:15:46.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out with 4 friends for Sakae Sushi today. It was a treat from the birthday boy. Thanks! Me, fann &amp; jun [nigel's friend] helped Nigel make-over. Make him buy Topshop skinny jeans &amp;amp; polo tee, Everlast sneakers and go to REDS for a hair cut. Poor guy spent so much, haha! But worthwhile cuz he look much better in my opinion. Wanted to shop for some clothes and heels for myself but to no avail. Nothing catches my eye. The top at Dorothy Perkins looked nice but the smallest size is still too big. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I would like to share with everyone the story of Andrew's little kitten.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104563703125574738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtcNpJInBFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NANzBb7I8Yo/s400/Meowww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, Andrew was in the kitchen at a point of time. As he turned around, to his astonishment, a little kitten was staring at him with innocent beady eyes, something like this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104566340235494498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtcQCpInBGI/AAAAAAAAALE/Y2UJAqTnDLw/s400/Shrek2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Interview session:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Andrew shares his encounter with kitty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nDrew:&lt;em&gt; i was in the kitchen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nDrew: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i turned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;nDrew: &lt;em&gt;BOOM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nDrew: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this lil kitty stared up with those BUBBLY EYES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;nDrew:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; i knew it was saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;nDrew: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME WANT FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;nDrew : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;those eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;nDrew: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;nDrew: &lt;em&gt;yet so devil-ish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh doesn't the little kitty bears a striking resemblence to puss in boots?? And so, Andrew looked at kitty and figured that it must have an owner since its so groomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and he remarked..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nDrew&lt;em&gt;: so i decided to keep it until the owner posts Rewards for returning it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How smart of my friend, I'm so proud of him. Well, Andrew and kitty played. And the next day, Royston decided to go over to Andrew's place to play with little kitty too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and his commented..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nDrew: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the next day royston came and played with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;nDrew: &lt;em&gt;it liked me better then royston thou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nDrew:&lt;em&gt; considering how many cat pictures he must have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nDrew: &lt;em&gt;the cat must think royston is a cat flirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That Saturday night, Andrew passed by the kitchen to the toilet. He saw that the kitten was on the couch but not asleep. And before he slept...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nDrew: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was sure i closed every possible openings at the living room before i went back into my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;nDrew: &lt;em&gt;make sure the car dont anyhow run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day, the news struck sleepy Andrew. Still in a sleepy state, this is what Andrew's brother told him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro: &lt;em&gt;dude... u know the cat?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nDrew: &lt;em&gt;ya?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro: &lt;em&gt;it kinda...died&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nDrew:&lt;em&gt; *still in drowsy mood* k.. how?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro: &lt;em&gt;it pulled 'the spiderman' out the kitchen window, mom found it on the floor&lt;/em&gt; this morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes you heard it right. The kitten actually managed to jump out of the window and drop dead on the ground in the middle of the night. Poor little kitten ended its life just like that. But the weird thing is, HOW DID IT MANAGE TO FLY OUT OF THE WINDOW?! The mystery remains unknown. Nobody knows, some things are better let unknown forever. Want to know the what's even scarier?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nDrew:&lt;em&gt; i heard from my bro its eyes werent there when they found it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nDrew: &lt;em&gt;the cat's body was there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nDrew: &lt;em&gt;eyeballs werent there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never mind bout how his brother knows. I don't want to know too. This is the end of Andrew's one &amp; only chapter [poor thing]. &lt;strong&gt;The Cat.&lt;/strong&gt; This is a real life story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok I'm done and should get to bed NOW. Tomorrow's gonna be a busy busy day. Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-6272997855990029602?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6272997855990029602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=6272997855990029602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6272997855990029602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6272997855990029602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-went-out-with-4-friends-for-sakae.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtcNpJInBFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NANzBb7I8Yo/s72-c/Meowww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-5195591847448086907</id><published>2007-08-30T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T02:45:20.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this morning i went to Fico Sports Hub to play soccer. not much comments actually. but i injured myself seriously. my left leg 2nd toe got whacked by teckloong, my shin got kicked by him too. and my lower back's bruised cuz i attempted to do a bicycle kick. it succeeded but i landed rather awkwardly and i injured myself. the pain was really sharp, OUCH. had dinner with kailing. ate stingray and lala. its really nice, i want a giant piece of stingray!!! i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of so many things to blog about but i keep forgetting them. it always happen, i think i need a new phone so that i can blog when on the move. hahaaa. oh oh, i got my new computer already. the graphics really rock and so does my 20" LCD screen. i gotta get games now to fully maximise the computer. i plan to save and buy original games cuz i dont want any shit to be happening to my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailing's birthday i coming soon. 3 more days then its her birthday. got her present already but still keeping the tabs closed cuz its meant to be a pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need money to go shop for new clothes. my condition is dropping to critical already cuz i keep wearing the same clothes over and over again. i'll need a minimum amount of 500 bucks, but i gotta resist going into SKIN and other expensive shops. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, damn hungry. the pangs... Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-5195591847448086907?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5195591847448086907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=5195591847448086907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5195591847448086907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5195591847448086907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-morning-i-went-to-fico-sports-hub.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-4844223359485786634</id><published>2007-08-26T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T17:39:53.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah.. Great day spent yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent $144 on a pair of NIKEFREE 7.0 for my trainings, finally. Skipped the so delicious katong laksa at queensway cuz I was in a rush for movie(s). Haha! Met Roys, watched 2 movies yesterday, Rush Hour 3 and Dead Silence. Spent a grand sum of $200, big hole in my pocket. Damn the freaky billy doll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what happens, don't scream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to come up with a little list, especialy for Alda, if not she's gonna give me this really ugly present.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102889404614509570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtEa4JInBAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3XbXuNOWSA/s400/uglypresent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;No thanks butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt;NEED..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1)A pair of Levi's jeans! [or two, or three or many.. HAHAHA!] White, black, blue :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)Ear phone/piece for my laptop so that I can listen to songs in class, hoho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3)Camera yes yes yes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;4)Creative Vision M/W&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;5)MORE bags/clothes/heels [lol, so specific]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;6)Full set of make-up kit. [No thanks, just kiddin']&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;7)Big Angbao [Only Blue notes and above accepted]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;8)DIESEL jeans [sugardaddy anyone?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;9)Decent tops as in TEE SHIRTS. [levi's, junkfood, David&amp;Goliath, etc etc etc]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;10)Maybe some sexy lingerie [woops? :P]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;11)Alda's self-made card with your legendary cow drawn 17 times. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;12)NAMA ROYCE CHOC :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;13)A new thumbdrive [Mine's lost, sigh..]