<?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-21285493</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:39:29.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If everything changes,</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about me,Gwenndolyn.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>685</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7410109127287942610</id><published>2011-05-04T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T04:29:10.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello ppl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back :) Well, went round and round and i'm back in DBS.&lt;br /&gt;lol. v v busy! Never really go out happening these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, i think i need a good rest :(  &lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy i'm going over to batam with bread talk this coming May&lt;br /&gt;end.. i think 27? haha. just waiting for the day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for 3 days only i think. I really want a short getaway like every 2 months or so. staying in sg for long can kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, these period of time is good.. time being used wisely.. like everyday being in the office. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i need to get back to work before i'm being fired. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye people. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7410109127287942610?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7410109127287942610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7410109127287942610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7410109127287942610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7410109127287942610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-ppl-im-back-well-went-round-and.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-3698969948020962698</id><published>2011-03-16T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T16:22:09.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(17/03/2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! Though it's 7.06am and I'm not asleep, &lt;br /&gt;but I'm not doing this on purpose!! I've been having pains &lt;br /&gt;in my stomach since yesterday afternoon. And it kept me awake &lt;br /&gt;til now :(:(  poor me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a good news, and a bad news. &lt;br /&gt;Good news is I'm offered back to DBS, and I'm starting next week. (21/03/2011)&lt;br /&gt;Bad news is, I'm leaving in 1month+ time. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to help out only. As they are waiting for another&lt;br /&gt;perm to replace Jess. Well, though I'm being used,&lt;br /&gt;but forget it. Since I'm so lazy to find a job, just do&lt;br /&gt;another 1month won't kill. But they say most probably extending. &lt;br /&gt;:/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have got any blogshop recommends for getting&lt;br /&gt;contact lens at reasonable prices like $15/per pair max! &lt;br /&gt;Like a spree or smth. Missed a spree which closed yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;It's uber cheap. But was too busy to order! &lt;br /&gt;Please do drop me a message on my chat box if there is. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you! Much appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few weeks been going for body combat lessons. &lt;br /&gt;It's really tiring la! My god. But I enjoyed sweating :):) &lt;br /&gt;you know, surprisingly, I went back amkss badminton camp today with&lt;br /&gt;May. And seriously had fun playing bmt. After like 2 years never touched. &lt;br /&gt;So fun!! Missed those trainings and tournaments. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, and hubby started off his small business last week! &lt;br /&gt;Everything went well, as in all the task on list has been done! &lt;br /&gt;He went to 4 places and installed + repaired air-cons. &lt;br /&gt;Due to resources are limited(resources as in machine and equipments), he can't do too many places&lt;br /&gt;in a day. As he's partnering 3 people but only 2 ppl will be doing the hands on. &lt;br /&gt;Man power limited too! &lt;br /&gt;But he's been complaining that pay has yet to be collected,&lt;br /&gt;but spent so much on equipments and stuff etc. &lt;br /&gt;I heard there's a few more task on hand. =) &lt;br /&gt;I hope it goes well.. Supports you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who needs to repair, install or service air-con,&lt;br /&gt;can look for me! Prices are reasonable &amp; quality guarenteed. &lt;br /&gt;Any queries do email me! &lt;br /&gt;Email : gwenntan1@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support please! &lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I supposed the pain will tone down so I could &lt;br /&gt;get some sleep. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day ahead. &lt;br /&gt;Many many cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-3698969948020962698?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3698969948020962698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=3698969948020962698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3698969948020962698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3698969948020962698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/17032011-hello-people-though-its-7.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-3955851906895413337</id><published>2011-03-04T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T00:20:11.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(04032011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo! It's like a new year already! And my blog still as dead.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. Life been real good. Been roaming around for 1 month+ after &lt;br /&gt;i leave DBS.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Taiwan with Marianne.. during Jan. &lt;br /&gt;It was uber fun! hehe. I've never enjoyed myself &lt;br /&gt;so much before. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, recently joined Ace Insurance.. found through agent though.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't my cup of tea actually. Nah, the job scope wasn't what I&lt;br /&gt;want. And it's my 2nd day only actually, and it's gonna be my last day.&lt;br /&gt;This morning came in super late. And mt department head came to talk to me!&lt;br /&gt;Eventually told her everything. Hmm, and it's settled! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently went to signed up California Fitness! Can't believe right.&lt;br /&gt;To think I became so enthu towards bodycombat classes :P  &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Eileen Tay! HAHA. yesterday went gym because i missed the 5.30pm &lt;br /&gt;bodycombat lessons. Was starting off with tremill(idk how to spell), slow jog then run. Suddenly Keith called me up after i sent the message telling him&lt;br /&gt;then I want to feedback to him bout my job stuff. So i eventually stopped&lt;br /&gt;and went back to changing room talk to him. And don't know how, both of us kinda &lt;br /&gt;pissed off or smth. lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I should be glad he helped me found a job and fight for the pay &lt;br /&gt;I want. But how would i know the job scope was like that?! &lt;br /&gt;Goodness sake. And isn't it your job to help me find? when you're earning my&lt;br /&gt;god damn commission. lol. But ok then, I apologize if it was my fault for &lt;br /&gt;backing out now. to think you'll tell me "Girl, you're still young.. sometimes you got to do things you're unhappy with" .. all I was thinking is.. yes, but i still have choices what, not like I couldn't find a job. and it's not like I got to support a family -.-  &lt;br /&gt;Pissed off. Hang the call, went out to run another hour. To think i 11pm then run finish. Was super shag already. Went sauna! shiok ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 11.30pm :) Was on phone with Marianne &amp; to think i even fell asleep!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. this proof how tired I'm. Opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! It's 4.18pm, another 1 hour and i'll leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;What a happy girl i'm :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil be back soon bloggy! &lt;br /&gt;Cheers everybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-3955851906895413337?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3955851906895413337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=3955851906895413337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3955851906895413337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3955851906895413337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/04032011-boo-its-like-new-year-already.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-116846824331090978</id><published>2010-11-26T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:31:41.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(26/11/2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got some time off, to blog. &lt;br /&gt;Don't be too excited, i'm still in the office, not home.&lt;br /&gt;): But I guess i'm leaving a little early today.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to do either, so i guess i can.&lt;br /&gt;Going USS later! the night time one, with Kelly &amp; Marianne.&lt;br /&gt;Most probably la hur, if nothing goes wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Later last minute got work again, confirm sian 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, went Alan's bday few days back. Steamboat at his house ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then after that went yang gui fei. Well, girl was a little&lt;br /&gt;emotional as she saw the girl. Felt bad for her too. &lt;br /&gt;After I left with Hubby, didn't know so much things happened.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda worried for her though. Like, just pure worried.&lt;br /&gt;Godly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope she's fine though. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday pack my stuff and go back amk. &lt;br /&gt;Can't stand the way hubby is doing things, like gosh. &lt;br /&gt;awwww. can't be bothered to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people. &lt;br /&gt;I wants to enjoy my weekend. &lt;br /&gt;TGIF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-116846824331090978?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116846824331090978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=116846824331090978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/116846824331090978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/116846824331090978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/26112010-hello-d-finally-got-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-1506690002696448854</id><published>2010-11-10T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T02:25:26.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(10/11/2010})&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everybody! =) &lt;br /&gt;It's 6.20pm now. I'm feeling so bored in the office.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nobody to entertain me. &lt;br /&gt;opps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few weeks was great though, &lt;br /&gt;went Thai pub, went Ktv went many places.&lt;br /&gt;Baby went club! worst.&lt;br /&gt;It was like a break to both of us, but we have been quarreling&lt;br /&gt;real lot. Like almost everyday. Though it's like a meal to&lt;br /&gt;us. Sigh,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to salvage this. It's not gonna be healthy&lt;br /&gt;if all these goes on. Our r/s will cui also. zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished time could turn, so everything will be perfect still.&lt;br /&gt;We bicker ard knowing it's just joke. And that's how we &lt;br /&gt;communicate. But now, we talk a few setence only,&lt;br /&gt;we quarrel. wtf! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling so moody nowadays. oh this suck!&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;D just pass though, enjoyed that night too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone teach me what to do? Though it sounds so&lt;br /&gt;contradicting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Gwenndolyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-1506690002696448854?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1506690002696448854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=1506690002696448854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1506690002696448854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1506690002696448854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/10112010-hello-everybody-its-6.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-24925587715156961</id><published>2010-10-27T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:10:17.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(27/10/2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st year anniversary baby. &lt;br /&gt;Time files, it's 12monthsary now. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i kept asking myself this,&lt;br /&gt;"Were you really happy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be paranoid abt, I felt there's smth in&lt;br /&gt;btw us. Life sucks. Why is it like that. &lt;br /&gt;Everything seems fake, it was like i'm dreaming for the past 1yr. &lt;br /&gt;I don't even know you were true to me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby has been treating me like i don't worth a cent.&lt;br /&gt;just because i spoilt him, he's taking me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I felt really like leaving this damn place. &lt;br /&gt;I think baby is so contradict with his words. Telling me how much&lt;br /&gt;he needs me, but talks to me so attitude. throw temper as and when he like,&lt;br /&gt;talking to me like i owes him the world. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this quote is good, though don't imply on my r/s. &lt;br /&gt;Just find it nice though randomly. from paul's fb,&lt;br /&gt;"If you love two people at the same time, choose the second&lt;br /&gt;one. Because if you truly loved the first one, you wouldn’t love another&lt;br /&gt;one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good! =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really loved the first one, you wouldn't bother loving&lt;br /&gt;the second one. worst, you wouldn't even find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 3.04am in the morning, gotta wake up like 9? &lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna sleep soon. Just these rubbish kept haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;I some kinda lost faith in this r/s, after hanging on for a year.&lt;br /&gt;You don't seems to change, even a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all our silly time tgt, seriously. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT PPL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-24925587715156961?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/24925587715156961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=24925587715156961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/24925587715156961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/24925587715156961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/27102010-happy-1st-year-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-8752493047835079635</id><published>2010-10-21T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:26:49.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(21.10.2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! I'm so dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't imagine i cleaned up a house. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously! =)  I mopped, sweep, vaccum &amp; dry it!&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha, a sense of satisfication :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is gonna be back tmr night, and i'm not going airport.&lt;br /&gt;Due to work. and i'm feeling super mao dun. don't know why&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking so much too. Maybe when he's ard, we seriously lack of&lt;br /&gt;communication.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so tired now, and i've to wake up at 6!&lt;br /&gt;gotta reach office at 8.30, but i was early a few&lt;br /&gt;times only. suck. practically been working, sat is for sch,&lt;br /&gt;sunday is for family.&lt;br /&gt;where'e time for myself? :(&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy time like what HY said on fb .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work on time today! Saw JZ at the entrance, and yes! &lt;br /&gt;i'm earlier. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;i don't want crap already. Gonna bathe and sleep! super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.26am, &lt;br /&gt;goodnight everyone ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-8752493047835079635?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8752493047835079635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=8752493047835079635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8752493047835079635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8752493047835079635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/21.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-3804748720019699686</id><published>2010-10-20T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:36:50.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody! =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I've disappeared for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. alright, i'm home. &amp; superrrr bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;Baby is in Europe. I wished i were there. Thanks to sch &amp; work!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in S'pore alone! Mom,dad,bros are in Japan now.&lt;br /&gt;:(   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flunk my marketing assignment la fuck! I put in so much effot.&lt;br /&gt;argh. hmm, gonna bathe and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;tmr gotta go work. Anyway, FML. Thank you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and i realised, people changes without seconds. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i didn't know how to la. teach me pls,&lt;br /&gt;if i could change that fast, i wouldn't be in this &lt;br /&gt;state now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted, to even think about it. &lt;br /&gt;f. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-3804748720019699686?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3804748720019699686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=3804748720019699686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3804748720019699686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3804748720019699686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-everybody-it-seems-like-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-4599821135288593034</id><published>2010-10-07T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:49:55.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for missing such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Have been so busy over work :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dearest &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hubby is leaving to Europe tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be so alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the office right now, but super tired. really exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Yang Gui Fei yesterday for Andrew's friend bday.&lt;br /&gt;Went with hubby around 12am, super tired. I enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;Been chatting with Agatha, Belle, Michelle &amp; Lynn. Had a great&lt;br /&gt;night with them though. &lt;br /&gt;Hubby was enjoying pool with ah boy they all. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;Finally have a chance to catch up with them =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the place around 3.45am! They wanted to go NANA, &lt;br /&gt;baby was tempted! But so sorry, i got to work :( &lt;br /&gt;and my poor boy got to follow me home. &lt;br /&gt;Slept at 5 as I was texting Angeline(&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Bee Wen),&lt;br /&gt;But i fell asleep la! Sorry dear, I know you damn sad. &lt;br /&gt;But i really didn't mean to fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7.45am by dear. He took leave today as he don't&lt;br /&gt;feel like working cause flying tonight. Then he's so nice to&lt;br /&gt;fetch his sister &amp; his wifey!(me) to work.&lt;br /&gt;He's damn pathetic, he has to fetch his sister to work(hougang),&lt;br /&gt;then fetch me to work(Alexandra Terrace), then go Telok Blagah to find&lt;br /&gt;his daddy go duplicate keys, then go home. About 12pm, he&lt;br /&gt;gotta go hougang fetch his sister to Telok Blagah(safra) &lt;br /&gt;to get regristered for Nat Nat's play school, then fetch back&lt;br /&gt;to Hougang again! wahaha. Poor thing dear! Thanks anyway. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept 1.5hrs only! I'm so dread tired right now. Later going&lt;br /&gt;home first then to airport send hubby &amp; family. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm seriously disappointed! I've nvr seen B so excited&lt;br /&gt;over anything when he's with me, he was never so happy when he's &lt;br /&gt;with me. He nvr once count how many days, left how many hours to &lt;br /&gt;our anni/important dates or anything! But he eventually counted&lt;br /&gt;how many days and hours left for his trip :\&lt;br /&gt;like wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. forget it! I'm gonna be back soon, cause i'll be super&lt;br /&gt;free for 2 weeks! cause B is not ard. