<?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-8101831766442189081</id><updated>2011-10-12T17:47:52.220+08:00</updated><category term='Wedding is love.'/><category term='Mixture of feelings'/><category term='Love was never a game.'/><category term='My happiness'/><category term='Love'/><category term='FOOD STOP EATING'/><category term='a love story'/><category term='Piss..'/><title type='text'>Happily Married.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-6498421457551878064</id><published>2011-03-22T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T20:12:38.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO LONG.</title><content type='html'>Hi t all my dearest peeps, hee, Im away due t baobei Xzavier... Im so busy and tired after he's out... But finally I understand the feeling of being a mother. "Mama zhen de hen wei da". Hubbey is being a super nice husband and daddy, always coming home early t accompany baobei Xzavier and me... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hopes that Xzavier grow up fast fast, healthily and Im content already. My first burfdae prezzie was from Xzavier accompany when it hits 12am on de 17th night. My hubbey actually act as thou he forgets my burfday, he said that AK's car spoiled and he accompany him till he's car is send t the workshop. And I was so pissed and asked him can't he come home when AK's car spoil, den I hang up without even saying bye t him. Then I waited till 12am, Xzavier started crying for mummy hugs and Hubbey wasn't home yet. So start receiving messages and fb alerts , friends and family wishing me happy burfday. And I didn't receive a phone call NOR a message from that arsehole of mine. So I started crying and almost throwing his pillow t tell him t sleeps in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just text him and asked where is he... No reply or anything. And I just keep crying and silent my phone wishing that I could cry myself t sleep and ignores him. And not long, when the clock almost strikes 12.30am he actually came home t surprise me. But I was still quite piss off that he came home this late and not wishing me at 12am EXACTLY. Mwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love the prezzie he gives me. Really much appreciations and lots of love. I was so touched, even thou I know how much it cost.... LOL, but yeah I truly love it.. (: Hubbey thankyou! I LOVE YOU! MUACKSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, kk gotta go! Baobei xzavier crying for mummy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-6498421457551878064?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6498421457551878064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=6498421457551878064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6498421457551878064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6498421457551878064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-long.html' title='SO LONG.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2468189714233210519</id><published>2011-02-28T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:31:46.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan Trip.</title><content type='html'>Im waiting for my little baobei to come into this world to meet mummy and daddy! I couldn't wait for his arrival. I've booked my ticket and hotel for Taiwan trip. All mummies in my family are going holiday after we give birth, hee a time for us to relax after 10 months of suffering... I really wish baobei come out faster... I couldn't stand the backache and all the hard walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2468189714233210519?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2468189714233210519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2468189714233210519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2468189714233210519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2468189714233210519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2011/02/taiwan-trip.html' title='Taiwan Trip.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-7840336837132143845</id><published>2010-12-23T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:39:39.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few days more to Thrid Trimester.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 more days to Christmas, and 5 days to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little rascal turns 28 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I already feels very tired and difficult to breathe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whenever I eats dinner. But my mil and hubbey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feed me as thou, Im really eating for 2... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which sometimes makes me feels very &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uncomfortable after eating.... ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feels full to sits infront of the computer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-7840336837132143845?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7840336837132143845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=7840336837132143845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7840336837132143845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7840336837132143845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/few-days-more-to-thrid-trimester.html' title='Few days more to Thrid Trimester.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-1302140215108330151</id><published>2010-12-21T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:29:13.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chanel ~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG! Falling in love with all Chanel stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chanel Wallet, Chanel Bag &amp;amp; Chanel's perfume! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im loving Chanel so much that I wish I could go into Chanel and work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahhaha! Madness right? Yeah I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love love love CHANEL ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bag I wanted, $3.4k. My god!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I strike 4D I will definitely go for it man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want CHANEL so badly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But hubbey won't get such expensive stuff for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially when little Xzaiver is on his way to this world... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh, CHanel I will just have to say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im still saving for you(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My eyes are hurting... Super red, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and super picky in feeling... Wonder what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe is the contact lens! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My legs feels tired today... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Superbly tired today.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder what happen... Isit the shoe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, hopes not.. Cause Im so lazy to go down to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pass things to CC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh, irritating &amp;amp; the person on leave till Friday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fucked up!! And lucky I didn't went down on Monday if not, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my trip will be wasted. Fucked up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Urghs... Worst company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im so so so sleepy~~~~ ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im waiting for Hubbey to come home... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But my eyes are closing.... -.