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;14)Perfume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;15)A gorgrous watch's fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;16)Stress Ball&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;17)just to make it to 17!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, 17 suggestions letting you be spoilt for choices. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Newyorknewyork kept calling me. I've learnt not to answer their calls :D Not gonna work this holiday I guess. I want to play all I can. Asaph Asaph Asaph!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102930228278658066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtFAAZInBBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/N6OEMRDRw44/s400/IMG_0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random photos:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In my dad's car "Hello!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102932105179366434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtFBtpInBCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MNd97CTdSbI/s400/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lovely sister :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102933075841975346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtFCmJInBDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1QwEtim_QvY/s400/IMG_0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To end off......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rah! Chicken head for you!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102934209713341506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtFDoJInBEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SASB8IXFxXQ/s400/CIMG0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-4844223359485786634?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4844223359485786634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=4844223359485786634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4844223359485786634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4844223359485786634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RtEa4JInBAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3XbXuNOWSA/s72-c/uglypresent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-7456837234900057758</id><published>2007-08-23T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:28:52.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incense'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just now when my mom phoned me to go help her with her shopping. i agreed and went down. but when i reached the lift lobby on my level, i was utterly horrified. there was a pile of incense ashes at the corner and quite a number of joss sticks lying around. soon, the ashes started to fly when the wind started to pick up. how horrible is this?? i mean, i dont complain much bout incense burning and all but this is certainly too much. how would others feel, say the malays and the indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indians: what is this pile of ash doing here!? such a nuisance, no basic courtesy at all. what's wrong with the chinese?? burn this burn that, burn everywhere. i want to complain to Town Council!!!(head's bobbing of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malays: what sial!?!? what the fuck is that sial!?!? bloody hell, stupid chinese sial, gila barbi, bodoh is it?? everytime say us pray very loud, you all funeral also noisy right!? now burn so smelly, fuck sial!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, no racism but that's how they'll feel. so please basic courtesy, burn your stuff in those metal cans they provide and not on the ground or on the grass. if Live Earth wanted to stop air pollution, they should've considered Asia cuz we, i mean they, not me, burn and burn and burn incense to a special group of deceased people. we have to be logical here, i'm not trying to be disrespectful and all but, you really think those dead will receive your "cash" and go shopping for their Guccis and Armanis in perhaps, ParaGone?? no right. that's what they say, not what they've seen. so until you've seen it, nothing's for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hard feelings, just that my feelings aren't soft in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-7456837234900057758?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7456837234900057758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=7456837234900057758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7456837234900057758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7456837234900057758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-now-when-my-mom-phoned-me-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-6861757857991076208</id><published>2007-08-23T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:23:17.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my last paper's on friday. majority of my friends ended their papers already with the exception of a few, which unfortunately and sadly, includes me. my last paper is microbiology. the thought of memorising scares me cuz seriously i'm not too good at memorising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some very interesting stuff for married couples or for the would-be(s), The Do's and Don'ts of Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i'm doing this, but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do's&lt;br /&gt;Always take a shower before jumping into bed. you wont to smell unpleasant and sour while you guys are having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreplay is important as it sets the mood and gets both the husband and the wife ready for the main course. Husbands, be patient and sensitive to your wife. know what she wants and if you really need to ask, ASK, you're suppose to make her feel good and pleasurable. same goes for the wives, make your husband feel like he's in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always ask for consent before getting into bed. you wont want to pounce on your grumpy husband who has just lost his job. this clears misunderstandings that happen when one party wants while the other doesnt. respect his or her decision, its better to be safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be adventurous and spontanous in bed. think of new positions that are thrilling and enjoyable for both parties. you wont want to be humping your wife while she's lying below you for the next 20 years unless you're a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that everytime you guys head for bed, you guys must enjoy it and be satisfied by each other, if not forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don'ts&lt;br /&gt;Strictly no threesomes. i know some greedy husbands out there who wants 2 ladies in bed with him, one stroking his dick while the other fondling his balls. Sex is for you and your wife and not a third party. Same for wives. One dick is more than enough, unless you're a whore in those 10 minutes-fuck-all-you-can pornography flicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, do not wank yourself after sex. it is VERY insulting to you wife as this shows that you're not satisfied and that you're better off youself. stay single if you plan to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't rush off for appointments while in the middle of a session. imagine your husband hitting the climax, squirting and making a mess of your vagina suddenly stops, puts on his clothes and then rush off. this is not prostitution going on dude. better off visiting a brothel right, bang-and-go.?? your wife will be fuming and she wont have sex with you for maybe the next week or two. Dont be too eager to end the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant think of any more stuff. hahaa. hope this helps. Remember, a healthy relationship between a husband and a wife is to communicate frequently, loving each other and the basic respect and care stuff and regular sex. dont avoid it, there's nothing filthy to it, its love at its purest, so enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little joke for a little laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine morning, while the husband was having his breakfast and reading his papers, his wife came into the kitchen and started a conversation with him.&lt;br /&gt;Wife(in an eager tone): come on hubby, lets go.&lt;br /&gt;Husband(not paying attention): where to?&lt;br /&gt;Wife: to renew our wedding vows.&lt;br /&gt;Husband(brightens up): you mean there's an expiry date!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont do that too, hahaa. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-6861757857991076208?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6861757857991076208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=6861757857991076208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6861757857991076208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6861757857991076208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-last-papers-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-174946389541142689</id><published>2007-08-22T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:24:51.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more losers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a while ago I was walking back home from the back of Hua Yi. This decent-looking guy in white long sleeve appeared out of nowhere, probably my age. I seriously don't know which way he came from and where he first saw me because it just doesn't seem so possible to appear suddenly and panting like he started running from Pasir Ris. Got a little shock when he suddenly approach me from the back and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: "Hey, do you think I can get to know you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Huh? Err.. *Shakes head with a cautious look*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: "Oh.. Erm.. Okay, thanks and bye"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: *Waves slightly*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok he's by far the most decent and polite stranger who gives up so fast and isn't irritating cuz he knows his limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, I was at commonwealth station, looking for Asaph cuz he's sitting somewhere. I was walking at a rather fast pace then, yet I sense someone hurriedly walking behind me at the same pace. So natural instinct I'll move to one side cuz I thought he's in a hurry more than me. Wrong! He's actually catching up with me and then when I move to one side he took his chance and ask me, in a coarse, irritating voice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: Xiao Jie, ke yi gen ni zuo peng you ma? [Miss, can I be your friend?