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye people. off to lunch!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-4599821135288593034?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4599821135288593034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=4599821135288593034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4599821135288593034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4599821135288593034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-sorry-for-missing-such-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-8997755378516561625</id><published>2010-07-17T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:16:58.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super tired! This week is exhausting. I shall&lt;br /&gt;elaborate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work from Monday to Friday, everyday from &lt;br /&gt;morning til 10+ or 11+. Got home ard 12, not&lt;br /&gt;forgetting my shows. But I missed some &lt;br /&gt;cause I was really tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 2.45pm! I slept back those&lt;br /&gt;sleep that I missed the pass few days. Went &lt;br /&gt;to wash up &amp; had my so call "breakfast" and &lt;br /&gt;watch tv til about 4? Then prepare to go amk &lt;br /&gt;mummy. While I was on the way, I saw helmi.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw him I guess was 10 months&lt;br /&gt;ago. Haha, I was shocked. Seriously. So we puffed,&lt;br /&gt;and I went to take a train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd bro was there too. Mummy bought&lt;br /&gt;a lot of food at the food fair in hub. &lt;br /&gt;Eventually my plan was to do nails &lt;br /&gt;after they leave. But changed to plan B. &lt;br /&gt;Went back home at abt 7.30pm, ate those food&lt;br /&gt;mummy bought. Yummy! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home abt 10, went to baby's place. &lt;br /&gt;Watch tv and pool with his brother at home.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch triple tap with hubby at 12am. &lt;br /&gt;We left home abt 11.45? Baby drove damn fast. &lt;br /&gt;That's a big problem with him. Always do this &lt;br /&gt;when he's rushing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple tap was rubbish! True, what bro said. &lt;br /&gt;All about words, super little actions. Not nice&lt;br /&gt;one. Waste money. The story line was bad too. &lt;br /&gt;I'll rate it 2/5. &lt;br /&gt;:( I thought I could spend my time watching&lt;br /&gt;nice shows. But too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4.15am now, I'm gonna wake up at 12  &lt;br /&gt;Tmr to open door for part time maid. Bored -.-&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get some sleep. Going sim lim&lt;br /&gt;get some computer parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone. =)  &lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRECIOUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;thanks for those moments where you&lt;br /&gt;given me. it's a wonderful memory. Everything&lt;br /&gt;when I think back, I'll smile. &lt;br /&gt;Although everything isn't the same&lt;br /&gt;as before, but I still treasure. you made&lt;br /&gt;me learnt! Thanks. 我会记得这一切！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-8997755378516561625?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8997755378516561625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=8997755378516561625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8997755378516561625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8997755378516561625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/super-tired-this-week-is-exhausting.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-4258252707825157430</id><published>2010-07-15T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:04:04.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired right now. Really tired! Working like almost &lt;br /&gt;13hours a day. Everyday OT til 10+ or 11+! &lt;br /&gt;It's killing me. What worst was I don't have &lt;br /&gt;enough sleep nor time. Make me feel super &lt;br /&gt;tired that weekends also lazy go out. &lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Make my life turn upside down. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;it's good too. Saved alot of money, hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like usual, late for work. almost everyday, execpt&lt;br /&gt;on Mondays. Cause baby fetch me to work every&lt;br /&gt;Monday =). &lt;br /&gt;Never quarrel with hubby for like days, &lt;br /&gt;i'm happy okay. But today he actually quarreled &lt;br /&gt;with me over stupid things. Had lunch with&lt;br /&gt;colleauges as usual, while I was waiting for the&lt;br /&gt;rest to be back from buying food, I called&lt;br /&gt;baby. He heard another colleauge's voice, &lt;br /&gt;just because he's a guy, and baby said I was &lt;br /&gt;having time with guy. Wtf is this, im so tired alr, &lt;br /&gt;and he's quarreling with me over such &lt;br /&gt;things. What makes me sad wasn't because &lt;br /&gt;we quarrel, but he not trusting me. &lt;br /&gt;These 8months going 9, seems transparent to him.&lt;br /&gt;Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm home &amp; bathed. Now gonna&lt;br /&gt;sleep already. Gonna be awake in 5hours time. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I hope to meet sis(sheena) tmr, hope I can&lt;br /&gt;leave early though. :). I used to meet her everyday,&lt;br /&gt;now? Like shit. I get to see her like once a &lt;br /&gt;week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna stop whining and get &lt;br /&gt;some sleep. And time passes very fast right here.&lt;br /&gt;Really. It seems like my week just started, but&lt;br /&gt;it's Friday tmr. How fast it can be. &lt;br /&gt;Alright. Oh! And my 1st year anni, baby will&lt;br /&gt;be over at europe. Next year's valentine, he's gonna&lt;br /&gt;be having reservist. Shit him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight ppl! Have a good sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRECIOUS, sleep early. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-4258252707825157430?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4258252707825157430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=4258252707825157430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4258252707825157430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4258252707825157430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-im-so-tired-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-5556451671959752653</id><published>2010-07-07T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:40:06.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HELLO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so back. Haha. super busy with work.&lt;br /&gt;And super no life. Lol. Everyday morning go office,&lt;br /&gt;11+ then reach home. Watch an hour tv, go&lt;br /&gt;to sleep &amp; go work again. Omg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to see, to see my precious. &lt;br /&gt;Hah! Everything is fine right now, &lt;br /&gt;finally my wait is worthwhile. You made me feel&lt;br /&gt;good. I mean, I told you, I know you'll be back. &lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of time. :) hehe. Thanks precious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the train going to work. Like bored :(&lt;br /&gt;so squeezy. Haha. Tired right now! Slept at 3 yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;I'm awake at 9. Tonight don't know what time &lt;br /&gt;then can go home again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye ppl. Perhaps blog at night then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-5556451671959752653?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5556451671959752653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=5556451671959752653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5556451671959752653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5556451671959752653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-im-so-back.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-2589967106929919151</id><published>2010-06-27T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T10:17:45.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HELLO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! After a busy week of work. I realised,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm busy, I'll forget about my poor blog. &lt;br /&gt;:/  haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, work was okay. Still learning, there's more&lt;br /&gt;to come though. Then go on with, today's my&lt;br /&gt;8th monthsary. Grats to myself =) &lt;br /&gt;but it came out like shit okay. I tell you! &lt;br /&gt;Omg. Hubby suck ttm today. Trying to control,&lt;br /&gt;all my anger coming out ):&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new bag! Hehe. Nth much though, oh&lt;br /&gt;ya! I went peniwen to get a high waist shorts done. &lt;br /&gt;:) then went home, and f! That stupid boy called &amp; &lt;br /&gt;say no rice left. WTF. I was super hungry but I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;eat anything cause waiting to go home and eat. &lt;br /&gt;And the outcome was "you go outside eat, home no more&lt;br /&gt;rice"! Nice one idiot, take me like what. On our anniversary &lt;br /&gt;ask me eat alone. And you nvr accompany me at all. &lt;br /&gt;Asshole. You're a big asshole! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleep ppl, tmr waking up at 6. And that stupid boy&lt;br /&gt;wanna fetch me to work. Stupid ass. &lt;br /&gt;Bye ppl, goodnight. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRECIOUS, I'm still waiting. I know &lt;br /&gt;we can. It's just a matter of time. I know you'll,&lt;br /&gt;I still persist because you promised.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-2589967106929919151?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2589967106929919151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=2589967106929919151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/2589967106929919151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/2589967106929919151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-im-back-after-busy-week-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-3529069235903543575</id><published>2010-06-20T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:06:58.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(20/06/2010) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really do much, though it's father's day,&lt;br /&gt;but dad is not in sing. So didn't celebrate, &lt;br /&gt;but yes, with baby's family. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 12+? then ate breakfast &amp;&lt;br /&gt;watch tv til ard 3+! went facial at Bugis, &lt;br /&gt;haha. Til ard 6+, shopped around(alone). &lt;br /&gt;Bought a bag and pants. Looking ard for &lt;br /&gt;baby's screen protector. Found it, and head&lt;br /&gt;for home ard 7.30pm. Reached home at 8.20pm. &lt;br /&gt;Eat dinner and slacked til now. Just bathe out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12.03am now, I'm gonna wake up at 6 tmr. &lt;br /&gt;My first day of work at DBS! Haha. Omg! &lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm sleeping soon. After 3 months,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to normal. Goodbye everyone, &lt;br /&gt;goodnight :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* miss you mummy &amp; daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious : I just want to tell you, I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;                  Hoping to see your name poping up&lt;br /&gt;                  on my phone again. I'll keep waiting, &lt;br /&gt;                  til you be back. Takecare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-3529069235903543575?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3529069235903543575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=3529069235903543575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3529069235903543575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3529069235903543575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/20062010-didnt-really-do-much-though.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-4030434788890565447</id><published>2010-06-19T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:03:25.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(19/06/2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm back :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Woke up like 12? then fall back to &lt;br /&gt;sleep til 1+. met sis(sheena) to amk eat&lt;br /&gt;sushi. Hah! Damn full. Then went back &lt;br /&gt;ahma house. Slacked til ard 8+ going 9. &lt;br /&gt;Went to get my frign trim, straighter a &lt;br /&gt;little bit already. Yay! Hee. Then bus home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to northpoint, wanted to get some chewy&lt;br /&gt;juniors. Surprisingly, this lady came forward to me&lt;br /&gt;and gave me a receipt. Was written, &lt;br /&gt;"free 5 when purchased $50,&lt;br /&gt; free 6 when purchased $60." &lt;br /&gt;something like that. Then the 6 is circled. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;The lady said "my kids doesn't want it, &lt;br /&gt;I replied : " keep it for next time la! Haha. Nvm one. &lt;br /&gt;The lady : " it can only used today, you take it! &lt;br /&gt;I replied : " don't want la, not very nice! &lt;br /&gt;The lady : "nvm! Take it take it. &lt;br /&gt;I replied : " haha! Thanks for this! Appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! What a kind lady though it might seem like,&lt;br /&gt;the lady don't want then ask me take. But at least,&lt;br /&gt;a thought. Lol. Some ppl would rather throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;than to give others. Free 6 pieces! Yay. &lt;br /&gt;Took a bus &amp; head home. Baby wasn't back though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Mummy called me today. So happy to&lt;br /&gt;hear her voice. Daddy too :)  much &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was home at 10, and chatted with his sis.&lt;br /&gt; Quarreled with hubby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home at 12.30? Slack. &lt;br /&gt;Now it's 5.01! I'm sleeping.&lt;br /&gt; Quarrel til tired just now, like world war 3! &lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Goodnight ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy fathers day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-4030434788890565447?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4030434788890565447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=4030434788890565447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4030434788890565447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4030434788890565447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/19062010-im-back-hi-woke-up-like-12.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-6002495589205312405</id><published>2010-06-18T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:42:25.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Opps, still the same. unable to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i signed the contract alr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) monday start work alr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BORED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, suppose to go sentosa this morning.&lt;br /&gt;but it's raining heavily. so we canceled. &lt;br /&gt;but our plan of going out is still going on.&lt;br /&gt;went amk with sheena to wait for may and enqi,&lt;br /&gt;went kbox instead. haha, 2 til 5. &lt;br /&gt;sheena left for work. and i went back&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored. but! i scream out my lungs at kbox today.&lt;br /&gt;=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a japan buffet at hereen. &lt;br /&gt;i forgot what's the name of restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;but the food there is good =D&lt;br /&gt;went with baby &amp; his family. &lt;br /&gt;hehe. then baby wanted to wash car,&lt;br /&gt;went all the way til woodlands, but the shop close already.&lt;br /&gt;so we went home. &lt;br /&gt;homed @ 11.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna bathe and watch tv. perhaps blog&lt;br /&gt;again later. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-6002495589205312405?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6002495589205312405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=6002495589205312405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6002495589205312405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6002495589205312405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/opps-still-same.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-5480114640678303281</id><published>2010-06-15T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:24:23.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! It's 5.04am, I'm gonna sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;Just updating a little &amp; gonna go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I did today =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up around 3? I slept at don't know&lt;br /&gt;what time, the whole day give baby disturb&lt;br /&gt;me til like 3! I didn't really sleep well :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up &amp; realized my eyes were swollen,&lt;br /&gt;worst, the lump near my right eye was bigger &lt;br /&gt;than yesterday. Argh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope will be fine by tmr, or else jia lat. &lt;br /&gt;I went to meet &lt;strong&gt;en qi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at northpoint. Went hong kong cafe to yum tea.&lt;br /&gt;Til around 6+! Sis(Sheena) came to find me&lt;br /&gt;at np, we went amk to sing k! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;We always sing, it's our favourite =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, saw Alvin there. And bee is coming,&lt;br /&gt;so we meet after our k, which is 10? Went to eat,&lt;br /&gt;we missed the times like 2years ago, where we&lt;br /&gt;always sit on 700blk rooftop and chill. Today&lt;br /&gt;we actually brought food up and eat. It's windy too!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Til around 11.15pm, and we head home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 12.20pm, and I saw baby&lt;br /&gt;vomiting. Got a little worried but hubby say it's because&lt;br /&gt;of coughing. So yeap. Nth much, bathed and watch tv. &lt;br /&gt;Sleeping time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr gonna go international plaza to sign contract for&lt;br /&gt;that bank job. :)  even the pay wasn't very very good like&lt;br /&gt;I expected, but better than nth. &lt;br /&gt;Good bye ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwenn is gonna sleep. Hehe. Goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;如果你觉得这样会更好,你就去吧。我说过，我不会干涉你做什么。我只希望你会快乐。我不敢摄取你为我做什么。你是我最后悔的事。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-5480114640678303281?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5480114640678303281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=5480114640678303281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5480114640678303281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5480114640678303281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back-its-5.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-199071189661679410</id><published>2010-06-14T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:36:51.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgotten about my &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know hubby, I love you like so much. &lt;br /&gt;Even after 8months, it's getting more and more,&lt;br /&gt;but not fade! &lt;br /&gt;I know you love me more each day. I can see!&lt;br /&gt;Though we quarrel at times, but still love you. It &lt;br /&gt;makes us stronger, but not separate. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TNCM's wifey!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(27/10/2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-199071189661679410?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/199071189661679410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=199071189661679410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/199071189661679410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/199071189661679410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-forgotten-about-my-love-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-1997058827707522760</id><published>2010-06-14T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:18:10.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay! My blog seems like, dead already. I'm trying &lt;br /&gt;to keep it alive. Try alright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, it's been so many months since I last blogged. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Hey ppl, let me update some stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(events that I rmb)&lt;br /&gt;- My uncle which is dad's younger brother just got&lt;br /&gt;married not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;29april2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My monthsary is coming and it's 8th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mom &amp; dad's bithday last week(10/11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my cousins came from US to vist us and granny!