-.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-1302140215108330151?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1302140215108330151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=1302140215108330151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/1302140215108330151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/1302140215108330151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/chanel.html' title='Chanel ~!'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2428339261898373186</id><published>2010-12-14T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:48:45.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Husband..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My silly husband was listening to my stomach yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and saying why is there a sound like " pout pout pout"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I was like, it's the heartbeat... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he continue listening as his little prince was kicking happily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He put in head near to little's leg and little just kick whenever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his daddy's head move. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xzaiver should be thinking inside...&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY YOU'RE HEAVY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahaha, Im very blissful to have Xzaiver now...(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's totally a happy thing happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dear aunt, Clarissa has already gave birth to her little princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shervelle Sim. A new family member in my family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's super cute... Im looking forward to see her during Chinese New Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss holding onto new born... But also some more scare... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause of their soft bones!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully Xzaiver is a fatty bom bom when he comes out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; At least no so fragile... Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going bath! BYE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2428339261898373186?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2428339261898373186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2428339261898373186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2428339261898373186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2428339261898373186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/silly-husband.html' title='Silly Husband..'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-7137501798938944077</id><published>2010-12-10T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:05:46.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishes my full shift!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yayness that I've finished my full shift for this coming week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And next week I doesn't have one till 26th December...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been packing and sorting out my counter... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please stop messing it up my dear BAs...(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was shock by the mess created on the very first day of work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I packed packed packed, I throw all cartons and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;throw all unwanted and unclaimed stuff left in my store room! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Packed all guys and ladies perfume... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im working noon shift tomorrow, I hopes tml will be the same as today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice customer walking here, test test test and okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me few pieces and pay money... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was quite piss off w one of my colleague. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a customer wanted to get more fragrance which &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have run out of stocks! And guess what!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's suppose to be my customer she just took it as her's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im so bloody piss off with her!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Early know, ask my customer don't find her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tsk, nevermind my customer promised to come over to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;paragon to get instead. (: *hearts to my customer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im quite tired, tired out by work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had an eye infections as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How unlucky. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quite painful, but well a sleep will be just nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good night peeps(: Mummy and little Xzaiver is going bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps;/ I thank God for a gift like little Xzaiver, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his kicks &amp;amp; punches are so ticklish at times that makes me *giggles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little t myself whenever I feel his movement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love his movement inside me... But I couldn't get even more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;excited over his arrival next year in March. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone is excited about your arrival, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;especially your grandma and grandpa, they have already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotten ready everything even still shopping for things for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mummy wants to smell your small smelly hands covered by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gloves and kiss your chubby little cheeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least whenever daddy is not around, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you can share the bed w mummy and showing off t daddy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how nice and comfortable we are sleeping at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heehee(: Daddy will hate me for seeing this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mummy couldn't wait for Xzaiver's arrival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Loves, Mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-7137501798938944077?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7137501798938944077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=7137501798938944077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7137501798938944077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7137501798938944077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/finishes-my-full-shift.html' title='Finishes my full shift!'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4010220184903942809</id><published>2010-12-09T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T20:07:08.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Should Be Proud Of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things Singaporean should be proud of, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Pushing preggies for  7pm show on channel 8..