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: (Such a turn off, become irritated and fyi, I always think ppl who ask this way is dumb and brainless) Huh, bu yao. (Notice I don't give him face and say no right into his face, without looking him in the eyes rudely)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: Bu yao zhe yang la. Zuo zuo peng you er yi ma.. [Don't like that la, be friends only what]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: (Super irritated) Dui bu qi, mei xing qu. [Sorry, not interested.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: (Continues pestering..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His train came, fortunately and he had no choice but to leave cuz I walked away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then there's this other time I'm in bus 334, sitting at the back. This Malay guy sat beside me. After like 5 mins of observation, he decided to introduce himself to me. So he shook my hand.&lt;em&gt;  Yadah yadah.. ask me where I stay, where I study blahblahblah.. &lt;/em&gt;Then finally he asked me for my number, thats still quite a long way from interchange. Horror, horror. I kept saying no and still give a forceful smile all the way to interchange then he give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another loser.&lt;br /&gt;That very same day I encountered two more losers in fareast plaza. Which I use the below number 1 method and it worked, losers=dumb too.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've thought of some ways to deal with losers like them.&lt;br /&gt;1) *Smiles cheerfully* Hey how about you give me your number? I'll call you.&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm not so sure, would you like to ask my boyfriend first?&lt;br /&gt;3) yeabutnobutyeabutnobutyeabutNO. [Haha. Royston thought of that. They'll think I'm retarded man]&lt;br /&gt;4) My mummy warned me not to anyhow give strangers my number, especially guys looking like you.&lt;br /&gt;5) Only drop dead gorgeous people can be my friends. You think you reach the standard yet?&lt;br /&gt;6) Damn, you look hideous. *gives disgusted face*&lt;br /&gt;7) NRIC or admin number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i forgot what me and royston discussed the other time. His methods are all so funny. Ok this is just a random post. Lalala~ Too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shop.&lt;br /&gt;I want movies.&lt;br /&gt;I want good food.&lt;br /&gt;All need money.&lt;br /&gt;Money=Need to work.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to work.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to work.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to work.&lt;br /&gt;Means cannot shop.&lt;br /&gt;Means no movies.&lt;br /&gt;Means no good food.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-174946389541142689?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/174946389541142689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=174946389541142689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/174946389541142689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/174946389541142689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-while-ago-i-was-walking-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-8678247848264395509</id><published>2007-08-20T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:47:51.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ge Tai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend Test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SLEEP'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes its my turn to blog. Kai Ling here anyway. Asaph's still having exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, to start off, I shall do what Asaph did. To post up a little boredom killer test for you guys, ALL ABOUT ME!! :D No harm trying it! Not easy if you don't know me well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/914378"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/914378/2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I smell fresh air. No lets not talk about the incense papers and joss sticks. I'm referring to the freedom, the end of exams! Hurray even though I'm mentally prepared to repeat some modules already. Oh ya talking bout 7th month, the ge tai at the field near my house is soooooo loud I can't type in peace. Sickening! And talking about ge tai, I went to watch 881 with my classmates just now. It was rather good, funny hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking whether I should get a job this holiday to earn some moolah. Need to go shopping and all you know. Then there's feesee and roys' birthdays, nydc class gathering, asaph&amp;amp;kailing's days which need lots and lots and lots of money. Haha! Not to forget movies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh after thinking for super duper long, I realise one thing.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NOTHING INTERESTING/UNINTERESTING TO BLOG ABOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams over, no more late night struggling with revision, no more waking up early. So NOW, I'm going to compensate myself all these losses. AND SLEEP TILL I DON'T HAVE ANY MORE PANDA EYES. Teehee, I know its impossible lah, idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to do the test ok! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-8678247848264395509?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8678247848264395509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=8678247848264395509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/8678247848264395509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/8678247848264395509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/yes-its-my-turn-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-3369246129921685844</id><published>2007-08-18T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T02:01:53.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there, i'm gonna blog again. this time round, let me reveal to you a bit of my dad's favourite hobby to you.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099725993697280946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RsXdxZInA7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/1LCdUe5Cb04/s320/IMG_0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this is my home theatre system. there's like 4 speakers, but my dad's using the front 2 currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099726448963814338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RsXeL5InA8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bonXCeHo718/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this little sandwich is damn powerful!!! no need for displays, only knobs. its a class A amplifier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099726844100805586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RsXei5InA9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qZaD7nCbmH4/s320/IMG_0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;his beloved television. always spends time tweaking the contrast, brightness and all.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099727780403676130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RsXfZZInA-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/lQlbHAFi49c/s320/IMG_0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;another amplifier, another of his darling.&lt;/p&gt;those are my dad's favourite past times. tweaking around and blasting those systems. they're totally awesome and i feel that his level is almost professional. the music and the sound effects are totall wicked to the extent that i cant really stand poor sound systems. not that i'm proud, but its just that after hearing something so good, you wont want something else of a lower level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and of course, not forgetting his two other precious darlings.................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099728467598443506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RsXgBZInA_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/i1zZg7gX_48/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;was at KFC just now. 2 girls talked really loud. screaming across the floor to some other guy. basic courtesy dimwits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm planning to join SP's Oops magazine crew as a writer. but first, i gotta win over their hearts by writing an article to them. dateline's 5th september. oh gosh, i hope i can impress them with my stuff and i get chosen and become a critically acclaimed writer for Oops. what a wishful thought, settle my exams first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what if i became the biggest dawg on the block in fashion consultancy and a world class hair-stylist?? life would be bliss. rubbing shoulders with celebs and all. &lt;strong&gt;damn&lt;/strong&gt;damn&lt;strong&gt;damn &lt;/strong&gt;random!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-3369246129921685844?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3369246129921685844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=3369246129921685844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/3369246129921685844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/3369246129921685844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-there-im-gonna-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RsXdxZInA7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/1LCdUe5Cb04/s72-c/IMG_0524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-5878072508573275903</id><published>2007-08-16T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:38:56.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi there. i'm in the midst of my exams right now. that explains why i'm not blogging much. anyway, i made this little thing up. go have a go at it, have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/896059"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/896059/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-5878072508573275903?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5878072508573275903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=5878072508573275903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5878072508573275903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5878072508573275903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/hi-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-7296046901058901038</id><published>2007-08-08T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:00:11.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. I just have to blog something at least. I'm sneezing. Now who's the culprit who misses me so much? Own up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Ling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-7296046901058901038?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7296046901058901038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=7296046901058901038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7296046901058901038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7296046901058901038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-singapore-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-1176887562617294848</id><published>2007-08-04T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:10:06.