&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanna share. It's been 5years since I &lt;br /&gt;last saw them. June hua(my cousin) got married last year&lt;br /&gt;and she came to s'pore with my auntie(my dad's younger sis) &lt;br /&gt;and uncle micheal and her husband last 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;Wa! Their English damn chim. Ang moh means ang moh. &lt;br /&gt;My cousin is so pretty! I mean partly because she's mixed,&lt;br /&gt;I admire her blonde hair and that kind of essence. Gosh! How I&lt;br /&gt;wish I stayed in states back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- baby's birthday! &lt;br /&gt;Celebrated at home &amp; genting. &lt;br /&gt;(15/05/2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- genting with hubby! &lt;br /&gt;Main purpose is to celebrate baby's birthday! &lt;br /&gt;Had fun though it's a super last minute and short &lt;br /&gt;trip. Haha! (15/05 - 17/05)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Application for school(kaplan)&lt;br /&gt;applied for business admistration at kaplan, it's a part time,&lt;br /&gt;diploma course. It's super hard to get in la. Omg, with my n level&lt;br /&gt;cert. Got to get recommendation letters and resume and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Irritating la :( want to study yet the school like don't want me!&lt;br /&gt;I applied like 2nd may? And it's June 15th, yet no news. &lt;br /&gt;Shit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Probably gonna start working at DBS bank&lt;br /&gt;Daniel helped me to get into his job at the bank. Like&lt;br /&gt;a small admin I think. So I'm waiting for the agents to &lt;br /&gt;confirm and I'll be working soon I guess. The pay not bad,&lt;br /&gt;their time too! Haha. At least if no school I still can work, or&lt;br /&gt;else I'll be doing nothing but spending all the hard earn money&lt;br /&gt;gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A new lap top!&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new lappy during the fare at funan it mall. Chose&lt;br /&gt;what I want and get it straight. It's the first time I go down &lt;br /&gt;to a place and just tell the sales person "get me this one", &lt;br /&gt;and like 1250$ gone! Cool. I bought it like on the 24th april, &lt;br /&gt;and it now, I on it less than 10times. Damn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Europe with baby &amp; family &lt;br /&gt;Yup, it's a 15days trip to many places like Paris and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Seen the itinerary, all the places is where I want to go. &lt;br /&gt;At first I really wanted to go, but as time pass, I realise&lt;br /&gt;for the air ticket it's like cost a bomb, and even it I buy ticket(3800)&lt;br /&gt;, I wouldn't have enough money to spend over there. Guess, &lt;br /&gt;just got to say bye! I doesn't wanna take from mom nor dad. &lt;br /&gt;That's sad. And this trip's title was "romantic Europe"!&lt;br /&gt;Departures on the 20th oct, 27th suppose to be our 1st year&lt;br /&gt;anni, wtf! We wouldn't even celebrate. Kill me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coach bag&lt;br /&gt;Been looking at this coach bag for a long time, and I decided&lt;br /&gt;to get it. I'm happy because I got it, sad because my pocket has&lt;br /&gt;a big hole eh. Worst, lucky not LV or GUCCI, or &lt;br /&gt;my pocket got a even bigger hole. Lol! I promise mummy&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna spend so much on branded goods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- unforgettable crab feast with baby! &lt;br /&gt;Haha. Imagine getting crabs like hungry ghost. &lt;br /&gt;Cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess there's nth much. Omg! What a long post. &lt;br /&gt;All stupid things. Pardon me, I'm&lt;br /&gt;super bored. Worst, I'm down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! To my precious : &lt;br /&gt;把悲伤留给自己。I don't know what should I say, &lt;br /&gt;nor what can I say. I'll just be waiting, instead of me disturbing you.&lt;br /&gt;You said you need a break to cool yourself as so many things happened&lt;br /&gt;at home, I agreed. Wait til when you're okay, you can text me. &lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to lose a strong pillar of support like you. You know I care, &lt;br /&gt;I know you care. All I want to say was, don't treat like a fool. I mean I can &lt;br /&gt;always be there like no matter what, but don't take it for granted. Like&lt;br /&gt;as if you're just playing along with me! If you wanna go, tell me, let me prepare&lt;br /&gt;first can? :(  and and, if you don't want to talk to me, say it, because then I won't call you. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I'll be here, I'm still here, to catch you when you fall. I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I care so much, but yes precious. Becase you're my one &amp; only! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5.17am! I don't know when is gonna be&lt;br /&gt;the next time I blog. But who cares right, because&lt;br /&gt;nobody will read my dead blog. Haha! Goodnight ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-1997058827707522760?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1997058827707522760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=1997058827707522760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1997058827707522760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1997058827707522760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-my-blog-seems-like-dead-already.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7651084978511779878</id><published>2010-03-16T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T02:08:27.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for being understanding enough dear. Sorry that I missed you too much, being so sticky. If I could choose from the start, I wouldn't do this. Cause it hurts alot not seeing you right now. And this is the second day only. &lt;br /&gt;Still so many days ahead, what I can do is to miss you all along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work right now, but so bored. No mood for anything, seriously. I hate it so much, the feeling of missing someone suck. &lt;br /&gt;Teach me what to do. Please? &lt;br /&gt;我不说，不代表我不想你。&lt;br /&gt;all you think was yourself. Consider about my feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7651084978511779878?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7651084978511779878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7651084978511779878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7651084978511779878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7651084978511779878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-sorry-for-being-understanding-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7553144757898058586</id><published>2010-03-14T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:16:25.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First night back here, and I felt so lonely. Even with everyone's accompany, I still feel that emptiness in me. Because baby is gone, went to reservist. He's not with me neither by me. He left all the teddy bears he bought and my favourite pooh pooh. Behind that pooh, there's lot of hidden story. Nobody would understand how much we went through these 4months+ going 5month. Hard times, good times. I know there is still a long road for us to walk hand in hand to finish our journey. This is just the beginning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is gonna book out on Friday, so not so bad. I changed my off to sat so I could accompany him. Lol. All these while been working and home, baby's place and my fave Maybelline. &lt;br /&gt;Maybelline been accompanying me this one month, we see each other for almost everyday and even like our off? Maybe because we got many common likes. Our character are some kinda too =) &lt;br /&gt;If not for her, I don't really know what's friends for. To be frank, I've lost hope in friends. But she gave me that hope of knowing friends are actually important though. That friends actually remains as time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks faster end! So that this so called 'torture' ends :)  and yes dear, I'm waiting for you to be back again.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr off also, going facial with may! Then after facial go celebrate may's mother birthday. Don't know what to get for her, so guess just got to share the bill with may. Hmm, work actually quite boring. I got to rot from like 12.30pm to 5? Then the crowd starts. Always got to find things to do. Bored! And the worst is, my pay seems so low. I think compare to previous few jobs, this is the worst. But what to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is for Jolene darling, if she happens to pass by here! :&lt;br /&gt;  I know it's been tough for you these few weeks but chill, when everything settles down, everything will be okay. Tolerate a little more, because there's no point giving up a relationship after so long yeah. Each gives in a little, and everything is perfect. Endure yeah, you know I'm always there &amp; will be there. You looked so tired that time when I meet you. When you actually look so energetic and fresh each time I sees you but not now. So I guess you must be having alot of hard time. Anyway hope to meet you soon. Love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's quite late right now. Goodnight ppl, waiting for baby's text. &lt;br /&gt;Hahah. See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7553144757898058586?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7553144757898058586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7553144757898058586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7553144757898058586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7553144757898058586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-night-back-here-and-i-felt-so.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-9139391786647123224</id><published>2010-02-13T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:30:12.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy new year to everyone, especially friends &amp; family.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, happy valentines to those who have gf/bf or wife/husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, happy valentines to my baby boy =)&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is healthy and happily enjoying new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went loyang to pray, it was damn squeezy, but no choice. &lt;br /&gt;then went to changi to slack awhile, then baby sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;I'M OFFICIALLY TELLING TERRANCE NG CHI MUN, i'm missing you right now.&lt;br /&gt;terribly. :( &lt;br /&gt;moved back to sembawang with family for new year. it has always been this way&lt;br /&gt;for years. so yeah, got to bear with days without baby.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what i realise? i need baby alot alot. i don't know if he's reading&lt;br /&gt;this, but i just wants to tell him so much, i wants him to be by me!&lt;br /&gt;never to leave. cause the feeling really sucks alot. how i wish you were hugging me &lt;br /&gt;to sleep right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i know he'll miss me. tmr got to go visiting!&lt;br /&gt;goodnight ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-9139391786647123224?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9139391786647123224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=9139391786647123224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/9139391786647123224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/9139391786647123224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-new-year-to-everyone-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-5362768031027371634</id><published>2010-01-21T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T01:25:34.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, it just slipped through my mouth typing sis.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, sorry if you feel uncomfortable. i know it been years,&lt;br /&gt;and i got to face the fact isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;yeah. it's just so heartbreak at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, carry on with the post for my &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby, for your support.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you're, &lt;br /&gt;Times you're acting cute.&lt;br /&gt;times you're just cute.&lt;br /&gt;When you're rushing.&lt;br /&gt;When you concern. &lt;br /&gt;When you sayang my head and say love you.&lt;br /&gt;When you don't want to drive, just to accompany me take mrt.&lt;br /&gt;When you buy little things to give me surprises.&lt;br /&gt;When you're acting like a little boy. &lt;br /&gt;When you gets angry over something.&lt;br /&gt;When you scolded me for nothing.(cause he'll apologise badly for it)&lt;br /&gt;When you smile.&lt;br /&gt;When you achieved what you want.&lt;br /&gt;When you're cooking.&lt;br /&gt;When you're driving.&lt;br /&gt;When you're waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRACTICALLY EVERYTHING IN OUR LIFE, IT'S JUST YOU &amp; ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-5362768031027371634?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5362768031027371634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=5362768031027371634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5362768031027371634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5362768031027371634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sorry-it-just-slipped-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-1899507645845839289</id><published>2010-01-05T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T04:00:07.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people, so sorry for disappearing for quite sometime. =) &lt;br /&gt;Things are bad i could say, went for many interviews.&lt;br /&gt;all came back, are low pays or the job is not my taste. &lt;br /&gt;hah. but anyway, started working at beauty enamor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their pay is great, but too bad, i don't like standing for 10hrs! &lt;br /&gt;so yeah, got to start searching for other jobs instead. &lt;br /&gt;been going smoothly with baby, though he just quitted his job.&lt;br /&gt;but we're both striving hard to find a better job earn a better income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes! i've gotten results. guess how badly i fare?&lt;br /&gt;very badly. okay, i can say i'm disappointed. but well, can't&lt;br /&gt;regret after results is out. no point too! somemore i believe still have &lt;br /&gt;chances ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, new year resolution for 2010. &lt;br /&gt;- get a job soon, something that i'll be staying long.&lt;br /&gt;- complete diploma, at least one of the course.&lt;br /&gt;- be focus, not to be distracted.&lt;br /&gt;- get closer to family, family outing.&lt;br /&gt;- Go on holidays with my dearest baby. even if it's m'sia.&lt;br /&gt;- Celebrating me &amp; baby's 1 year tgt. &lt;br /&gt;- listen to mummy &amp; daddy more often! =)  &lt;br /&gt;- be a good good girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be like that. hope i can do it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went northpoint with dear, shop a round.&lt;br /&gt;bought a clothes &amp; tibits only. heh ^^&lt;br /&gt;back home now.&lt;br /&gt;gonna accompany that silly boy repair car&lt;br /&gt;later. waste of time :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-1899507645845839289?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1899507645845839289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=1899507645845839289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1899507645845839289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1899507645845839289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-people-so-sorry-for-disappearing.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7925628798865422252</id><published>2009-12-02T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T04:10:16.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mummy daddy, i'm missing you right now. &lt;br /&gt;i suddenly miss everyone at home, i'm serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;missed the chance of telling how much i love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7925628798865422252?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7925628798865422252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7925628798865422252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7925628798865422252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7925628798865422252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/mummy-daddy-im-missing-you-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7915611942908258964</id><published>2009-11-21T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T05:30:05.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today did nth much again, went home had dinner with mummy &amp; daddy.&lt;br /&gt;used the com, l4d2 awhile then baby come fetch me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now deciding whether to watch movie or ..&lt;br /&gt;still not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway these few days, happened some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know to say happy or what.&lt;br /&gt;but it's just too sudden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):  don't feel like blogging today,&lt;br /&gt;bye ppl.&lt;br /&gt;my leg is bandaged like a pig leg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7915611942908258964?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7915611942908258964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7915611942908258964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7915611942908258964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7915611942908258964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-did-nth-much-again-went-home-had.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-8728040844799511473</id><published>2009-11-17T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:18:20.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went in to m'sia, cause baby's friend doing car. he wants to go make&lt;br /&gt;LED too, so went in. had some little quarrels though. &lt;br /&gt;went walking around, realise changed not enough money. sucks, got to be&lt;br /&gt;very calculative over what we're buying.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, bought cig &amp; saw6! &lt;br /&gt;like usual lah, dvds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleared custom by right, pass by k9. like shit, these few police without rank.&lt;br /&gt;stopped baby's car. wants a check. like wth -.-&lt;br /&gt;alright, no choice but to go pay fine. what's worse is not about&lt;br /&gt;the fine problem lo, it's about how guai lan those police could be. &lt;br /&gt;the officers still talks to us much better, we're still okay with paying.&lt;br /&gt;those without ranks really made us angry like f.&lt;br /&gt;went loyang, cause dear wants to pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home after that, how bad my day could be. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today as usual. &lt;br /&gt;waited for dear end work, come back pei me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. =)   he work, like free lah. &lt;br /&gt;then had lunch downstair, then baby fetch me over to&lt;br /&gt;town for interview. then went home again, &lt;br /&gt;took a bus back cause dear got to rush to work. no time&lt;br /&gt;fetch me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now quarreling on the phone again, over the same old problem.&lt;br /&gt;baby, i don't mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;isn't it fair? you can spend so much with your friends,&lt;br /&gt;now i just want to spend a little on pool which won't cause more&lt;br /&gt;than with your friends you spent.&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to go, say don't want.&lt;br /&gt;don't keep using the excuse of no money. alright? &lt;br /&gt;You promise not to scream at me, you're doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where i did wrong, don't tell me it's my fault. &lt;br /&gt;think about it, i'm tired of repeating it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;you decide, you choose, i'll follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love you like never did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-8728040844799511473?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8728040844799511473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=8728040844799511473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8728040844799511473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8728040844799511473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-in-to-msia-cause-babys-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-2718581322735596802</id><published>2009-11-13T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:25:58.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow wow, i'm back from movies. =)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was hectic, so didn't blog. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i was sleeping the whole day yesterday actually. sleep, wake up sleep wake up.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. til around 5+pm? baby fetch me home. had dinner at home, then wait for &lt;br /&gt;dear end work to catch the show "Paranomal activity" at yishun.