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-A mother of a kid yet doesn't give up reserved seat for preggies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Pushing old ladies and old uncles for 7pm show on channel 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Stops in the middle of the road whenever hitting 10pm to escape paying ERP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Causing accidents during peak hour... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Staring at people whenever you're in the wrong... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Not a apologizing when your are in the wrong, still thinking that your are correct! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, this is what some Singaporean should be proud of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously, don't understand what is wrong with some aunties! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's with the show on channel 8!? If you really love watching, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your should get a bloody disc if you know that you can't rush &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;home on time... Or just stay at home and watch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't get out of the house! For god sake!! Your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are the cause of certain accidents happens..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Sometimes I think those youth that start stabbing people are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;correct, just some Singaporean just worth stabbing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I understand that your'll are tired and also wants to go back earlier &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and rest! But not only your wants to go home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; If your so into the show, must as well just stay at home and watch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't need work already. Seriously, these people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;faces should really appear on TV, NEWS, POSTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See how wonderful your are, causing accidents and giving troubles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to be extremely careful, but because of these people living...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're just out harming people... Seriously, this people should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stay at home and just corrupt their mind with that 7pm show! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Shake head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Urghs! Thank god Im fine... If not I will seriously stabbed them, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even going jail I find it worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These people should just leave in a country or Island that only contains themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xzaiver feels super angry... His kicking are super hard and punches as thou, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im his punching bag...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4010220184903942809?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4010220184903942809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4010220184903942809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4010220184903942809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4010220184903942809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/singapore-should-be-proud-of.html' title='Singapore Should Be Proud Of.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-6928615921783052846</id><published>2010-12-06T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:30:50.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im totally super disappointed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what words can describe how I feels right now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dislike people that just because you wants to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tag along, I have to stay home whole day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and expect to do nothing for the whole day just because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of people like you!! I already doesn't have much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time out... Even during the night if I wants to tag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;along whenever he go rounding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I already couldn't because of my big tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then why even your this kind of people couldn't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my unhappiness of, I STILL NEED STAY AT HOME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FOR THE DAY!! Then what is fair to me!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still have another 4 months to go!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If every off day of mine people like you disturbed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;means I have to stay at home!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How unhappy I am... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life is all work... I don't know to feel disappointed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or what... But Im seriously super unhappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My tears couldn't stop falling... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My day is just spoiled by people like you!! FUCK YOU!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just don't fucking understand why people like you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;still living in the world.. Im really speechless! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just because you selfishly wants to tag along, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to stay at home the whole day waiting like an idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-6928615921783052846?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6928615921783052846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=6928615921783052846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6928615921783052846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6928615921783052846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/speechless.html' title='Speechless.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-1078609873269705646</id><published>2010-12-06T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T16:39:26.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off day! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a nice weather... Cooling and cozy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My off day! (: &amp;amp; I just woke up from my beauty sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How nice... Even bibi is sleeping right now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;December is definitely a nice and good month! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone I met is nice and people around me are happy as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010 is coming to an end, I wonder how nice year will be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when little Xzaiver is out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busy? Nice? or Tired? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But with his little company I think I will feel super blissful... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was telling hubbey that, if the day you're at reservist, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you doesn't have to come all the way homey just to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause the bed won't have a space for you... hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was like, provided my little Xzaiver doesn't have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blue blacks around... If not I will give you double the amount of blue black he has. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Xzaiver mummy is so excited about your arrival... Im already in my 25 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your movement sometimes is so obvious that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can feel them and see them at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people are saying my tummy looks big... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some says it looks small... but to me... I find it's quite big... hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I wear my t-shirts... It definitely leaves a gap between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my shorts and t-shirt.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I still love wearing all my t-shirts and shorts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou most of them can't fit, but definitely I love to wear them as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's so comfortable than dress. At least I doesn't have to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sit in proper manner. Hahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People are saying that why am I different from the past... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like much slimmer than I was preggie. But I find I grew fatter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe because of the digit on the weighing scale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that tells me Im fat. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate being fat, please make sure I slim back down after my pregnancy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't even wants to think of being a fatty bombom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went lucky plaza that day &amp;amp; realize that bubble tea there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is much nicer now.. Hahaha. I wanted to get KOI, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but there's no outlet in orchard rd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seeing people drinking ' I Love TaiMei'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't know where to get... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's at Queen Street, but I don't know where isit. Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder where is my husband! I couldn't even reach him.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No reply and stuff, that's why I hate people that brings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a phone yet don't answer and reply sms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then what's a phone for... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-1078609873269705646?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1078609873269705646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=1078609873269705646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/1078609873269705646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/1078609873269705646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/off-day.html' title='Off day! ~'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-3641983536431081924</id><published>2010-12-01T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:21:03.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Working.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I worked w Cheryl today! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time pass super fast but I was super happy at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou nobody to lunch with nobody to chit chat with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's just the starting of the month no worries(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im going to work super hard for work!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss I miss I miss going out late at night for supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been long time since I've had my late night supper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outside, and my favorite carrot cake... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hubbey is out with Ah Bee they all for some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;special reasons. ): Im camping at home again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waiting for his returns. As I hasn't had my dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since my late lunch at 4.30pm just now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just finished my packet of Percy Pig from marks and spencer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drinking my green tea, with the news showing on the tv. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wants to go shopping, Im waiting for my pay and go shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for my working clothes and big big t-shirt and my favorite part, BRA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been telling my girlfriend whenever they ask me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do you wanna buy? First thing that comes to my mind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BRA please... Lol, so most of them will be like... ERMMZ... Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my girlfriends, Felicia, Michy, Eileen, Megan, Sindy, Agdalene &amp;amp; FangTing!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lovelyssss. Thou we seldom meet up due to each other's busy-ness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and FangTing ain't in singapore... But well, she still contact us through FB! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agdalene always busy with her kids... Haha but whenever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we tried to ask her if she's free.. She'll always make it for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sindy &amp;amp; Eileen busy w their make up job right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only can meet us last min!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Felicia my pretty babe, I just met up lunchie w her yesterday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's not working now... So we're meeting up on the 13th for shopping!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michy, busy w her work and never have a off day on days we're avail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan, BUSY WOMAN. Busying w her school... And from what I know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will only get to see her on the last day of this month because of work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heehee. These are call true friends... Even thou how busy we are, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how tired and how lazy we are... FB, sms, tweeting, msn or giving each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a call won't be less. It can be weeks and months we didn't chat or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contact, but once we saw each other name appears on our phone... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We definitely reply, no matter how long it take us to realize we received their message&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only if we realize during Mid night... We'll reply it during the morning next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I used to had a friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can call for whole day and text whole day &amp;amp; Fb... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But at the very end, we receive no replies at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not even an apologies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what kind of friends these are called. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not being petty, but seriously.... Neither it's the first nor the second time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been all the while since we've known each other... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIA is the correct name to call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, when for my check up yesterday... Xzaiver boy was super fine... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Head looks big big to me... And he was so funny, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's actually facing his back to the ultrascan... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he did a super quick turn to show his face on the screen waving... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heehee, so cute! He's a attention seeker for sure... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps;/ Counting down to the days Xzaiver boy arrivess... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 months and 3 weeks and 1 day! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-3641983536431081924?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3641983536431081924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=3641983536431081924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3641983536431081924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3641983536431081924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-working.html' title='Happy Working.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2346867157133947116</id><published>2010-11-30T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:55:52.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy day!! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met up with Felicia to had lunchie today!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After having lunch with her I head over to Taka, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to have my interview and head back to Centerpoint to accompany Felicia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up to 5pm then I left to take train back to Amk for my appointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had alot of heart to heart talk and joking with Felicia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, products and stuff. Sad that today is her last day.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couldn't even have a day work with her! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im waiting for Siok Fong to send me roster!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting work tomorrow after a week of rest(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow shall go back to citychain office to hand over whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to hand over and that's it... It's the end of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in citychain. Mwhahaha! Im superbly happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heehee! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2346867157133947116?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2346867157133947116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2346867157133947116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2346867157133947116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2346867157133947116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4260050774973035064</id><published>2010-11-29T22:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:18:11.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Burfdae Mummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Burfdae to my mummy! She's older a year again... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she's going to be a pretty grandma of little xzaiver next year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you enjoy your day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm I hate my blogskins... I don't know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I couldn't find any nice one... Im getting super irritated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im changing my blogskins after this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see why can people have such nice and pretty pink blogskins, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but when I wants to get such pink and nicey blogskins I couldn't find any. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel piss by that... urghs!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or am I expecting too much on blogskins now a days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feels bloated after dinner has, Im super full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FATS again... Im so scare to see my weight on the weighing scale tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;during my monthly check up for Xzaiver baby... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charmaine set up her own cupcake blog... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her cupcakes looks so yummy... MWahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hubbey is home again! Tomorrow is his last day at reservist! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mwahahaha! Like finally? Lol, not long actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im spending most of my time at grandma's place... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou it could be very irritating cause of my little cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im waiting, waiting to collect my pay and go shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't wait to meet up with Felicia!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope my pay is not hold back! If not Im just going to be super piss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I was told it's out already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously hating blogskin's website... It's so bloody lag!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im feeling very uncomfortable with my tummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't sit in a position that is comfortable enough for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps;/ 16 more week to see little precious(: Daddy mummy is counting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;down my dear boy...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4260050774973035064?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4260050774973035064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4260050774973035064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4260050774973035064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4260050774973035064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-burfdae-mummy.html' title='Happy Burfdae Mummy!'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5718916340728476139</id><published>2010-11-26T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:27:23.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbly Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you even believe!? Im finally LEAVING cc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; All thanks to Kenzo for accepting me again at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I just wants to leave SO LONG AGO. But well, Im just so happy that Im leaving citychain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK GOD! ~ (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou no fake eyelashes is allow in Kenzo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but at least it's better than staying in cc seriously hope that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be much happier than before... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't have to see people's attitude and childish people(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't have to stay in such company to make my life more miserable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, Im waiting for Hubbey's phone call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He text saying he was eating will call me later... but I didn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;receive his call since I've reach home till now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has been eating for the past 22 mins... Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's booking out tomorrow! But needs to book into camp &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again on Sunday night.. Sickening leh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's only a reservist... Why do they have to book back into camp &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on sunday night like other army guys! And the unfair thing is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They only get to book out on Saturday evening when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the army boys book out on Friday night. So bloody unfair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm.. Im meeting Judy tomorrow! (: To collect the baby clothings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and eat lunch together with her... It's been ages since I've met up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with her man... Hmm, the last time was before June... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wah, it's been almost six month since I've met her man... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss hubbey! Don't know what the hell he's doing lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going off to watch my show! Bye(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5718916340728476139?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5718916340728476139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5718916340728476139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5718916340728476139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5718916340728476139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/superbly-happy.html' title='Superbly Happy.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5282249931609600380</id><published>2010-11-25T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:32:31.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody again...</title><content type='html'>What's wrong... Im suddenly having mood swings that feels so terrible.. ): Im crying like nobody business as Im all alone without any shows and people to chat with me on msn... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubbey came home awhile from 8pm-10pm cause he needs to get some stuff and book in by 11pm again. So he's back in camp right now. Will he's reservist finish fast! ): I kind of pity guys that need to go for reservist... ):Sigh... I really wished his reservist can faster over... At least I don't feel so moody! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im all alone at home... Doing nothing, not noisy like previously whenever he was playing games... ): I wants HUBBEY! ): I want to cry so much my god!! I couldn't wait till 30th to arrive... Firstly hubbey is coming home and secondly Im going to see little Xzaiver... Im losing all my appetites to my food.. I don't feel like eating much, I really wish that hubbey faster come back so he can fetch me to and from work... HUBBEY! I miss you so badly!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, I missing hubbey so badly that I don't even know what to say.. Sigh... Totally moodless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5282249931609600380?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5282249931609600380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5282249931609600380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5282249931609600380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5282249931609600380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/moody-again.html' title='Moody again...'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5549363973613538731</id><published>2010-11-25T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T17:33:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I feel?</title><content type='html'>What should I actually feels when I've already said what is suppose to be said... And why should I be guality for it? Of cos I can treat it nothing happen, cause I've already said what is suppose too. If I have to care so much about how she or he felts then ain't life going to be very miserable for myself? Sometimes humans are selfish, we tend to only think of ourselves because nobody is going to protect us, but ourselves. (Im not saying about me and my husband, but work.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What suppose to be said, already said, take it anot, is up to you guys to do already. I can't take a knife and force you to accept right. I really wonder what's with this kind of people.. Sigh totally speechless... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5549363973613538731?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5549363973613538731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5549363973613538731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5549363973613538731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5549363973613538731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-should-i-feel.html' title='What should I feel?'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-3001622567701689198</id><published>2010-11-24T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T16:55:03.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hubbey went back camp for reservist... I hate it whenever he's away from homey... ):&lt;br /&gt;Why isit guys has to go through army and after army still need to go back for reservist... Im missing him so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps;/ Time can you please pass faster so I can see hubbey everyday after work and when I wake up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-3001622567701689198?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3001622567701689198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=3001622567701689198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3001622567701689198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3001622567701689198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/missing-you.html' title='Missing you...'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-3207756052584654281</id><published>2010-11-23T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:05:36.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wasting time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes I do feel its a waste of time to travel so far yet doing so much when this person don't even know he's actually wasting someone's time... Just have to treat him the way he treated us...Seriously, he's just a spoiler of the day... Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-3207756052584654281?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3207756052584654281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=3207756052584654281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3207756052584654281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3207756052584654281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-wasting-time.html' title='Just wasting time.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4452833139052324411</id><published>2010-11-22T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:20:44.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IS SO BLOODY DIFFERENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't know to say that Im not happy or what, but seriously I am due to certain friend and certain reason... What he's reason calling and say all these, because he find that he can save up some money and time. I really hate it whenever it happen this way! AND IT'S FUCKING ALWAYS ON MY OFF DAY!! FUCKED UP RIGHT?! Yes, seriously I do feel very irritated by that person. I seriously do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't know to say his skin is just fucking thick or say he don't feel embarrassing. Im seriously so angry that Im speechless and tears are just locking at my eyes. Do little precious agree w me too? He's kicking hardly into my tummy. Does he know that mummy is upset and irritated by that person.