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to take the free 20 pairs of colour contact lenses yesterday. Asaph always eat mac. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he came over to my place and we practically waste our day playing neopets. Tried many many games, then he's so funny, kept rushing to any shop with stocks to buy anything he see. Crazy guy. BUT he sell things with profit so easily! So sickening. My account has more neopoints though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised Conan to help him out on National Day since I do not have any plans. But that just means one day without studying. You know how much I can learn in a day? =.=" Never mind. Nobody studies on National Day. Let me assume that, so shut up. Good thing is the pay. So much better than last time. Heheh, maybe I'll work at nyny again during my holidays. Of course I'll spare time for my lovely surf too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding exams, I haven't start on any module revision yet. When I'm totally clueless bout photoshop and the module exam is next wed, it simply means I'm gonna forward it. And forward it. And forward it again. lol, can't imagine. Damn I'm going to plan a timetable from today allllllll the way to exam ends. Oh well, this is Singapore, where education suck your brain juice dry. I would say opportunities are more important than a cert, so GO MAKE MORE FRIENDS NOW! I'd erm.. go feed my neopet for awhile. REALLY, AWHILE ONLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Happy belated birthday to yongxing. I can't msg him cuz my phone is spoilt. Sorry yongnai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-1176887562617294848?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1176887562617294848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=1176887562617294848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1176887562617294848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1176887562617294848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-went-to-take-free-20-pairs-of-colour.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-7763127559472148189</id><published>2007-08-03T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:03:29.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm currently in the neopets craze now. yes, i created an account a few days ago to kill time in school. hahaa. i was in the re-stock craze just now. just grab and buy, dont care what it is. hahaa. there's this job agency too. the jobs are gone in 25 seconds!!! can you imagine?? goodness. oh well, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i'm kinda fed up about something. and that's bout this month's issue of FHM. sickening! think 3 weeks ago, i bought it. i was happily reading through and all, right. then 2 weeks later, there were some freebies given off: nivea facial foam and shaving gel. i mean, oh my god!!! those 2 items itself cover the cost of the mag!!! goodness!!! the 100 sexiest section wasn't that very good too. sexiest woman goes to Andrea Fonseka of Deal or No Deal and hosting the upcoming reality show, Live the Dream. Jessica Alba is only 3rd, THIRD!!! argh... zzz. America one's nicer, much i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-7763127559472148189?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7763127559472148189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=7763127559472148189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7763127559472148189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7763127559472148189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-currently-in-neopets-craze-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-3172880569537806499</id><published>2007-07-31T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T16:00:49.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adobe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clap'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so glad that the CLAP! is over. Wore a purple baju kebaya and emcee in mandarin. Haha, terror is the disorder of the performances, messed up my well-organised script. HUR! Everything went well nonetheless. :D Now there's another burden. The exams are coming! My first module exam is next monday! Somebody please teach me all the adobe photoshop and all!!! I know nothing bout adobe! Sigh. Yan Ting? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, Asaph dared me to try this Meiji 99% cocoa chocolate. It sucks really. Each time I swallow abit, I felt like dying. So I was telling him if one day I'm the chosen one to save the world, and the only thing I have to do to save the whole world is to eat a small bar of that Meiji chocolate. Sorry, everyone can die with me, I'll never do that. HAHA! ITS THAT HORRIBLE. The rest of the chocolate is in my fridge, with the wrapper '99% cocoa' removed. So I'll see who's gonna be the next victim. My mom? Sis? Bro? or Dad? HAHA! Ok maybe not my sis, she's become a vegetarian and fruitarian. No junk food, no meat, little rice, plenty of fruits and veggie. How healthy! But you gotta pay a price for eating too many watermelons, so yesterday she cut her little finger with the knife [rather deep cut really] while cutting watermelon. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my thumbdrive just a few days ago. Sigh. Somebody please get me a new one on my birthday. Or maybe a pair of white diesel jean, lol. Ok I hear games calling out to me! [ok ok! On the way!] See? I'll upload some pictures on CLAP! when I get them from Skye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-3172880569537806499?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3172880569537806499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=3172880569537806499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/3172880569537806499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/3172880569537806499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-so-glad-that-clap-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-9085456949298760802</id><published>2007-07-29T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:17:48.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my darling's having a hard time eating chocolate now. well i thought so too. wanna know why?? cuz its cocoa concentration is 99% of the entire bar of chocolate. she ate only one-ninth of it only. i ate like eight-ninth of the entire bar the other time. horrid!!! nearly puked. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;our blog has like a thousand over hits already. so fast hit 1k. it was only up like 2 fridays ago. the average hits is like 64 per day. that's so wow. my old blog average daily hits is a humiliation. i guess its like 0.7 per day. hahaa. just a random number. oh well. think major contributions are from kailing's huge circle of friends. i'm just a guy who's contented with his little group of friends. hahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on friday, kaisi made sushi and had lots of left-over, like more than half a can of tuna?? and she made a nice hand-roll for me. it was like......... HUGE. really, i was gaping wide when she passed it to me. let me show you the picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092618995311923602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rqyd_o_5UZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/wgC0crvt5yA/s400/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gasp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092620361111523762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqyfPI_5UbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CwQj_8eoQkg/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092619901550023074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rqye0Y_5UaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WGC86Bey51E/s400/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Convinced that its huge??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but still i manged to finish it, except for the hotdog and crabstick. the tuna and all i gobbled them up. thanks Kaisi!!! remember to squeeze the tuna oil out next time like i told you so. hahaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;please listen to When You Were Young by The Killers. its really nice. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/UU22_I7RSg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/UU22_I7RSg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&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/7626783588335675450-9085456949298760802?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9085456949298760802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=9085456949298760802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/9085456949298760802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/9085456949298760802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-darlings-having-hard-time-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rqyd_o_5UZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/wgC0crvt5yA/s72-c/IMG_0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-4742903132710568153</id><published>2007-07-25T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:58:09.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandy this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandy that'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I removed the bling bling thing because Asaph thought its out of place. Oh well.. Anyway I haven't been doing much lately. On monday Asaph wanted to bring me to botak jones for dinner but it was closed. Bad luck. So we settled for western food at a random coffee shop in Clementi. Oh goodness the portion is sooooooo small that its only like appetizer to us, yet the ridiculous price. KFC completed our dinner, though. There are some unhappy stuffs going on lately. Its an on and off thing, driving me crazy. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Mandy blogged so 'much' about me. I should take the initative to return my 'kindness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy's the funny thanggg&lt;/strong&gt;. Mandy goes to school, Mandy scored pretty well for chinese, Mandy chatted with me yesterday, Mandy is chatting with me now, Mandy wants to watch harry potter, Mandy did not watch harry potter, Mandy taught me to apply saliva on my mosquito bite, Mandy was right, Mandy is as tall as me, &lt;strong&gt;Mandy is the funnier thanggg,&lt;/strong&gt; Mandy stays at redhill, Mandy is 3 years younger than me, Mandy's bf is my bf's brother, Mandy took a short nap just now, Mandy met me, Mandy asked me to take 145, Mandy smiled, Mandy wore blue striped top, Mandy said her bye, Mandy went home, Mandy is not tired anymore, Mandy's tanned, Mandy love chinese [yaaaaaa right :D], Mandy said Andre loves chinese [just kidding], &lt;strong&gt;Mandy is the funniest thangggggggggggggggggg!