&lt;br /&gt;The show was at 9.20pm. While baby came, Jolene&amp;Irwan came too. &lt;br /&gt;we headed of to baby's place change car, then go off to northpoint watch the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thriller was nice, but it came out not very nice. can say infront,&lt;br /&gt;rather boring. wasted the first hour watching those crap, when all the &lt;br /&gt;good part was behind. but anyway, will only rate it 2/5. =)&lt;br /&gt;When home &amp; sleep! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today better, woke up around 1+. baby is back from work, he's sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;while i'm facebooking all the way. til i think 3+? &lt;br /&gt;dear looked at me &amp; gave a silly smile, "baby .. cook noodles for me please?(act cute tone)"  can't resist, so i said okay. &lt;br /&gt;LOL. eaten &amp; both of us are full. he's using the desk top while i'm using&lt;br /&gt;the lap top. til around 6+, dear is ready for work. While i'm heading back&lt;br /&gt;home to have dinner. I took a cab cause baby is late. doesn't matter though,&lt;br /&gt;it's raining heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, we planned to catch another show tonight or lan games.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up, it's 8+, dear ended work. we came to a conclusion, we shall catch&lt;br /&gt;"2012". Today baby end work went straight home, he didn't pick me like he usually will. it's well though, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We're on the phone, arguing. then I hanged up, using the com. &lt;br /&gt;he didn't call back, he didn't text me too. from 8+ til 9+, no info of dear.&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda worried, like what's wrong. ended up calling him up again.&lt;br /&gt;dialed i think 4times? but none pick up the phone. gets quite anxious, &amp; &lt;br /&gt;i didn't save baby's house number. Few quick thoughts came up my mind,&lt;br /&gt;like going to his place or smth. it's so crazy. &lt;br /&gt;then i received a text, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how it goes, &lt;br /&gt;" From today onwars, I don't need you anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to call or message me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I'm very stressed after knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;There's no use for me to be friends with you. &lt;br /&gt;You like to hurt my feelings only. &lt;br /&gt;You call yourself a friend, but behind me,&lt;br /&gt;you're like a BITCH! I can keep your secret but why can't&lt;br /&gt;you? Huh?! You still dare to tell people I'm very .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY CUTE? Hehe. Shocked? Relax, &lt;br /&gt;man. Send this to your best friends.&lt;br /&gt;Make them shocked!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, how playful can dear be at times? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;At the start when i'm reading those. i was like, &lt;br /&gt;too many thoughts rush through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;but when i scroll down, actually it's just a prank.&lt;br /&gt;Text back to baby, "You make me nearly want to slap you."&lt;br /&gt;hahah. after that, baby is at my house downstair. he poped up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went straight to cine, meet Jolene&amp;Irwan.&lt;br /&gt;We all had KFC, then POOL against baby&amp;Irwan.&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&amp;me, vs them. :)  cool uh.&lt;br /&gt;we won! but they insisted to continue, ended up lost. &lt;br /&gt;but still, they punched. wahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch our show at 1.15am, due to the 12+ no more slots. &lt;br /&gt;That show was, a little draggy but afterall it's a thumb's up!&lt;br /&gt;4/5! guess how long the show is? appro 2hrs 40mins. long lah.&lt;br /&gt;but nice though. All those who haven't catch it, please go watch.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, it ended around 4. we all went straight to carpark, &lt;br /&gt;baby was damn tired by then. He's nagging here &amp; there, "not enough sleep, tired,&lt;br /&gt;tmr got to work. blah blah blah"  even start engine already, still &lt;br /&gt;nagging! Irwan&amp;Jolene drove off, we said bye &amp; home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dear is on the bed like a pig. =)&lt;br /&gt;I promised to stay awake til 6.20am, or else if we sleep tgt,&lt;br /&gt;he don't need go work already. Hahah. so decided to do this sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;cause baby sacrifices he's sleep to accompany me watch movie on a friday night.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, will be staying awake til 6.20am. any kind soul chat with me on msn?&lt;br /&gt;I hope have. LOL. or else bejewel will be my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, had a small tiff with baby at cine over some irritating issues again.&lt;br /&gt;oh baby, let's not quarrel over this again okay. it's stupid,&lt;br /&gt;i know we both at fault. we should have calm down &amp; talk, but we both showed attitude &amp; walked off. dear keep calling me after he realised i wasn't behind him.&lt;br /&gt;but i kept rejecting. while i was walking around, i bumped until him.&lt;br /&gt;aiyo. like no choice! lol. we're okay after that, cause dear apologize for &lt;br /&gt;walking away. I apologised too. &lt;br /&gt;Went back to acarde meet Jolen&amp;Irwan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for today, nothing happening nor interesting though.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight everyone, have a good sleep due to good weather. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bitch, i know you're hoping my our relationship faster end right.&lt;br /&gt;the more you wished, the more i don't want it to. &lt;br /&gt;I know baby &amp; me is gonna stay strong. you ass, faster get off my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, each day passes &amp; I realize how much i need you day by day.&lt;br /&gt;Love you baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-2718581322735596802?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2718581322735596802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=2718581322735596802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/2718581322735596802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/2718581322735596802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow-wow-im-back-from-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-5400988821398238042</id><published>2009-11-11T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:46:08.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It been really long since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Time past too fast, from my birthday til now (12/11/09),&lt;br /&gt;been like 2months. so many things happened, but don't worry. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still living strong here right now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved on from the past, i started a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;after so long, i found someone i love. deeply. &lt;br /&gt;Left Jack cars already, not working in patara, no more lan games everyday.&lt;br /&gt;not even night activities.&lt;br /&gt;all is home, out with baby &amp; friends at times. then family!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday celebrated 3rd bro's 19th birthday, wonderful cake, wonderful dinner,&lt;br /&gt;precious time spent with family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear was working at that time, he couldn't join the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To baby, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you're reading it or not, i'm just writing it down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry at times maybe you think i'm unreasonable, not understanding enough,&lt;br /&gt;troublesome, irritating, hard to please &amp; etc. &lt;br /&gt;But you got to know i've sure got reasons for it. I know telling you times &amp;&lt;br /&gt;times won't change a thing, you'll have your reasons. But baby, sometimes it's really irritating, for you to throw temper at me, to attitude me, to even talk to me so loudly. and what was your reasons? you can simply tell me you're too tired, stress then ask me to be understanding. you got to work, you're tired.&lt;br /&gt;fine. i won't ask that much, next time what you decide, will be it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired of calling you times, but you're not replying me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like talking to the wall. You talk to me in a very lovely way when you're in good mood, but talk to me like i owe you the whole world when you're in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;baby, i really hate it that way. you're really precious to me, really close to me. someone that i spent most of my time with, love grow within us day by day.&lt;br /&gt;it really hurts at times. Stop asking if i'll lose faith loving you, because if it's that easy, nobody will be hurt in a relationship. If it's that easy.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know how much i really treasure you, love you &amp; even sayang you.&lt;br /&gt;you dote on me so much, but maybe i'm asking too much. Don't worry dear, I won't ask so much already. you wants me to be more understanding, sure, but do understand me a little more too. Let's compromise between each other. I won't give up that easily, i'll try.  &lt;br /&gt;Those tears that I teared, you never know how much is it. cause you don't even see it, you won't understand how i feel. baby, care for me more can? &lt;br /&gt;All i need from you is your love, care &amp; concern. I really wants you so badly, i don't know how i fallen this deep. but since i've done it, i won't regret choosing. so don't keep asking if i regretted choosing to be with you. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you're not around, at least i know you love me, it keeps me going before getting to see you, but still misses you quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk off from me like today which happened in the salon, i was kinda lost.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know where you're, where you went or what you're doing. &lt;br /&gt;I dislike that kind of feel when you just walked off. &lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy other than those, i'm happy that i'm with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, please know that it's true .. I've fallen deeply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-5400988821398238042?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5400988821398238042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=5400988821398238042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5400988821398238042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5400988821398238042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-been-really-long-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7224300910551322507</id><published>2009-09-01T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:18:13.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happybirthday to myself. :)  &lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my birthday on the last sat, so today actual birthday will be celebrating with my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock off at 6, because manager off. Left earlier! Met ts &amp; fiona at hub around 7.20pm. Had Pin si for dinner, then over to walk around. Hunt for my diamond earring! Wahaha. &lt;br /&gt;But didn't find anything i like though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went raiders, vs with Eric&amp;co. &lt;br /&gt;Won like crazy. Noob you! &lt;br /&gt;Lol. Then drive thru for my birthday cake, slack then home at 3. Gonna get to bed soon, got to work tmr. It seems like birthday no longer means much to me. It just proof i'm growing older &amp; sucks. HAHAH. many more things to stress bout. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, lonely birthday. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to every single one for birthday wishes, birthday presents &amp; birthday treats. Thanks daddy for the lappy, thanks mummy for treating the rest for my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;Parent's precious daughter :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely birthday, because things still that bad. I miss you. I know it's silly though it ended back then long ago. &lt;br /&gt;But i still wished you did, just drop me a text will do. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be more than happy. &lt;br /&gt;Been thinking too much, was sitting in the office the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;But still thinking bout everything we did, we had it last time. &lt;br /&gt;But it's all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times are coming i hope, just hope to have a smooth journey &amp; happy will do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning in, goodnight all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被你碎成太多块的心，如合成把它找回来。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7224300910551322507?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7224300910551322507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7224300910551322507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7224300910551322507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7224300910551322507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/happybirthday-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-1850027986809282731</id><published>2009-08-31T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:29:25.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in the office, yaking with joey.&lt;br /&gt;hah, no one to entertain me. so bored.&lt;br /&gt;tired! slept at 5+ or 6?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-1850027986809282731?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1850027986809282731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=1850027986809282731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1850027986809282731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1850027986809282731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-in-office-yaking-with-joey.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-3832254094534609432</id><published>2009-08-31T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:17:53.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, stop doing this to me. Because i couldn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sorry if i didn't reply. But it's because i'm quarreling. You waited, you didn't know i was quarreling, i bet you'll fume up. I don't blame you for that, &lt;br /&gt;But that attitude like i owe you the whole world! Sorry. Fine? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home at 5+, get my eyebrown done. Met Ts, sitting outside raiders. Thinking to meet Xg&amp;co or Nic&amp;co. Ended saw Nic&amp;baby walk over. Hahah, went raiders play lan. After that Xg&amp;eva joined. Played til halfway, angry the way Xg play. So all left. &lt;br /&gt;But Xg and Eva still upstairs. We went market eat my lunch. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Xg drove to upper seletar, but don't seems to be a good place to slack. So nic ride his bike back to block159, Xg drove there too. &lt;br /&gt;Slacked, bored til play poker. Cute eh? All already 20+years old playing poker under block. Hahah, funniest part is the forfeit is to eat sour sweets, hit head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at 12.50, home at 1! :)&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Ts, puff. He's going out now. I'm on my bed now, tmr going back Jack cars. Work work work! &lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's 3 now. Time for bed! &lt;br /&gt;Got to wake up at 9 tmr, hope i won't be late. &lt;br /&gt;Nights ppl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想做那个没次在道歉的好吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-3832254094534609432?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3832254094534609432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=3832254094534609432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3832254094534609432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3832254094534609432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-stop-doing-this-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-3892179823250318989</id><published>2009-08-30T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T06:01:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eldest bro brought his friends back, it's kinda noisy.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5pm instead of my 6pm. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;then went to wash up &amp; prepare to go over mummy's place already.&lt;br /&gt;took a train to sembawang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked there.&lt;br /&gt;=) eating dinner at home, mummy cooked!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's like a week once. Hah. &lt;br /&gt;Washed up everything, leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;Xg&amp;co coming fetch me now, waiting for them. while 2ndbro&amp;3bro driving back to amk.&lt;br /&gt;later going over to Pasir ris find shi ling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg! &lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-3892179823250318989?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3892179823250318989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=3892179823250318989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3892179823250318989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3892179823250318989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/eldest-bro-brought-his-friends-back-its.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-1048715742651506744</id><published>2009-08-29T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:09:34.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a really tiring day today.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 10am, washed up &amp; prepared.&lt;br /&gt;Jboy came to pick me up, met the rest as well. Fab&amp;co.&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Kallang, had Wanton noodles! &lt;br /&gt;intending to go Eastcoast slack before Jboy send me back,&lt;br /&gt;but his mum wanted him to fetch her. &lt;br /&gt;so yeah, went back amk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queued for my turn, to do my manicure. =)&lt;br /&gt;done! i chose, shiny pink. it suck! &lt;br /&gt;met up with Ts&amp;co. &lt;br /&gt;Eva&amp;Xg went to have sushi, while Ts went to long john.&lt;br /&gt;after finish eating, we went to find the phone. &lt;br /&gt;gotten my pay, got Ts his promised birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;bought LgIcecream. cool.&lt;br /&gt;what should be done is done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to town to get tickets! &lt;br /&gt;watching a midnight show with Ts&amp;co.&lt;br /&gt;think got 10ppl?&lt;br /&gt;then went over to have my dinnerrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;something cropped up, spoilt my mood.&lt;br /&gt;why my birthday like that, sigh. &lt;br /&gt;i just want to be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was delicious! then went back to town, parklane.&lt;br /&gt;lan for about 45mins? then Xg drove back to cine for our show. &lt;br /&gt;Leon drove the rest as well. &lt;br /&gt;Final destination is, violent. no wonder M18 -.-&lt;br /&gt;disgusting. gross!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;came back to Parklane after movies, &lt;br /&gt;L4D time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel is sleeping already, sorry didn't reply your text.&lt;br /&gt;Asshole says he's turning in. sleep tight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home now! &lt;br /&gt;back then blog again.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-1048715742651506744?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1048715742651506744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=1048715742651506744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1048715742651506744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1048715742651506744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-really-tiring-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-2580983184539228353</id><published>2009-08-28T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:31:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 2.30pm! went wash up prepare, then went town. &lt;br /&gt;Wheelock have sakae with ts, then meet up with honey &amp; jialin. Couldn't contact sheena, don't know why also! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went far east shopping. Really walked so many rounds to hunt for my dress &amp; blazer. Ended up bought my things, with necklace &amp; belt. Tmr celebrate my big day! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that parted with all except ts, went raiders meet up with Nic&amp;HT. L4D's time! Heh heh. Versus one match &amp; half. Then left for movie already. Wow, the show year one really sucked! Wasted my 10bucks lah, i mean, can sleep with that show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ts really fell asleep, while Nic&amp;HT still so attentive. I'm falling asleep, but hanging there. Hahah. &lt;br /&gt;After the show, it's around 1 already. Went 450, Nic &amp; Ts eating. While me &amp; HT staring at them. Puff &amp; puff, bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to the block opposite, waiting to see if meeting E&amp;co not. But not, so slacked with Ts&amp;Nic for awhile, home sweet home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AuntieJ was sleeping already, so got to iron my dress myself. Gonna wake up at 10 tmr, meeting Jboy&amp;co for lunch. Then heading to have my nails done. After that meeting up with Ts&amp;co. Having dinner to celebrate my big day. Oh yes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's like 5.30am already. Gotta sleep cause left with few hours only. Hah, goodnight! &lt;br /&gt;To that asshole if you're reading, go to sleep NOW! =)&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-2580983184539228353?