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Does little xzaiver feels angry and irritated by him... I feel yes... I just feel like killing this person or him disappearing!! Seriously spoils my fucking mood !!! ASSHOLE ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just don't understand why people don't feel himself being irritating and being a super thick skin asshole... Seriously pisses me off. I HOPE HE JUST DROP INTO THE DRAIN ONE DAY! ROAR!!! I FEEL SO PISS OFF!!!! AROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Can someone feel my anger!? I bet only little precious xzaiver does.... ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4452833139052324411?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4452833139052324411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4452833139052324411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4452833139052324411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4452833139052324411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-so-bloody-different.html' title='IS SO BLOODY DIFFERENT'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-528778731092569900</id><published>2010-11-22T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:13:45.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Listening to all my favorite songs playing in my iTunes and realize that Im starting to love Hebe's &amp;amp; Elva's song more and more!! Butttt......... I only has 2 of Hebe song and 1 of Elva's song. mwahaha. How funny right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped work today, cause Im seriously feeling very lazy when I woke up from my sleep this morning... In total now, I put on 11kg since preggy, Hubbey and me don't see fats anywhere, but only my arms, and a little showing of my tummy, but the rest of my body feels perfectly same! ): I hope I really can shed of the fats I gain and back to 41kg.. I wonder how chubby is little xzaiver right now... (&gt;w&lt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in my 23rd weeks right now, next week scan will be my 24th weeks(6th months). Omg, it's so fast, and another 16 weeks time Im giving birth... How fast~~!! I really wonder what will happen after give birth and during the process of giving birth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-528778731092569900?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/528778731092569900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=528778731092569900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/528778731092569900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/528778731092569900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm.....'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2678802405281036931</id><published>2010-11-20T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:40:24.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired day!</title><content type='html'>Gonna be a super short post.... A very tired day filled w shopping and laughters..  (: Got Kayden's present and also got myself a top! (: I promise myself to get myself a pair of sandals, a nice dress and many many beautiful baby xzaiver's clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2678802405281036931?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2678802405281036931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2678802405281036931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2678802405281036931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2678802405281036931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/tired-day.html' title='Tired day!'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4774419879309178725</id><published>2010-11-01T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:10:42.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking.</title><content type='html'>I seriously wonder, what's wrong with people now a days? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People that doesn't take marriage as a serious matters and killing people with knife over, staring incidents! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS PEOPLE THINKING!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, I read through only when my friend mention there's a youth slashed to death over staring incidents at Downtown East. What's wrong with youth now a days? Does it bothers if people stares at you and you need to be jailed for that? What's wrong!? If the person stares at you, just grumble to your friends or maybe stares back at him... You're strangers after all... Now just because of somebody staring at you, and you find it's very 'bothering' and killed the person... Now need to be jailed! Do you think it's worth!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe because you're affected by your friends words and start getting anger and stuff. Please, grow up... If only you use your brain to think, you won't be wanted right now... (OVER SMALL THINGS). What's with the staring? Think it as a positive way... Make it as thou they never see such handsome or pretty person like you... Why must think ' Eh, that fucker stares at me sia, dig his eyes and kill him ar..'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, think whether isit worth it... Worth dirtying your hands killing and dirty your hands hurting such low standard person... Even laying your fingers on him just a punch or hit... It doesn't worth anything... End up getting yourself in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4774419879309178725?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4774419879309178725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4774419879309178725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4774419879309178725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4774419879309178725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/thinking.html' title='Thinking.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-6215932322368337142</id><published>2010-10-25T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:32:13.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny excuses.</title><content type='html'>I woke up by Dear's voice, " WAKE UP!!!". So I keep telling him 5mins 5mins 5mins. Till it's 10.20pm. So once I jumped out of bath, washed up and preparing for work... I realize something was missing. I brought 2 packets of potato chips last night, one was a normal packet size and another was a bigger packet, and while we are buying he told me, why don't you get both BIG packet one instead. So this is what I told him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubbey: Why don't you get 2 big packets instead....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Cause I scare I cannot finish one big packet later, so I get one big one small lor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubbey: yeahhh.... Full of crap.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Laughs)... So I didn't bother about him and brought one small and one big packet of potato chip... So when I reached home, I poured water and start eating my potato chip... After finishing the small packet, I told him... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Hubbey, I think eh, the big packet one by later ( 4-6am) will gone missing already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubbey:(.......................)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I after finishing my chips, I was sleepy and fall asleep... TIME PASSED ~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After waking up, I realize that the big packet of potato chips was MISSING!!!! So after washing up... I saw the wrapper in the dustbin!! So I said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: SEE! I told you already right? Sure by yesterday midnight finish de lor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubbey: No choice it 'stares' at me.... So I can't help it and finish it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: MWAHHAHAHAHAHA! But see I confirm know you'll finish it by last night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubbey: I tell you no choice liao mar, it 'stares' at me and ask for a one to one fight... So I challenge it lor... End up I finish it and throw him into the dustbin.