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who has a longer list without the ',,,'s? ;)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today isn't a perfect day. Nonetheless, I would like to end off with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU DEAR! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; Andre's sucha spoiler =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kailing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-4742903132710568153?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4742903132710568153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=4742903132710568153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4742903132710568153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4742903132710568153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-removed-bling-bling-thing-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-2371280956270230047</id><published>2007-07-25T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T13:22:11.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tests'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 guys gonna shit together, funny. that was what happened just now to me. i was on my way to T11A when i saw zhili and ivan on the way, they're going to shit too!!! hahaa. well, now i finally know who miss &lt;em&gt;cloud&lt;/em&gt; is. manage to clarify it abit. a wee bit of background information bout her, but they're still kinda vague. i wanna see her in person if possible. zhili, show &lt;em&gt;cloud&lt;/em&gt; to me, please!?!? oh well, heard from zhili that jiawei is now attached. such a big thing and i never knew bout it. how can you guys do this to me?? goodness. i've got a test later on at 3 and i'm instead of going through it now, i'm blogging. oh well. i thought there was gems test today but i found out there wasn't. tmr i've got math then thursday is a quick test. test test test. perhaps i'll just hold on and try to clear my modules and continue with the course. hopefully everything goes well. I'm sure you guys dont know but i'm contemplating whether to withdraw from my module. i wanted to so badly but due to some other factors, i thought that i'll just continue and try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm sorry darling for whatever that has happened. i love you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got till 3 to rot now. dang. youtube here i come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-2371280956270230047?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2371280956270230047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=2371280956270230047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/2371280956270230047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/2371280956270230047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/3-guys-gonna-shit-together-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-1824321828195037504</id><published>2007-07-23T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T01:25:53.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Botanic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dingzhi&apos;s bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asaph'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great! I found the card reader [it was hiding itself in one of my brother's cupboard =.="] while I was complaining to my mom. Then she go "Never check properly &lt;em&gt;yadah yadah&lt;/em&gt;" Ok whatever! *spasms* I have a couple of things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Trip to botanic garden, for the first time ever in my life [I can't believe it!].&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, preparation for our little girl. She needed to have a nice hair-do first. Messy hair=adorable. So I couldn't let her look adorable!! Of course not!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090403225978883922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqS-w4_5T1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PiSsn8X7mZs/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By our hair stylist kaisi jiejie.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090404308310642530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqS_v4_5T2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/b5FPPjQZ1JE/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too short, had to stand on the chair. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090404832296652658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTAOY_5T3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/buENEw0YOsU/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;End product something like this. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090406464384225154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTBtY_5T4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/j4F0zNHl72c/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't she look glad? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090406790801739666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTCAY_5T5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JfEzKBtNsrw/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The birthday boys. 9 &amp; 8 years old respectively :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090407379212259234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTCio_5T6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/mcxK_6fwwGU/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the car. Somebody act cute, wear tinkywinky watch. lalala.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090409410731790258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTEY4_5T7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/L_RC-tIxlHM/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice shot isn't it? I took it :D &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090409999142309826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTE7I_5T8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/seGanqocs0I/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH OH, this is a really random shot. Saw him by chance and snap! I just think he's so cute! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090411850273214418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTGm4_5T9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/IQ9BhlGa3aA/s400/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like HUGE tree! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090412481633406946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTHLo_5T-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/HzdkCqjxfv8/s400/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Small girl, big umbrella. And she keep knocking into people!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090414337059278850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTI3o_5UAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9IdKahQt-LY/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love trees like this. Very.... soothing &amp; nua nua feeling. LOL&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090414715016400914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTJNo_5UBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/C6EF7dZEpVI/s400/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I get married, I must take photo at the white pavillion! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090415174577901602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTJoY_5UCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KOBdFZoGCtE/s400/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, potted plant.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090416256909660210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTKnY_5UDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TBXfLaeJhlM/s400/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet another potted plant. Doesn't look right. Hmmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090418232594616386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTMaY_5UEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/YJnZ-eyHkxE/s400/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ah, now my fav! CACTUS! They're lovely. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090420246934278226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTOPo_5UFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fEyyMLuscqY/s400/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090420693610877026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTOpo_5UGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ic6LAqun7vg/s400/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090421183237148786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTPGI_5UHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gACB3jHWcc4/s400/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this beautiful shot too :D so &lt;em&gt;au natural&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090422012165836930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTP2Y_5UII/AAAAAAAAAHM/MMA3ZG5ihdw/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I saw this huge patch and feel like pouncing on it, LOL &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090423335015764114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTRDY_5UJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7ohq2tws0mw/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll end it off with.... this. Artistic. HOHO!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090423863296741538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTRiI_5UKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6vZ9L4S99UQ/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) Ding Zhi's birthday! More human beings. No plants, don't worry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, I will start with my lovely love love! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090429584193179858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTWvI_5UNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jt2GIYZoZwo/s400/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee, so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090429996510040290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTXHI_5UOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EMkZDYMB1ms/s400/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xuansheng's sleeping.... Zzz zzz...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090430550560821490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="299" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTXnY_5UPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DpLLpueXuf8/s400/IMG_0111.JPG" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I shall just post the main highlights. Cuz I'm not extremely close to them so its not so nice to blog their pictures out without permission. haha..