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2580983184539228353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=2580983184539228353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/2580983184539228353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/2580983184539228353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/woke-up-at-2.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-5348348466092890676</id><published>2009-08-27T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:35:42.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did many things past few days!&lt;br /&gt;went cycling on the monday with Ts,Nic&amp; baby.&lt;br /&gt;then cycle til night time, &lt;br /&gt;went home bathe &amp; change. went out to lan with Ts,Nic.&lt;br /&gt;then eat! After that, home sweet home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Vivo with Ts,Nic. Xg actually coming, but instead he&lt;br /&gt;went pasir ris meet SL.&lt;br /&gt;We walked around, ts got his stuff alr. I didn't see&lt;br /&gt;anything that i like, so just walk around lo. &lt;br /&gt;then went Suntec meet up with Fiona. &lt;br /&gt;By right Nic getting car from his sis, but his sis last minute&lt;br /&gt;never lend him. everything cropped up!&lt;br /&gt;Nic was damn angry, but lucky we were having our plans B.&lt;br /&gt;went Egames for lan, played versus with Johnny&amp;co. &lt;br /&gt;heard Gary got girlfriend alr. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then play til i think 4?&lt;br /&gt;Nic's sis text him say she going other places, &lt;br /&gt;needed the car still. So we proceeded to eating at Thomson.&lt;br /&gt;Nic was cursing his sis got into an accident.&lt;br /&gt;after hour passes, really happened.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Ge Kiang!&lt;br /&gt;Car smashed, cui. but sis nth wrong, &lt;br /&gt;lucky. &lt;br /&gt;God bless her, drive driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm awake at 6! &lt;br /&gt;spent time with daddy&amp;mummy,&lt;br /&gt;now just bathed.&lt;br /&gt;going to hub catch a show at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;it's 8.30 now, bye!&lt;br /&gt;blog again when i'm back :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-5348348466092890676?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5348348466092890676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 6pm! bathed, etc. went over to sembawang,&lt;br /&gt;mummy's place. have dinner with the rest =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was delicious! mummy ownself cook,&lt;br /&gt;like once in a blue moon. prawns, scallops etc. &lt;br /&gt;nice food!&lt;br /&gt;Now using com, playing L4D.&lt;br /&gt;gonna meet Ts&amp;co later at raiders, go play lan.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know i no life. &lt;br /&gt;But it's a sunday, there's nth to do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog again when i'm back!&lt;br /&gt;Bro gonna fetch me there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-6951122503129500102?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6951122503129500102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 12pm, while i slept at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;well done gwenn. another day that makes me old -.-&lt;br /&gt;went straight to the salon opposite my sch that i always reborn.&lt;br /&gt;got my curls hair down, got it reborned.&lt;br /&gt;the same, auntie always charges me $55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, hair done. met desmond at 314, go his new house visit his dad.&lt;br /&gt;then look around. went 338 have my breakfast, by then already 4pm!&lt;br /&gt;time flies lah, i think i do hair got 2hours. cause too many ppl, do must wait one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went took a bus home, thought mummy would be home.&lt;br /&gt;but she left to SGH visit ah ma already, another day of not seeing her!&lt;br /&gt;been long since i seen her, miss mummy alot alot suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;waited for ts prepare. then i go prepare also! waiting for Nic go fetch him.&lt;br /&gt;actually going cycling one, then i damn excited. but last minute all not going,&lt;br /&gt;ts also pek chek. i also pekchek, but what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon came to fetch me, went over. but ended up going CGH,&lt;br /&gt;things happened. &lt;br /&gt;too long to eleborate. anyway it's opposite jboy's place,&lt;br /&gt;so i called him. but he's actually over at little india. walking around, he complaining too bored. wth. &lt;br /&gt;lol. next time bored also can go little india walk walk already, i tell ts.&lt;br /&gt;everything's okay, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went T1 walked around, got my Titus watch done. then off to pick JH &amp; HT.&lt;br /&gt;Nic went collect car also, so all meeting up at town.&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch The Proposal at cine. actually 12.05 show, but no slot.&lt;br /&gt;so we watched the 1.30am one. &lt;br /&gt;heard from Eric, derrick &amp; chris also working at mac delivery at night&lt;br /&gt;to kill time. like hell, really bored until like that? &lt;br /&gt;LOL. &lt;br /&gt;the show was okay, comedy+romance. not bad! 3.5/5stars.&lt;br /&gt;ended around 3.30, after that part with Ts&amp;co. &lt;br /&gt;waited for Derrick&amp;co come to fetch. go over changi eat,&lt;br /&gt;then you know what? &lt;br /&gt;car stucked at expressway while on the way back home. power! &lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do. so many consequences. so i went to the nearest petrol station, brought a tin along go pump 20$ petrol. went back, done. &lt;br /&gt;quarreled with ts. my fault, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm home now. pek chek. couldn't get to slp either.&lt;br /&gt;nights ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要这样了好吗? 我很辛苦,宝贝。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7520762548336740643?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7520762548336740643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-6279547141498948130</id><published>2009-08-21T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:11:38.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CWVY-l5nMDA/So8kdvrHcrI/AAAAAAAABDs/-jnOWjCJphM/s1600-h/SNC00228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CWVY-l5nMDA/So8kdvrHcrI/AAAAAAAABDs/-jnOWjCJphM/s200/SNC00228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372552973908406962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CWVY-l5nMDA/So8kdHFQafI/AAAAAAAABDk/7_Txj9RVGdg/s1600-h/SNC00227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: 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hair. Wash damn angry, because i made the appointment. But they didn't tell me taking out extension costs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back amk at around 10? Cause we 8 then started. Then have dinner at s11, while baby&amp;co went to get tickets for turning point. Gonna watch a 11.50 show. Saw ShiLing at hub again, last week around this timing also saw her with her boyfriend. Hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1.40 now, show ended. Show damn lame, but overall it's about you betraying me while i trust you. Someone you treated good, will betray you too. So it's best you trust no one. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xg drove to chompchomp opposite eat, nic they all eating prata. While me, fiona &amp; ts watching them. Went to L4D after that, thena supper again. &lt;br /&gt;While i was on the way, wanted to text that asshole. Then realise i left my phone on the table at lan. Faster u-turn back! Went to the table but gone. So asked the shopkeeper. Actually he found it, but he bring me walk around, make me scare! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he return me, tell me next time don't leave things lying around. Ahhh! Careless me. &lt;br /&gt;So went home, thank God phone was found. Thanks to that ass cause think til him! Hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the bed bloging, going to turn in now. Tmr going house warning &amp; cycling in the evening with Ts&amp;co. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight ppl, &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ts&amp;co for that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能不能不爱了，因为爱太痛了。痛的我快死了，却无法把你望了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-6279547141498948130?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6279547141498948130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=6279547141498948130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6279547141498948130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6279547141498948130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-pictures-i-took-that-night-with-ts.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CWVY-l5nMDA/So8kdvrHcrI/AAAAAAAABDs/-jnOWjCJphM/s72-c/SNC00228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-3756808523753466844</id><published>2009-08-19T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:51:50.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out around 5? &lt;br /&gt;meet Steven to have an early dinner =)  &lt;br /&gt;went to help out moving lights furniture from yishun to yck,&lt;br /&gt;in his new car. which he name fast jet -.- &lt;br /&gt;cause changed exhaust pipe. big big one, ugly. LOL. he'll kill me if &lt;br /&gt;he sees this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, then waited for ts to come. i stand outside mac smoking,&lt;br /&gt;for like 20mins? alot of ppl also. crowded! &lt;br /&gt;hmm, went raiders play lan again. there's nth to do, so many days mc.&lt;br /&gt;no need work, no need study. free these few days. recovering fast also.&lt;br /&gt;left with my throat, but the swell is going off. :P &lt;br /&gt;played L4D, then Eric&amp;co came. so played versus. win! &lt;br /&gt;left, went big s11. Nic&amp;co having supper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked, &amp; conclusion came out! baby gonna come fetch us, &lt;br /&gt;so Nic went back home to park bike. then go fetch Nic then us.&lt;br /&gt;actually planned go Pasir ris prawnning. but in the last minute change &lt;br /&gt;to go Loyang pray. after pray go egames lan. &lt;br /&gt;saw Koma&amp;co at Loyang. fate ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby drove to egames, but  they say closing, so we went to the lanshop &lt;br /&gt;beside egames. saw the raiders the girl, she working there now.&lt;br /&gt;play til 6am, went thomson had seafood glassnoodles. shared with ts, cause&lt;br /&gt;couldn't finish either.&lt;br /&gt;baby sent all of us home, now on my bed after washing up.&lt;br /&gt;wanted watch my show, but the net jammed. zzz&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'm going to bed soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N's is coming, should take a break &amp; take my papers i guess.&lt;br /&gt;wished could turn time back, so i could study well for that.&lt;br /&gt;time files, regretted not studying. ha. now regretting also no use. &lt;br /&gt;stop attituding me okay, i don't owe you anything! &lt;br /&gt;you know who you're lah.&lt;br /&gt;happy happy treat me fucking good, then unhappy attitude me like hell.&lt;br /&gt;wtf. i don't owe you anything, i say again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures tmr! promise (: &lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, that asshole accompanied me on the phone while waiting for&lt;br /&gt;the rest pray. thanks! sleep tight pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope ts's headache is recovering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed now!&lt;br /&gt;bye ppl, goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要用我的爱来上伤害我，我知道我自己有多崔弱。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-3756808523753466844?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3756808523753466844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=3756808523753466844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3756808523753466844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3756808523753466844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-out-around-5-meet-steven-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-1175188972124588468</id><published>2009-08-18T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:35:20.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, went hospital with mummy today.&lt;br /&gt;she volunteered to go with me! fetch me there.&lt;br /&gt;=) &lt;br /&gt;then had my xray, blood test, pressure &amp; everything. &lt;br /&gt;those normal routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they took my last xray &amp; today's, they say it's good that those black patches gone.&lt;br /&gt;cause can comfirm it's not something growing there.&lt;br /&gt;but, now got like airbubbles inside. which is the viral infections that causes&lt;br /&gt;me having high fever on &amp; off, throat infections &amp; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, my lungs are infected already. practically, making me uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;reached there at 2pm, left at around 5? &lt;br /&gt;whole process took 3hours today. &lt;br /&gt;they gave many anti-botics. so ex -.- &lt;br /&gt;6pills for $44. i mean, to pay myself.. i think it's really wasted lo.&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;total bill very very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last month went A&amp;E twice or thrice. &lt;br /&gt;expensive like hell liao, then hospitalised like 2 times last month.&lt;br /&gt;i really gonna not fall sick so easily. or else i'll go bankrupt in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright lah, mummy went. so i took a train to toa payoh, wanted&lt;br /&gt;go back office get my laptop, visit Joey. ask Norman for the commission.&lt;br /&gt;but heard from Eric, norman left very early. so no point, somemore wait for the shuttle like going an hour. so forget it, i took 88 back to amk.&lt;br /&gt;meeting up with Jon&amp;co. for L4D!&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with them at LongJohn as well.&lt;br /&gt;play til like 9? i straight away feel very very tired liao. maybe cause i slept 1hour only. this morning sleep, straight away burning with fever alr. so didn't sleep. so yeah, everybody play til very tired. we left raiders around 9.15pm? &lt;br /&gt;then ts say he meeting nic&amp;co. so i waited for them to come, play til like 11 and we left. so bored. nobody playing versus also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ts was very tired, he never sleep he go school then straight away go meet cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Nic also sian though he come out an hour+ only. really &lt;br /&gt;nth to do already. don't bother to wait for Xg come back also, so we went seperates.&lt;br /&gt;homesweethome. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home, using facebook. msn &amp; watching show.&lt;br /&gt;SOONHENG COMPLAIN I EVERYDAY NEVER GO HOME EARLY, STAY OUT LATE.&lt;br /&gt;today i'm home very early okay. be happy alright. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that asshole got his hamster and left me aside.&lt;br /&gt;if he sees this, he'll kill me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going off to bathe &amp; sleep. &lt;br /&gt;not sure still gonna work at night tmr leh,&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jboy, for your concern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;容忍的人其实并不笨。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-1175188972124588468?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1175188972124588468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=1175188972124588468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1175188972124588468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1175188972124588468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/alright-went-hospital-with-mummy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7877815565874749990</id><published>2009-08-17T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:06:44.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who's gonna accompany me through the lonely night?&lt;br /&gt;really disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, home after lan &amp; cake.&lt;br /&gt;today is ts's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;that asshole went to sleep when i'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sorry to neglect you! &lt;br /&gt;apologise. &lt;br /&gt;all the best for your physio tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going kkh tmr, for appointment. &lt;br /&gt;just nice can see doctor again, most probably lung infections.&lt;br /&gt;that causes throat infection. now high fever.&lt;br /&gt;always on &amp; off. can't take it lah.&lt;br /&gt;argh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, versus with Jon&amp;co. &lt;br /&gt;then Ts&amp;co. &lt;br /&gt;went swensens with Nic&amp;co, celebrate ts's 21st :D&lt;br /&gt;bought icecream cake for ts.&lt;br /&gt;then went cozybay for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;had a wonderful night though sick, thanks ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to watch some show.&lt;br /&gt;then sleep!&lt;br /&gt;got to wake up early for my appointment.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每晚便的和寂寞，没有了你，全都不一样。&lt;br /&gt;我真的很想你！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7877815565874749990?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7877815565874749990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7877815565874749990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7877815565874749990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7877815565874749990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/whos-gonna-accompany-me-through-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-6386222083937246423</id><published>2009-08-17T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:07:54.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>你几时才会开始知道你在伤害我？&lt;br /&gt;我真的不要你了，我选择放手！不要再给我关心和鼓励，&lt;br /&gt;我要忘了你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, actually yesterday feeling so perfect except for the throat&lt;br /&gt;infection. cause fever went down already, &lt;br /&gt;but now i'm dangling at 39 to 40 again. ahhhh, very uncomfortable everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;mummy say tmr have to go kk, so yeah. she say have appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got quite alot of things to do today lah,&lt;br /&gt;but all can't do already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess that asshole is still slping,&lt;br /&gt;ts also. Fiona i guess? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving for a puff,&lt;br /&gt;then some show. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-6386222083937246423?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6386222083937246423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=6386222083937246423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6386222083937246423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6386222083937246423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/alright-actually-yesterday-feeling-so.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-8854944194031786102</id><published>2009-08-16T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:14:33.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: I'm recovering fast!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was bull shit. went out at 1am? &lt;br /&gt;meet ts, fiona &amp; nic go prata house eat, slack.&lt;br /&gt;talk cock. i wasn't feeling very good, but&lt;br /&gt;much better than staying home on the bed. i took my temp, it was like &lt;br /&gt;38.2 only? after around 2am? we went to fiona's house there to slack &amp; play cards.&lt;br /&gt;i was pasting the fever pad. within like 15mins? it became super hot,&lt;br /&gt;like can boil egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still able to take it, so continue playing til morning 5am. since i don't have to work later.&lt;br /&gt;by the time we leaving, i was very hot &amp; giddy already.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to ts send me home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thanks to that silly boy who waits for me at home! =)&lt;br /&gt;but once i reached home, that asshole went to slp. &lt;br /&gt;thanks for your concern! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jboy as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took temp at the point, 40 degrees already. like god damn it,&lt;br /&gt;very hot. i'm feeling like my head gonna burn sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. but ah yi keep helping me put ice pack &amp; things. &lt;br /&gt;now i'm awake, fever subside. i'm feeling so good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left with the throat infection i guess? &lt;br /&gt;ah yi say must be soak in the rain, lungs got infected again.&lt;br /&gt;:(  i'll recover soon! &lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to puff,&lt;br /&gt;then go watch some show. &lt;br /&gt;bye peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又过了一天，你几时才会回来？&lt;br /&gt;你不爱我了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-8854944194031786102?