&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090432796828717314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTZqI_5UQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iOc8yVgdmhI/s400/IMG_0130.JPG" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you realised, "aye? today's post don't have your photo leh, kai ling" wow, i just realised too. Haha.. But never mind that. Photographers are humble people. Ahem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now wait, where's the birthday boy? :D I hope he don't see this. Woops?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090434343016943890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTbEI_5URI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PvOzNvov1eI/s400/IMG_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Birthday boy with Harry!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090435090341253410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTbvo_5USI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3WMnC5Z7OrI/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Asaph started playing this.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090435811895759154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTcZo_5UTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zujnnCDthCo/s400/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wow, more and more fun.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090436469025755458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTc_4_5UUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rKi7yrkSrJk/s400/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aiyo.. Getting tired already... ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090436962946994514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTdco_5UVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uMoOfCKPEVg/s400/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Darling, will you give me a hand? I.. I can't balance"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090437723156205922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTeI4_5UWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XYhR2u0V3VE/s400/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.He proceeded to play another stuffs. =.="&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090438363106333042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTeuI_5UXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/djZQuBis5H0/s400/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090439531337437570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqTfyI_5UYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/HAX8XRZU-RM/s400/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well.. As the youngest in his clique of friends. We understand :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, its quite a lot of pictures I've posted. So make do with these till I get anything more interesting. Its so late now I have to go to bed soon. Good night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS: I dread tuesday, and tomorrow is tuesday. Damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PPS: I had a bad day. An old man spit on me today. BAD LUCK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-1824321828195037504?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1824321828195037504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=1824321828195037504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1824321828195037504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1824321828195037504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/great-i-found-card-reader-it-was-hiding.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqS-w4_5T1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PiSsn8X7mZs/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-7238820815754300169</id><published>2007-07-22T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:20:18.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A patch of hair on my knee is gone! left knee to be exact, all thanks to kailing. she was so willing to use the tweezers to slowly pull them out strand by strand. now i know how a blade of grass feels like when the gardener pulls it out. OUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kailing's birthday's coming soon. i still haven't really figure out what to buy for her yet. well here are a few ideas.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090029868766809858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqNrMo_5TwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/H-qGh3qAngQ/s400/pLEVI1-3444502_back_p275w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;pair of levi's jeans?? its very nice but its gonna be even nicer if she wears it with a nice top and a pair of heels and complete off with a nice denim jacket.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090032029135359762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqNtKY_5TxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/n82hA01lTUM/s400/pLEVI1-3455010dt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She'll look gorgeous for sure.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090037939010359074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqNyiY_5TyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hthYjkzQmqs/s400/NIK3110_400_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trainers?? Nike Free 3.0 this colour isnt very nice, there are nicer ones though. i spotted a few nicer colours anyway. people say that giving shoes isn't nice cuz its like sending the person out of your life but last year i gave her a pair of Puma footwear and she walked into my life. beat that. hahaa.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090039906105380658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqN0U4_5TzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MlplNXGgS2Q/s400/3111_10408_6288_100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090040387141717826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqN0w4_5T0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/U8F9bwZLr4M/s400/3111_10408_6288_184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;armani bag?? same design but different colours. either white or silver, but never both.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW HOW HOW??? dont know what to get. those are ideas only. armani will definitely kill me. oh well, i just gotta make up my mind soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry bout the white background for the pictures, kinda glaring i know. bear with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asaph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-7238820815754300169?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7238820815754300169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=7238820815754300169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7238820815754300169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/7238820815754300169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/patch-of-hair-on-my-knee-is-gone-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqNrMo_5TwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/H-qGh3qAngQ/s72-c/pLEVI1-3444502_back_p275w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-6159740690741523058</id><published>2007-07-21T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:48:36.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triangle mouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dingzhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jiahui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='card reader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was Dingzhi's birthday. I followed Asaph and his friends to Marina to have steamboat. Took quite a couple of pictures BUT I keep finding and finding and finding and finding the card reader. TILL I GOT SO PISSED I GAVE UP. So for now, can't upload into my laptop yet. Oh man. But no doubt I had fun and lots of laughter. I'll talk about that next time, IF I manage to find my card reader. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My group finally finished the miniature project we've been working on. Show you all the picture k? We all thought it was pretty well-done. Hahaha! Oh oh, I just have to mention that the golden heart-shaped 'balloon' was done by me! Its 3D, carved out patiently and carefully from styrofoam with a penknife and then smoothen with sandpaper. :D I'm so proud of myself. Yup, we did on St. James.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089616705797836434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="383" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqHzbY_5TpI/AAAAAAAAADU/HhEfSV3aBJY/s400/stjames.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ah, maybe I'll post some pictures of my naughty cousin since I just uploaded pictures from my phone. Taken quite sometime ago. She's pretty good in acting. Youngest cousin I have, but super naughty, though you can't deny she's erm.. QUITE adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWIST!! [act cute]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089621052304740002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqH3YY_5TqI/AAAAAAAAADc/o-jSf57SQY4/s400/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Act cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089621696549834418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqH394_5TrI/AAAAAAAAADk/KV9r5grlG8M/s400/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Act dao. [I like this.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089622211945909954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqH4b4_5TsI/AAAAAAAAADs/yQxbfelCOi8/s400/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Act SUPER CUTE with a wide grin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089622856191004370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqH5BY_5TtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/c1CH-cnLqHs/s400/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOOD! Pull her tongue harder. haha :P Kiddin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089624011537207010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqH6Eo_5TuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/p_0j474IIss/s400/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, see Asaph's triangle mouth :P His mouth is always slightly open when he's day-dreaming. &amp; I love to see him in his red snoopy tee. Shall buy him an Elmo one next time :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089628693051559666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqH-VI_5TvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GeNqzrgWdAg/s400/surfy%26me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANT THE CARD READER &gt;:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-6159740690741523058?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6159740690741523058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=6159740690741523058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6159740690741523058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6159740690741523058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterday-was-dingzhis-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RqHzbY_5TpI/AAAAAAAAADU/HhEfSV3aBJY/s72-c/stjames.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-5580636570835443856</id><published>2007-07-18T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:52:03.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>many a times, i feel that we dont have the freedom of speech, whether it comes to public speaking or online blogging. for example, if you and your group of friends keep talking bout bombs and possible bomb targets, as in a brainstorming session and you guys happen to walk past those police at the airport, chances of you getting detained is kinda high. and when it comes to blogging, being busted is quite a possibility too. you guys might feel why would you want to talk bout these issues in the first place. but the reason behind you guys not talking bout it is the mutual fear that's being instilled inside you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of getting inside a sabotuer's mind is very thrilling. you'll see things differently. being paranoid of the slightest details. i've wanted to blog and share them out but its kinda inconvenient because of this lack of freedom you see. well, that's how i perceive some issues to be. i really hope that the officials will loosen their grip on these kinda issues. that would seriously help to develop us even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-5580636570835443856?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5580636570835443856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=5580636570835443856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5580636570835443856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/5580636570835443856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/many-times-i-feel-that-we-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-1876745025909438213</id><published>2007-07-18T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:52:34.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all. I'm in the school comp lab with Asaph beside me doing his math stuffs. Have nothing to do. So I shall do what everyone has been doing. The weirdo weird thing. Since Asaph did it, I shall do too :) I think Skye asked me to do also. But I remember I've done this before. Maybe last year or last last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read the rules first : Each player starts off the game by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged needs to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things about themselves as well as stating the rules clearly. In the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.well, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I always lie on my side when I sleep. The weird thing is, I have to use my hand to cover my other ear. Cannot expose it to the air cuz my ears are extremely sensitive. [Fine, also cuz I scared got fly buzz around my ear]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;I always buy things for people [ok fine, asaph] without the heartache. But when I buy for myself, I feel guilty for spending too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;/strong&gt;I really like some clothes which won't appeal to most people but never dared to buy or wear them cuz I fear the way people look at me. So I always admire in silence without commenting I like this or that top or dress if someone is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;/strong&gt;I sometimes say something when I don't mean it. Like, I actually think of an issue another way. But I did that to go along with my friends or to avoid critical comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; I always wish I'm a guy. Cuz they always seem to be the funnier one no matter how hard a girl tries to be funny. See how jinglin tries, royston is always funnier. WOOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; I tried very hard to think of any weird stuff about me. But its so hard. Err.. Last one. I think guys with triangle mouth are cute. HAHAHA! I really don't know what to type already!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Actually those I've typed, they're not really weird also. I'm just too normal. I'm freakin' cold and have to get out of here, fast! BE carnival I go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-1876745025909438213?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1876745025909438213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=1876745025909438213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1876745025909438213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1876745025909438213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-4041215619971470565</id><published>2007-07-17T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:47:13.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WEIRD'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since zhili asked me to do that weird thing, thing, i'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read the rules first : Each player starts off the game by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged needs to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things about themselves as well as stating the rules clearly. In the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like seeing singaporeans play basketball but i enjoy NBA very much though i dont catch it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am weird cuz my fashion sense is way too expensive for my current age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love scents. especially my pillow and of course kailing's. weird but very me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like people playing solo soccer, but ironically, i'm a one man show myself. WEIRD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i play computer games sometime, the more bored i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am weird cuz i'm doing this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 peeps to do this??&lt;br /&gt;Hell i dont care bout it. just do it if you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smirks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-4041215619971470565?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4041215619971470565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=4041215619971470565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4041215619971470565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/4041215619971470565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/since-zhili-asked-me-to-do-that-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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-7626783588335675450.post-1140526875570421651</id><published>2007-07-16T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:25:51.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopzjukebox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class photo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I thought I should help Alda advertise her &lt;a href="http://shopzjukebox.livejournal.com/"&gt;shopzjukebox&lt;/a&gt; [go on, click it!!], go check it out. Her clothes are definitely authentic, and pretty of course. I vow my butter for that. :D Woops?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to botanical garden with relatives and cousins yesterday, more than ten of us. Truly worthwhile except for the mosquito bites [And I was the only one who got bitten! 4 bites somemore!] Its been proven, mosquitoes love my blood. No kidding. Not exactly a great day for me due to some unhappy...... stuffs. But still, I'm really glad my cousins love the presents I got for them, and the delicious chocolate mousse cake perked me up alittle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night was worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I thought I'd post this class photo taken last thursday. I've been told that I always ruin the class photo by leaving a little gap in between. Not my fault. I didn't even notice. And it happens all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087707566692158194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpsrE3nAyvI/AAAAAAAAADM/Km_512TpHiw/s320/DSCF1804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-1140526875570421651?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1140526875570421651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=1140526875570421651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1140526875570421651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/1140526875570421651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-thought-i-should-help-alda-advertise.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpsrE3nAyvI/AAAAAAAAADM/Km_512TpHiw/s72-c/DSCF1804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-609172330462783723</id><published>2007-07-14T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:15:08.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lingerie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guys, i've a question to ask you all. Have you ever been into a lingerie store?? not to play and have and all, but really, gone in with your girlfriend to check those kinky stuffs out. i'm sure not alot of you guys have this opportunity cuz most of you guys are single to begin with. its not an insult. sorry. anyway alda, i know that you told me before never to go lingerie shopping with my girlfriend in the future but its not my fault cuz i got dragged in by kailing. well technically, &lt;em&gt;dragged&lt;/em&gt;. hahaa. anyway, we (kailing and i) went into Triumph. it was really an experience for me though. gotta compose myself and try to be normal when there's so many bras and panties around me. its like looking at bras without any breasts filling them and no sexy asses when looking at the thongs. there was all kinda colours of lingerie, from red to black to skin and yellow or purple. hahaa. and there was this really nice thong i wanted kailing to get but the front was this pig in a ballerina outfit and it was such a turn off i nearly puked. well the trip paid off cuz she bought 2 thongs. yummy. :P but i wont fill you in the colours of them. fantasize bout them if wanna find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, last monday there was the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2006. at first i thought it was the new season of Project Runway cuz Heidi Klum was hosting it. then shortly i saw sexy hot steamy lingerie and skin skin skin skin and more skin. so blown away. Alessandra Ambrosio looked mighty fine i tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087054920641727170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpjZf3nAysI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Qd-SCbftess/s400/Alessandra+1.JPG" width="270" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087055229879372498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpjZx3nAytI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LrbG9FQR_D4/s400/Alessandra+2.JPG" width="263" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087055543411985122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpjaEHnAyuI/AAAAAAAAADE/7jq4J5baQ8Q/s400/Alessandra+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Doesn't she sizzles?? hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, somebody must really be upset bout this post. sorry darling, but this post is bout lingerie so hope you really dont mind. I love you. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&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/7626783588335675450-609172330462783723?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/609172330462783723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=609172330462783723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/609172330462783723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/609172330462783723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/guys-ive-question-to-ask-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpjZf3nAysI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Qd-SCbftess/s72-c/Alessandra+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-6609241272992879119</id><published>2007-07-14T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:40:44.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xkailingxfive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>YQJJ's wedding 070707</title><content type='html'>Hurrah, my first post here. Yup, it was merely a casual suggestion from asaph, and I agreed immediately :) I think its really time for me to change a blog url. Have been using that since I'm in sec two. And that url xkailingxfive makes no sense at all I don't know what's with my mind back then. Nuff' said, shall post a few photos taken at the wedding on 070707. Pardon for the quality though, taken with a phone camera and I can't be bothered to photoshop them. &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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to the newly wed. Do you know they've been together for more than a decade? How sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086722996979157362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpernXnAyXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CZQJQIg3RQw/s400/DSC05188.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ever wish you can have the Singapore police force march in to welcome you and loved on your wedding like this? Cool ok.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086724165210261890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpesrXnAyYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6b6_Yip1sw0/s400/DSC05170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086724349893855634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rpes2HnAyZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b8ulHY9ObpI/s400/DSC05171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this is the naughty little girl again. She's got professionals to do her hair. Life is never fair.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086724727850977698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpetMHnAyaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KX2JC89lLtg/s400/DSC05181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lovely. This is the wedding photo album :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086725178822543794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpetmXnAybI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jREZ42jkEdc/s400/DSC05196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love these. Well, they knew each other through hockey I guess. And they're super good players who play for team Singapore. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086725668448815554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpeuC3nAycI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6WczXYlB-ts/s400/DSC05200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086725775822997970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpeuJHnAydI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JjPIDfzudj8/s400/DSC05201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Beloved Yueming jiejie with us. YAAAAA I put on makeup. RARE alright? &amp; my hair sucks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086726402888223202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpeutnnAyeI/AAAAAAAAABE/AYjq1Z4uhhc/s400/P1060717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pretty ladies. The heels I wore was soooooooo high I felt really tall that night. But nothing's totally good. My feet hurts like crazy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086727283356518898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rpevg3nAyfI/AAAAAAAAABM/9A2w_Gs_724/s400/P1060733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I post this cuz my little cousin looked so adorable. BUT looks ARE deceiving, or just her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086728455882590722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpewlHnAygI/AAAAAAAAABU/SpOGVY48y_g/s400/P1060730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, and that simple bronze dress I was wearing, cost quite a bomb to my dad. Awww.. It was my first time wearing it, bought last October? No chance to wear what!! From Phuture london. Ok its actually a tube top with a matching skirt -.-" Not dress. FINE. SEE!! oh thats my brother.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086729984890948114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rpex-HnAyhI/AAAAAAAAABc/-N-jl3F5C80/s400/DSC05208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Siblings :) Oh, did I mention that my brother went into army today? May all goes well for him. When he's around I wished he would go NS soon. Now that he's gone I missed his presence. The blasting music and tall, dark familiar figure. Oh of course his usual reasonings. Aw man..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086730770869963298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rpeyr3nAyiI/AAAAAAAAABk/5So9HbDUcaM/s400/DSC05204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086731191776758322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpezEXnAyjI/AAAAAAAAABs/C6Kyv7lL7Nw/s400/DSC05203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086731376460352066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpezPHnAykI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qrrAD5IJVPc/s400/DSC05205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and sister. As always. Loads of us, us and more us. C'mon, you never get sick of us :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086732982778120818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rpe0snnAynI/AAAAAAAAACM/n9xh1NHLi28/s400/DSC05300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086734632045562546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rpe2MnnAyrI/AAAAAAAAACs/gbfXRIGfH2k/s400/Picture0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086731943396035154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpezwHnAylI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ssGy3hgGBVU/s400/DSC05222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rpe2MnnAyrI/AAAAAAAAACs/gbfXRIGfH2k/s1600-h/Picture0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086734339987786402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rpe17nnAyqI/AAAAAAAAACk/4p3xHvbFN6o/s400/Picture0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086734189663931026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rpe1y3nAypI/AAAAAAAAACc/pT9Mhah9Ulg/s400/Picture0018+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rpe17nnAyqI/AAAAAAAAACk/4p3xHvbFN6o/s1600-h/Picture0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rpe2MnnAyrI/AAAAAAAAACs/gbfXRIGfH2k/s1600-h/Picture0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086733910491056770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rpe1innAyoI/AAAAAAAAACU/2jTR41VXFXA/s400/Picture0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To end off, this is your eye candy. YIKES! Just kiddin'&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086732622000867938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCyj2V-LZbc/Rpe0XnnAymI/AAAAAAAAACE/2IpWEImvaUw/s400/DSC05299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time for bed, hope you guys tag if you chance upon our blog. Love ya! Love asaph too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-6609241272992879119?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6609241272992879119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=6609241272992879119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6609241272992879119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/6609241272992879119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/yqjjs-wedding-070707.html' title='YQJJ&apos;s wedding 070707'/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</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/_BCyj2V-LZbc/RpernXnAyXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CZQJQIg3RQw/s72-c/DSC05188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626783588335675450.post-797772366927654266</id><published>2007-07-13T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:51:58.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday the thirteenth. ahhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the big deal?? just another normal day. blah. how bout Monday the 29th?? isnt that a bigger deal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i decided or should i say me and kailing decided to merge our blogs. so this is our official blog. please link this. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;it was just a casual suggestion and she went ecstatic over it. and so this is it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys can flood all you want but to an extent. spam will so totally not be accepted and if anyone does so, i'll be so happy to give that person a little special treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626783588335675450-797772366927654266?l=hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/feeds/797772366927654266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626783588335675450&amp;postID=797772366927654266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/797772366927654266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626783588335675450/posts/default/797772366927654266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisblog-herblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-thirteenth.html' title=''/><author><name>Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693906376256119342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