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8854944194031786102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=8854944194031786102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8854944194031786102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8854944194031786102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-recovering-fast-yesterday-was-bull.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-5942529484605606825</id><published>2009-08-15T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:03:59.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went Tiong Bahru examination centre for chinese oral.&lt;br /&gt;queue so long, ended up about 5mins only, then examinor ask me can go already.&lt;br /&gt;cui! chinese means chinese. can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Qing Li there, so we went back tgt. but like crap, we were drenched waiting for cab! &lt;br /&gt;up the cab, i'm freezing already. whole body by then already soaked. then&lt;br /&gt;the uncle aircon so big. finally reached hub, went to have mac!&lt;br /&gt;chit chat then home.&lt;br /&gt;bathe &amp; changed. XG came to my house's pick up point pick me, b tell me don't smoke on his car later, or else he'll kpkb. i ask why? ts say cause he just washed car. &lt;br /&gt;LOL. then ended up i rush finish my cig, you know what? XG says he want to smoke. &lt;br /&gt;ARGH. feel like slapping him. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright lah, went town's Ion. so many ppl, the show we wanted to watch is full.&lt;br /&gt;so we bought amk tickets. aftermath, nic &amp; huiting came to find us at food republic. &lt;br /&gt;then went Topshop walk a few round. then go raiders play lan. by then i'm feeling so feverish &amp; throat pain. still tahan til finished lan, go movie. &lt;br /&gt;by the time i reached the show, i started coughing badly. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went chompchomp opposite the prata talk cock with Fiona &amp; co. &lt;br /&gt;then went lan again =) &lt;br /&gt;no com, somemore waiting for Leon to come. saw Jimmy &amp; co. &lt;br /&gt;Leon reached, just nice got com already.&lt;br /&gt;like, YAY! &lt;br /&gt;then went L4D a few rounds, home sweet home! &lt;br /&gt;very tired &amp; sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now wake up already, really high fever i guess. coughing badly &amp; throat infections.&lt;br /&gt;pathetic me.&lt;br /&gt;recover fast Gwenn! :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye peeps, gonna rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每次生病时，都是你在我的左右。可是现在我又病了，你却不在。&lt;br /&gt;感情也不在了！&lt;br /&gt;我不配。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-5942529484605606825?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5942529484605606825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=5942529484605606825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5942529484605606825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5942529484605606825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterday-went-tiong-bahru-examination.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-6109820143135610424</id><published>2009-08-13T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:47:40.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>你是好人，也是个坏人。&lt;br /&gt;showing me the way to go, but left me halfway.&lt;br /&gt;then i'm lost. but couldn't find someone i know,&lt;br /&gt;to go ahead with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life been okay, alright.&lt;br /&gt;work, nlevel, worl nlevel.&lt;br /&gt;being independent seems so tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, went tiong bahru language centre for my make up n level english oral.&lt;br /&gt;sis was there too. we had a good day though.&lt;br /&gt;been long since i talked to her, see i saw her. &lt;br /&gt;we had our dinner at peper lunch with wanyu.&lt;br /&gt;walked around &amp; home. &lt;br /&gt;these little time, i'm happy &amp; contented.&lt;br /&gt;at least we're getting better i hope.&lt;br /&gt;tmr got chinese oral lah, die. fail -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, thanks to ts accompanied go get my hair done.&lt;br /&gt;like, before i went for oral. i went to have my hair sprayed VERY black.&lt;br /&gt;then went took a cab there. hair was so sticky and hard. like omg, disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like irritating, so many students, a few examinor. like wth! sat there doing nth for 3 hours just to wait for my TURN. like gosh, get a life.&lt;br /&gt;then went meet ts,xg &amp; eva after i had dinner with yiling. &lt;br /&gt;went to wash my hair at hair illusion.&lt;br /&gt;then go home change &amp; out to lan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played l4d, relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. like, that's what we can do.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry ts, didn't able to watch district 9 due to like&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me get my hair done. &lt;br /&gt;tmr okay?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then played versus with jonathan eric they all. &lt;br /&gt;went to eat &amp; home!&lt;br /&gt;was on the phone with silly awhile, then chat with ts on msn already.&lt;br /&gt;now it's 3.45, i'm watching my fav show. lie huo xiong xin3! &lt;br /&gt;at least something is accompanying.&lt;br /&gt;well, i admit i felt rather lonely. after i'm alone. &lt;br /&gt;for months, it's always empty in heart. &lt;br /&gt;but thanks to those who always kept me accompanied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that asshole sleeping tightly now.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight ppl! off to my show.&lt;br /&gt;nights :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-6109820143135610424?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6109820143135610424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=6109820143135610424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6109820143135610424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6109820143135610424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/showing-me-way-to-go-but-left-me.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7276556864359489222</id><published>2009-08-10T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:33:13.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>你也知道你对我有多重要，可是你还是选择了把我放在一边。&lt;br /&gt;我真的很辛苦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hesistated. for that moment, i don't know what i'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;but just lost. i bet you're as lost as i do, but you still choose to do&lt;br /&gt;this way.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i doesn't hold any hopes that we could or can try out again.&lt;br /&gt;things wouldn't be the same.&lt;br /&gt;if you doesn't want it, just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;don't make me like a fool, holding on to you that thinking you would still..&lt;br /&gt;like what you did, your actions doesn't seem to, but your words is farway to sweet.&lt;br /&gt;it just probably soften my heart. i need to be cruel like everyone been saying. &lt;br /&gt;hahah. can you let me off? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts at times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7276556864359489222?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7276556864359489222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7276556864359489222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7276556864359489222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7276556864359489222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/hesistated.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7255158996509563182</id><published>2009-08-09T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:26:51.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. been out to work, lan, watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;slackkkk.&lt;br /&gt;there's like nth much i can do seriously.&lt;br /&gt;but enjoyed the time out, at least returning home with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. no need to be like last time, having a sad face home or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i don't know why been stress being friends.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, things like even if i keep giving in.&lt;br /&gt;so no point like that.&lt;br /&gt;aiya, don't want talk much about it. make me even more stress.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight ppl. &lt;br /&gt;have to work tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recover soon ts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7255158996509563182?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7255158996509563182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7255158996509563182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7255158996509563182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7255158996509563182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-2692321402778630476</id><published>2009-08-06T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:43:15.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: A new day! &lt;br /&gt;okay, it started off badly. i slept barely an hour, now i'm sweating everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;because i think i'm down with fever againn. &lt;br /&gt;so the next thing i do, went to eat med. now using the damn com doing nth.&lt;br /&gt;daniel is crapping with me again on msn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CWVY-l5nMDA/Snuid16oApI/AAAAAAAABCs/e7IGRw09QZc/s1600-h/Gwenndolyn+%3D)303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CWVY-l5nMDA/Snuid16oApI/AAAAAAAABCs/e7IGRw09QZc/s200/Gwenndolyn+%3D)303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367062014514954898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CWVY-l5nMDA/SnuidcQq-SI/AAAAAAAABCk/6B1zxbvis_Q/s1600-h/Gwenndolyn+%3D)292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CWVY-l5nMDA/SnuidcQq-SI/AAAAAAAABCk/6B1zxbvis_Q/s200/Gwenndolyn+%3D)292.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367062007628101922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, belle been saying this two photos very different. &lt;br /&gt;i just don't understand! &lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;alright lah, i think i'm gonna nap. &lt;br /&gt;tired! i'm awake for like i think 24hours if don't count that&lt;br /&gt;barely 1hour of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-2692321402778630476?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2692321402778630476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=2692321402778630476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/2692321402778630476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/2692321402778630476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-day-okay-it-started-off-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CWVY-l5nMDA/Snuid16oApI/AAAAAAAABCs/e7IGRw09QZc/s72-c/Gwenndolyn+%3D)303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-677499551342499580</id><published>2009-08-02T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T05:26:08.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything changed. so many things happened through these months.&lt;br /&gt;pathetic days. &lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you behind. with my heart, i gave up.&lt;br /&gt;done. &lt;br /&gt;final say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁不能睡，没有了你，全都不对。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-677499551342499580?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/677499551342499580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=677499551342499580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/677499551342499580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/677499551342499580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-548951053405077368</id><published>2009-06-24T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:41:29.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many many things happened during this period of time.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, Dominic accident. i went overseas. came back,&lt;br /&gt;but realise doris moved back already.&lt;br /&gt;then quarreled with parents, aunt everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing the silly girl who used to stay above me.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly missing her voice, her laughter, her sillyness.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-548951053405077368?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/548951053405077368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=548951053405077368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/548951053405077368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/548951053405077368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/many-many-things-happened-during-this.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-3606355978019046631</id><published>2009-06-14T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:41:23.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>leaving! =)  see ya.&lt;br /&gt;will be back on friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-3606355978019046631?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3606355978019046631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Yesterday 2+am, chris sent me to kk's A&amp;E. &lt;br /&gt;i can't take it, so went black out. when i was up,&lt;br /&gt;i'm at the observation room already. &lt;br /&gt;chest was painful, lungs was hard to breathe already.&lt;br /&gt;coughing like crazy &amp; super tired. &lt;br /&gt;i saw the ecg tubes, blood pressure &amp; heart timer beside me. &lt;br /&gt;wah. i thinking this time gone already.&lt;br /&gt;but luckily, went admitted and everythings okay.&lt;br /&gt;i've been very noisy wanting to discharge, can't stand staying in the&lt;br /&gt;hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having glucose tube all these things.&lt;br /&gt;aww. suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been begging the doctors to let me off, i'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, after a long persuading. i was out around 5pm?&lt;br /&gt;but i saw the bill gonna send to my house.&lt;br /&gt;it's 1449. wth, can buy 4D already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. ward number 86 &amp; bed number 17.&lt;br /&gt;can buy 4d also. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah. now i very xin ku, gonna rest liao.&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-2699458558305922913?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2699458558305922913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=2699458558305922913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/2699458558305922913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/2699458558305922913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday-2am-chris-sent-me-to-kks-i.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7959991675422427614</id><published>2009-05-27T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:54:07.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well done! i'm fooled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7959991675422427614?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7959991675422427614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7959991675422427614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7959991675422427614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7959991675422427614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-done-im-fooled.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-217125497007468190</id><published>2009-05-25T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:04:46.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That was a sudden one.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i can feel. &amp; thanks for doing this to me.&lt;br /&gt;why! what's wrong. i know it's my fault keeping you awaiting,&lt;br /&gt;but do you've to do this to me? maybe i kept you waited too long, &lt;br /&gt;that you've decided to do this already. well done then.&lt;br /&gt;i lost of words already, i don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE GOT nothing i can do! &lt;br /&gt;whatever i did, i say. you got something to say.&lt;br /&gt;can you also understand my feelings too? &lt;br /&gt;ya. everybody's blaming me, blame me for all i did. &lt;br /&gt;i'm the bad one in the picture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the times can change back.&lt;br /&gt;i'll say yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-217125497007468190?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/217125497007468190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=217125497007468190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/217125497007468190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/217125497007468190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-was-sudden-one.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-2787448833876852384</id><published>2009-05-25T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:18:13.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, i tried to talk to you. but you were to busy.&lt;br /&gt;don't know leh, maybe if you like her then okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;i mean if you wants to fall for her, i'm fine with it. &lt;br /&gt;argh. why my mind corrupted one. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-2787448833876852384?l=your-dearestgirl.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-21285493.post-8330368305504889450</id><published>2009-05-23T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:04:56.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;really lost. what the hell you wants me to do?&lt;br /&gt;since we're apart alr then so be it lah.&lt;br /&gt;why keep bothering me with the same old thing that you always ask.&lt;br /&gt;every start &amp; every end you said it.&lt;br /&gt;i keep myself a distance from you, whatever it is i also accept it.&lt;br /&gt;but why the fuck you want to keep on making me suffer? &lt;br /&gt;i had enough in whatever decision you did. in times to come, i did everything i can to avoid you. though i know it's hard. but &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;!  i seriously don't understand. what you wants from me?&lt;br /&gt;just tell me straight to the face. what you want! when then i can stop all those and move on? i don't want to keep pondering around your world. making me face the fact that actually hurting me. i don't know what else i can say. i'm already so fucking lonely, but you actually can make my life even worst. how then i can change my life?&lt;br /&gt;i want to move on. i really wants to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone please just wake me up!&lt;br /&gt;i need my wake up call. since that day you chose to leave, from that moment i know everything's gone. i know i've to face the fact that you actually leave liao. i've to know that i'll be fucking lonely that i got to spend the times alone.&lt;br /&gt;since the time you left, i know i've to face everything alone. &lt;br /&gt;i don't care what it takes to leave the world of yours, i really hate to be missing you. to be thinking of you. i want to make new friends, i don't want to keep myself in your world of darkness. i want my life to be colourful. i wasted so much of my time on you. now that we're over, aren't i supposed to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;but you're fucking making me suffer. why eh. why. why.&lt;br /&gt;i need an answer, i want an answer in things you did. i don't understand why you've to do this to me. i don't know why you actually can do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears been waking me up. tears been telling me to face the fact that he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;i know no point crying over spilled milk. really. i know. i understand! but it just don't get through my actions. why the hell do i still care what you doing, how have you been? while working, i've been thinking why the hell happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;i wants to find back myself. i want everything back to normal. i want to forget you. i don't want the dark side coming into me. i don't want to be like emo every where i go.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy at the start after break up i'm happy! i don't have to quarrel with you. i don't have to be like how i used to alr. but then after a few days. i really miss you so much. i really keep thinking bout you. i can't stop the pain. i can't! i admit i failed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So sick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta change my answering machine &lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm alone &lt;br /&gt;'Cause right now it says that we &lt;br /&gt;Can't come to the phone &lt;br /&gt;And I know it makes no sense &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you walked out the door &lt;br /&gt;But it's the only way I hear your voice &lt;br /&gt;Anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's ridiculous) &lt;br /&gt;It's been months for some reason I just &lt;br /&gt;(Can't get over us) &lt;br /&gt;And I'm stronger than this &lt;br /&gt;(Enough is enough) &lt;br /&gt;No more walking 'round with my head down &lt;br /&gt;I'm so over being blue &lt;br /&gt;Crying over you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sick of love songs &lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears &lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing &lt;br /&gt;You were still here &lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs &lt;br /&gt;So sad and slow &lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta fix that calendar I have &lt;br /&gt;That's marked July 15th &lt;br /&gt;Because since there's no more you &lt;br /&gt;There's no more anniversary &lt;br /&gt;I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you &lt;br /&gt;And your memories&lt;br /&gt;And now every song reminds me &lt;br /&gt;Of what used to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;That's the reason &lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of love songs &lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears &lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing &lt;br /&gt;You were still here &lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs &lt;br /&gt;So sad and slow &lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-o-h (Leave me alone) &lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone (Stupid love song) &lt;br /&gt;Don't make me think about her smile &lt;br /&gt;Or having my first child &lt;br /&gt;Then lettin' go &lt;br /&gt;Turning off the radio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus x3) &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm so sick of love songs &lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears &lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing &lt;br /&gt;She were still here &lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs &lt;br /&gt;So sad and slow &lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio? &lt;br /&gt;(So why can't I turn off the radio?) &lt;br /&gt;Why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired. so tired of everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't disturb your life. so don't disturb mine please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-8330368305504889450?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-6389338088160171962</id><published>2009-05-23T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T03:24:41.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a saturday, yet i'm back in the office. :(&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now trying to close a deal &amp; i can slack alr!&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ending work in 30mins time ^^&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-6389338088160171962?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6389338088160171962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=6389338088160171962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6389338088160171962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6389338088160171962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-is-saturday-yet-im-back-in-office.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7863101499704378540</id><published>2009-05-21T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:24:59.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now have to rmb every listing of the car.&lt;br /&gt;jia lat.&lt;br /&gt;now brain like want die liao :(&lt;br /&gt;helpppppppppppppp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7863101499704378540?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7863101499704378540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7863101499704378540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7863101499704378540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7863101499704378540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-have-to-rmb-every-listing-of-car.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-6376806014272100400</id><published>2009-05-21T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:05:00.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many many things happened these few days,&lt;br /&gt;i'm too busy to even post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Doris, &lt;br /&gt;when i witnessed the accident.&lt;br /&gt;i felt heartpain, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;especially when andrew &amp; you on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;when i felt so helplessly.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i can help you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i can do also! i'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;i snooked. girl, seeing you like that really felt like helping.&lt;br /&gt;takecare of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i'll help you bathe all these when i'm back okay?&lt;br /&gt;takecare, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleavon, i'm not trying to  be sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we just communicate the wrong way i guess?&lt;br /&gt;but you know i care. i didn't know why you sounded like you don't trust me,&lt;br /&gt;but it really makes me no point if i goes another way.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i don't want to everyday have conflicts with you.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we should spend time more tgt then say bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now at work, so tired. &lt;br /&gt;been in the office &amp; i felt like slping.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. using the lappy actually finding those details,&lt;br /&gt;but ended up blogging as well.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight L4D, bbq, drink whatever.&lt;br /&gt;too many to rmb! ahhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-6376806014272100400?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6376806014272100400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=6376806014272100400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6376806014272100400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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time on you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just get the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;gonna work. work. work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go out meet pinky.&lt;br /&gt;then cleavon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-4801724591090844718?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4801724591090844718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=4801724591090844718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4801724591090844718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-2727747777384252986</id><published>2009-05-11T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:32:44.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You eventually threw me,&lt;br /&gt;now that we're finished, gone!&lt;br /&gt;you came back to me again. &lt;br /&gt;Baby, sometimes i just wonder, &lt;br /&gt;what's all these craps refering? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAPERS tmr!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-2727747777384252986?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2727747777384252986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-21285493.post-4082150549403988253</id><published>2009-05-07T03:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:49:33.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It just seems so empty.&lt;br /&gt;when are you gonna fill it again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-4082150549403988253?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4082150549403988253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=4082150549403988253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4082150549403988253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4082150549403988253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-just-seems-so-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-5868797464171204500</id><published>2009-05-02T01:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:17:55.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wants to recover, hate that lump that grew in my throat ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-1578419636600357845</id><published>2009-04-29T02:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:41:40.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What's all those? so you treated me like a fool. why &lt;br /&gt;not just gave me an answer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-1578419636600357845?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1578419636600357845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=1578419636600357845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1578419636600357845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1578419636600357845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-all-those-so-you-treated-me-like.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-5733093058435790070</id><published>2009-04-28T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:28:19.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When will i learn! &lt;br /&gt;everyone's so fucking disappoint in me.&lt;br /&gt;every knows me, inside out especially.&lt;br /&gt;and now that i've lost 2, who used to stand there for me.&lt;br /&gt;that always there. nvr fails to encourage,&lt;br /&gt;now that they are tired. got enough. &lt;br /&gt;when then i can learn to treasure? &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be losing more.&lt;br /&gt;time to wake up, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry honey.&lt;br /&gt;i disappoints you. yeah, this might be craps to you.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't know you actually cared &amp; treasure so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-5733093058435790070?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5733093058435790070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=5733093058435790070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5733093058435790070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5733093058435790070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-will-i-learn-everyones-so-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-4328909703084399810</id><published>2009-04-25T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:54:12.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;didn't thought of you remembering me, as well as knowing you'll give her the same message as well. Baby, i really don't understand. :( please, don't let me hanging around like a fool!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-4328909703084399810?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4328909703084399810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=4328909703084399810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4328909703084399810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4328909703084399810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/didnt-thought-of-you-remembering-me-as.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-1835021040454340026</id><published>2009-04-23T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:31:45.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went school, had a few test. gone! all so last minute. then follow by going home after school? The weather so hot! Alright, then actually meeting Din. End up ate with Barry at our nearby coffee shop, saw Sofea, Yue feng, Xin yi. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ordered our food, while eating, we were talking bout our school stuff. then eat finished already, went said bye to them. They told me, i never button. I was like, huh? Then i saw and i faster ran to the toilet. So malu lah, paiseh also :(   like, LOL. if they never tell me, means i'll be so funny can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to take a bus to mrt, and took mrt to town meet mummy &amp; Aunt Janet. shopped around at paragon's metro. Spent around 300? Then i realised i actually spend on quite useless things lah, waste money! :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw starbucks, so decided to drink something. We sat down and chit chatted. While mummy went to get drinks, Aunt Janet told me mummy cried because she was worried bout my health, my studies and everything. About coming home so late, sleeping so late. Aunt Janet say mummy doesn't want to scold me nor nag me cause she knows i don't like being nag &amp; scolded. But she's quite unhappy with it. She said mummy was disappointed in me, though i changed to be better but she hoped i could be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry mummy, i'll try my best to be home early. Will do things that don't disappoint you instead. I didn't know you cared much bout me, since you're always not around. &amp; i hardly talked to you. I know you love me alot, but i love you as well. I'll learn to treasure you, sorry mummy to let you heart broken! I'll change for the better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr going paragon again get my phone, can't book through net cause got to choose numbers. So have to go down to the shop. Daddy is going with me! &lt;br /&gt;Well, it's late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to turn in! Goodnight ppl, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dear, left with 6days for you to be back! Like finally, so long never see you. Neither talk to you. Sorry, but i think you of you almost all the time. I hope you recovered from your flu, and wished you'll be back safely cause you know i'm still waiting! Happy belated monthsary. :) just felt like telling you. Misses plenty (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-1835021040454340026?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1835021040454340026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=1835021040454340026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1835021040454340026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1835021040454340026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-school-had-few-test.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-9200328521294977535</id><published>2009-04-22T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:26:58.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright! i've settled :D&lt;br /&gt;wants that 16GB one, daddy says i'm his little expensive daughter.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna bathe now, then pack bag &amp; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;tired ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby coming back soon, but i don't know what i can say to settle things.&lt;br /&gt;:(  i wished i didn't stucked in this confusion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-9200328521294977535?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9200328521294977535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=9200328521294977535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/9200328521294977535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/9200328521294977535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/alright-ive-settled-d-wants-that-16gb.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7679870023085533385</id><published>2009-04-21T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:17:52.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, i know many are disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;especially honey. i'll try my best,&lt;br /&gt;and i hope things around me don't affect me.&lt;br /&gt;i need motivations as well,&lt;br /&gt;i left not much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went polyclinic, took a bunch of medication.&lt;br /&gt;then slack around, sleep &amp; sleep. &lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey, dearest it been 3weeks? i think. &lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting for you to come back. :\ &lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll be back safely!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7679870023085533385?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7679870023085533385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7679870023085533385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7679870023085533385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7679870023085533385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-i-know-many-are-disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-1844252992413004661</id><published>2009-04-20T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T04:46:42.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go on girl.</title><content type='html'>Ne Yo- Go on girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant get it back, but&lt;br /&gt;I dont want it back, i&lt;br /&gt;Realized that,&lt;br /&gt;She dont know how to act&lt;br /&gt;Never been a dumb dude&lt;br /&gt;No im not dense&lt;br /&gt;I Just had a slight lack&lt;br /&gt;Of common sense&lt;br /&gt;I was the good guy&lt;br /&gt;She was the bad girl&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking one girl&lt;br /&gt;She thinking me, earl james and jimmy&lt;br /&gt;Yep she had plenty&lt;br /&gt;But love for me, she didnt have any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inviting, her into my heart&lt;br /&gt;But she was out riding in some other man's car&lt;br /&gt;She was my night time, thought I was her star&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was wrong, but see im strong&lt;br /&gt;Wont take me long for me to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont worry bout me im fine&lt;br /&gt;(Please dont worry bout me im fine)&lt;br /&gt;Only gonna play the fool one time&lt;br /&gt;(Only gonna play the fool one time)&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say&lt;br /&gt;That i'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;(Go on girl)&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;(Go on girl)&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it back, &lt;br /&gt;and I dont want it back,&lt;br /&gt;Realized that,&lt;br /&gt;She dont know how to act&lt;br /&gt;Tried to settle down and look what I get&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was my time, but I guess not yet&lt;br /&gt;She at the bar getting drinks from many men&lt;br /&gt;Im in the house, thinking shes with her girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;Trust not knowing, truly not knowing&lt;br /&gt;I look back now like, man, I was open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inviting, her into my heart&lt;br /&gt;But she was out riding in some other man's car&lt;br /&gt;She was my night time, thought I was her star&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was wrong, but see im strong&lt;br /&gt;Wont take me long for me to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont worry bout me im fine&lt;br /&gt;(Please dont worry bout me im fine)&lt;br /&gt;Only gonna play the fool one time&lt;br /&gt;(Only gonna play the fool one time)&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say&lt;br /&gt;That i'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;(Go on girl)&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;(Go on girl)&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;The mistake i made is clear&lt;br /&gt;(we never shoulda been together)&lt;br /&gt;Thats the reason youre not here&lt;br /&gt;(I know that I can do much better)&lt;br /&gt;Not a single salty tear&lt;br /&gt;Not a feeling in my chest&lt;br /&gt;Baby im feeling no stress&lt;br /&gt;Im too fly to be depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on Girl&lt;br /&gt;Go on Girl&lt;br /&gt;Go on Girl&lt;br /&gt;Go on Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont worry bout me im fine&lt;br /&gt;(Please dont worry bout me im fine)&lt;br /&gt;Only gonna play the fool one time&lt;br /&gt;(Only gonna play the fool one time)&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say&lt;br /&gt;That i'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;(Go on girl)&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;(Go on girl)&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been few weeks not seeing you, didn't talk much either.&lt;br /&gt;miss you lah! Baby come back soon. ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-1844252992413004661?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1844252992413004661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=1844252992413004661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1844252992413004661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/1844252992413004661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/go-on-girl.html' title='Go on girl.'/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-8066552876241681079</id><published>2009-04-20T04:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T04:17:45.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy =\</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CWVY-l5nMDA/SexZ0Enp-mI/AAAAAAAABCc/77QyDyUBZsA/s1600-h/merry-go-round.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CWVY-l5nMDA/SexZ0Enp-mI/AAAAAAAABCc/77QyDyUBZsA/s200/merry-go-round.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326731210400594530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;lessons started at 9, maths.&lt;br /&gt;lucky it's the first lesson, not so restless.&lt;br /&gt;but til chemistry, i became so sleepy. thinking after school still got tuition waiting for me at home.&lt;br /&gt;bored lah :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. now tuition finished, use com &amp; slack.&lt;br /&gt;Helmi just reached my place, doing his RP stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i wants to slp :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey baby, 11more days still. I miss you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-8066552876241681079?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8066552876241681079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=8066552876241681079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8066552876241681079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8066552876241681079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy =\'/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CWVY-l5nMDA/SexZ0Enp-mI/AAAAAAAABCc/77QyDyUBZsA/s72-c/merry-go-round.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-8988043821995037191</id><published>2009-04-19T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:28:00.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED!</title><content type='html'>Spent the whole noon doing this silly blog.&lt;br /&gt;spent so much time on it, now done already but tired.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, having dinner at causeway later with family.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, since you left overseas, nvr talk to you much. &lt;br /&gt;still have 2more weeks, i'm waiting for you to come back, safely!&lt;br /&gt;miss you &amp; happy anniversary.(: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-8988043821995037191?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8988043821995037191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=8988043821995037191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8988043821995037191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8988043821995037191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title='TIRED!'/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-8278811426284453872</id><published>2009-04-18T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T05:53:12.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw that, sister. it's just even thousand words can't explain how i feels.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that you gave up, i know it's atrocious if you see this. &lt;br /&gt;i know i no longer stand anywhere in you. but just too hard to explain the feels.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how we landed up this way, i drift out too far.&lt;br /&gt;you drift out too far as well. now nothing helps. &lt;br /&gt;how then can we become back to how we used to sis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried many ways in talking to you,&lt;br /&gt;i tried to find topics, i tried to ask you out.&lt;br /&gt;wanting to have back the times we spent. those stupid &amp; silly fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;i tried many ways. but no use. it's pointless. &lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to say now. just an i'm sorry, &lt;br /&gt;you're still so important. &lt;br /&gt;i didn't treasure chances, i didn't treasure you enough. sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-8278811426284453872?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8278811426284453872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=8278811426284453872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8278811426284453872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8278811426284453872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-saw-that-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7969030535545526696</id><published>2009-04-11T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:46:05.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back at sembawang. bored. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7969030535545526696?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7969030535545526696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7969030535545526696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7969030535545526696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7969030535545526696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-at-sembawang.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7253448705468985791</id><published>2009-04-06T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:06:35.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow just not as good as you're. I know you can do it, not like me. Failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7253448705468985791?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7253448705468985791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7253448705468985791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7253448705468985791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7253448705468985791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/somehow-just-not-as-good-as-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-746745715478739603</id><published>2009-03-25T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:22:46.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it's too late to apologize. &lt;br /&gt;too late to make it up, i've done everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-746745715478739603?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/746745715478739603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=746745715478739603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/746745715478739603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/746745715478739603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-its-too-late-to-apologize.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-4708136892068882448</id><published>2009-02-28T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:11:24.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to send 3rd bro go airport, he going for attachment in jiamusi. The journey super long, went through many places like beijing? Have to transit flight here &amp; there. Anyway, wish him bon voyage :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back in few months time though. takecare bro, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went adam's chalet yesterday, at the same time going paul's. &lt;br /&gt;Hahs, but i don't seem to have the mood to enjoy. Seeing you like that, i felt hard pain. Aww,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-4708136892068882448?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4708136892068882448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=4708136892068882448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4708136892068882448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4708136892068882448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/went-to-send-3rd-bro-go-airport-he.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7918665393810663682</id><published>2009-02-24T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:16:54.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mc mc mc.&lt;br /&gt;:( &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING CRAZY STAYING HOME FOR A WEEK ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7918665393810663682?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7918665393810663682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7918665393810663682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7918665393810663682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7918665393810663682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/mc-mc-mc.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-5738073743543431251</id><published>2009-02-22T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:11:07.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THROAT INFECTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;damn it :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-5738073743543431251?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5738073743543431251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=5738073743543431251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5738073743543431251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5738073743543431251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/throat-infections.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7842723700906016279</id><published>2009-02-16T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:32:23.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7842723700906016279?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7842723700906016279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7842723700906016279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7842723700906016279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7842723700906016279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/gone.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-2020242905504959519</id><published>2009-02-15T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:59:54.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>many many things happened. first year of valentine, being so lonely. But luckily, many ppl stood by me. Since the day you changed, you left, too many things happened. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm the one? I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, days been happy with friends, good friends i meant. Being with me. Thanks people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-2020242905504959519?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2020242905504959519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=2020242905504959519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/2020242905504959519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/2020242905504959519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/many-many-things-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-7288639412804671730</id><published>2009-02-05T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:45:32.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's wrong!&lt;br /&gt;schoo really bad. :\&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm so tired everyday after school.&lt;br /&gt;so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems so tired of everything especially.&lt;br /&gt;:(   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you have to do this to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand. really don't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-7288639412804671730?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7288639412804671730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=7288639412804671730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7288639412804671730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/7288639412804671730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-wrong-schoo-really-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-8028716052241703764</id><published>2009-01-30T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:20:53.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>knowing yourself couldn't drink so much, yet still you did. &lt;br /&gt;For what? really regretted getting together with you, i didn't know i would ruins you. If i know you would be this way, i should had not rush into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being together, then i realise i shouldn't be tempted by the rush you gave me. sigh, i'm sorry then. All my fault after all. &lt;br /&gt;Blame me for everything silly, &lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-8028716052241703764?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8028716052241703764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=8028716052241703764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8028716052241703764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8028716052241703764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/knowing-yourself-couldnt-drink-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-3936633785471185714</id><published>2009-01-29T10:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:57:57.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope you're really fine. &lt;br /&gt;When then will you learn? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-3936633785471185714?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3936633785471185714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Knowing yourself can't drink so much,&lt;br /&gt;yet go drink.&lt;br /&gt;how silly can you be?&lt;br /&gt;how then can i not worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-8626729327471200275?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8626729327471200275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=8626729327471200275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8626729327471200275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8626729327471200275'/><link rel='alternate' 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href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6936089893495500775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=6936089893495500775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6936089893495500775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6936089893495500775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-lose-everything-all.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-8850643757992691065</id><published>2009-01-26T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:00:51.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>常常责怪自己当初不应该&lt;br /&gt;常常后悔没有把你留下来&lt;br /&gt;为什么明明相爱&lt;br /&gt;到最后还是要分开&lt;br /&gt;是否我们总是徘徊在心门之外&lt;br /&gt;谁知道又和你相遇在人海&lt;br /&gt;命运如此安排总叫人无奈&lt;br /&gt;这些年过得不好不坏&lt;br /&gt;只是好像少了一个人存在&lt;br /&gt;而我渐渐明白你仍然是我不变的关怀&lt;br /&gt;有多少爱可以重来&lt;br /&gt;有多少人愿意等待&lt;br /&gt;能懂得珍惜以后会来却不知那份爱&lt;br /&gt;会不会还在&lt;br /&gt;有多少爱可以重来&lt;br /&gt;有多少人值得等待&lt;br /&gt;当爱情历经桑田沧海&lt;br /&gt;是否还有勇气去爱&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;谁知道又和你相遇在人海&lt;br /&gt;命运如此安排都叫人无奈&lt;br /&gt;这些年过的不好不坏&lt;br /&gt;只是好像少了一个人存在&lt;br /&gt;而我渐渐明白你仍然是我不变的关怀&lt;br /&gt;有多少爱可以重来&lt;br /&gt;有多少人愿意等待&lt;br /&gt;当懂得珍惜以后会来却不知那份爱&lt;br /&gt;会不会还在&lt;br /&gt;当爱情历经桑田沧海是否还有勇气去爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this song is nice,&lt;br /&gt;fits the whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-8850643757992691065?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8850643757992691065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=8850643757992691065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8850643757992691065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8850643757992691065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-i-think-this-song-is-nice-fits.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-4231446846994124855</id><published>2009-01-25T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:45:01.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 3rd day here,&lt;br /&gt;facing the 4 damn walls again.&lt;br /&gt;still have a week to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(  i don't like here,&lt;br /&gt;the whole level is me, myself.&lt;br /&gt;while the rest at the floor below. &lt;br /&gt;each night thinking so much again,&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i be happy?&lt;br /&gt;why did you change my life after getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;why!&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i was like how i used to.&lt;br /&gt;wearing a smile on the face,&lt;br /&gt;it's no longer like how i'm now.&lt;br /&gt;i can't smile radiantly.&lt;br /&gt;i can't.&lt;br /&gt;i don't blame you also, &lt;br /&gt;maybe it was my fault for falling.&lt;br /&gt;i fallen too deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, thanks for letting me learn how to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-4231446846994124855?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4231446846994124855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=4231446846994124855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4231446846994124855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/4231446846994124855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/3rd-day-here-facing-4-damn-walls-again.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-2618380967200535950</id><published>2009-01-24T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:43:29.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: He gave me one me to you bear also! &lt;br /&gt;hahah. alright, that's to keep my days in sembawang better. &lt;br /&gt;i'm going out soon, meeting some idiots. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then go over to grandmother's place for reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;meeting shawn for awhile i think?&lt;br /&gt;because he says his coming to find me.&lt;br /&gt;Lim fei say he's coming too. haahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored leh. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yilingsis left,&lt;br /&gt;back on the 30th&lt;br /&gt;miss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot baby, imy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-2618380967200535950?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2618380967200535950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=2618380967200535950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/2618380967200535950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/2618380967200535950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-gave-me-one-me-to-you-bear-also.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-8137565421683544298</id><published>2009-01-23T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:30:21.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored. chinese new year is the worst part i ever have each year. everyone must be super happy having red packets. ;&lt;br /&gt;But i've to force myself going back being happy. &lt;br /&gt;Moving back to sembawang tonight til next week or next next week i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't bother asking me out. Because not convenient alr, sembawang &amp; amk many many different loh. &lt;br /&gt;Somemore the road light switched off at 11? means i've to be home before that. or else can't walk that path unless i'm really brave. lol! &lt;br /&gt;Aiya, but still like shit. &lt;br /&gt;have many many bearit to accompany me while i over there. HAHAH. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, 7.30am now. I'm awake. so dislike going back, shit these. &lt;br /&gt;Morning anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-8137565421683544298?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8137565421683544298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=8137565421683544298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8137565421683544298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/8137565421683544298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-5391185385756572624</id><published>2009-01-16T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:03:10.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sick again, what is this? tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-5391185385756572624?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5391185385756572624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks to some fcuker,&lt;br /&gt;i'm landed this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-3929159489869040756?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3929159489869040756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=3929159489869040756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3929159489869040756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/3929159489869040756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-to-some-fcuker-im-landed-this.html' title=''/><author><name>XxGweNnnxX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987329054846090284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-9096761033699378522</id><published>2009-01-11T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:35:11.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fainted in the morning.. &lt;br /&gt;yesterday de yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;then sent to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;so discharged around 5pm+ ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i'm weak. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-9096761033699378522?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21285493.post-1802075570823422766</id><published>2009-01-10T15:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:07:00.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me get over it, &lt;br /&gt;let me be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i ever asked for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-1802075570823422766?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1802075570823422766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=1802075570823422766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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someone just help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-5323085597221020035?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5323085597221020035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=5323085597221020035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5323085597221020035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/5323085597221020035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-did-i-fall-for-you-making-me-worse.html' 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me.&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't be hurt, you would be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if you hate me, i'll be even happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21285493-6241314949085543274?l=your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6241314949085543274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21285493&amp;postID=6241314949085543274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6241314949085543274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21285493/posts/default/6241314949085543274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://your-dearestgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahhh.html' 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