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:(.................................................) HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-6215932322368337142?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6215932322368337142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=6215932322368337142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6215932322368337142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6215932322368337142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/funny-excuses.html' title='Funny excuses.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-6807041109405001761</id><published>2010-10-21T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T20:55:29.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two is better than One..</title><content type='html'>Ecclesiastes 4:9 - Two is better than one.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so into this quote in life right now. Two is better than one, inspirited by Brian Wong &amp;amp; Jacelyn Tay's(ex mediacrop actress)  wedding video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im super thankful and appreciate my in-laws helping out with hubbey and me on our buffet night that tired them out. Im super thankful with friends and relative with their red packet and blessing and super appreciate your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the blessing, I really feel blissful with hubbey and our up coming little precious :)&lt;br /&gt;Im getting more excited as days are getting closer to 2nd Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps;/ I, Anabelle Huang, take you, Yip Chin Lee, to be my partner, loving what I know of  you, and trusting what I do not yet know.  I  eagerly anticipate the  chance to grow together, getting to know the (man/woman) you will  become, and falling in love a little more every day.  I promise to love  and cherish you through whatever life may bring us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-6807041109405001761?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6807041109405001761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=6807041109405001761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6807041109405001761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6807041109405001761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='Two is better than One..'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4697681077050438736</id><published>2010-10-05T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:06:16.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Happiness.</title><content type='html'>Im a little princess right now ;) thou work is more or less tiring but Im happier right now.&lt;div&gt;I really love this kind of lifestyle again, doesn't need to travel anywhere far from home and doesn't have to worked like log. I love my new colleagues and love working with them and all the joking thing we've shared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roadshow of citychain is at AMK right now, busy us need to rotate to go up and down. HATE ROADSHOWS !!~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 7.30pm, hubbey came to AMK hub becuz I called him and told him I've found a milkbottle piggy bank that we've been looking for long!! So he came down and see it and we're going to buy it tomorrow ;D. And we're going shopping for our big day stuff and follow by a dinner ;D. Im starting to get tired already, I shall wash off my makeup and go to bed... After a long dayyy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4697681077050438736?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4697681077050438736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4697681077050438736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4697681077050438736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4697681077050438736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-happiness.html' title='Little Happiness.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5155221847436375777</id><published>2010-09-30T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:29:22.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/TKRytORRwPI/AAAAAAAAAng/RAfvochwz0E/s1600/vQxdw8WwRokb36tfyOxoZCMzo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/TKRytORRwPI/AAAAAAAAAng/RAfvochwz0E/s400/vQxdw8WwRokb36tfyOxoZCMzo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522665164313313522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Uncle Jesper( YO)  &amp;amp; he gives me this inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS NOT&lt;br /&gt;-Possessiveness is not love&lt;br /&gt;-Jealousy is not love&lt;br /&gt;-Lust is not love&lt;br /&gt;-Fear is not love&lt;br /&gt;-Keeping people all to yourself is not love&lt;br /&gt;-Expecting something from someone is not love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5155221847436375777?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5155221847436375777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5155221847436375777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5155221847436375777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5155221847436375777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/was-talking-to-uncle-jesper-yo-he-gives.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/TKRytORRwPI/AAAAAAAAAng/RAfvochwz0E/s72-c/vQxdw8WwRokb36tfyOxoZCMzo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5047619480047897493</id><published>2010-09-30T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:46:42.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past is behind, learn from it. The future is ahead, prepare for it. The present is here, live it.</title><content type='html'>Don't dwell in the past, because we couldn't rewind time and live back then.&lt;br /&gt;Past is past, live for the future live for the present ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tons of things to do right now! Getting my nails done, getting my hair dyed(AGAIN YES!), getting my ROM dress( thanks to geraldine jiejie for paying my dress as wedding gift.), buffet and getting ready!! So many things to do, shopping shopping SHOPPING!!! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAY JINGPEI , FELICIA CHAN ! WHEN DO YOU GIRLS FREE TO MEET ME!!! I feel like killing all my girlfriends! Hahaha, they are all so busy and missing in action.. But actually it's me missing in action, instead of going out, I rather stay at home and 'nua' whole day. hahaha! I think they hate me for it also lar. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wants to go SHOPPING! All my babies are offline ;(. Especially my beloved one, AIRIN LEE ! Where are you!? Why aren't you online this few days? On holiday? ;(( Im looking for you... Hahahaha, I miss this 'little' GAL SO MUCH !! Im alone at home, hubbey's mummy and daddy went out shopping for our wedding stuff. Left me and BIBI( irritating dog) at home alone. HOME ALONE W A DOG ~ Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5047619480047897493?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5047619480047897493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5047619480047897493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5047619480047897493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5047619480047897493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/past-is-behind-learn-from-it-future-is.html' title='The past is behind, learn from it. The future is ahead, prepare for it. The present is here, live it.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-6512538407195171532</id><published>2010-09-20T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:10:43.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlimited Love</title><content type='html'>I felt alot of love this few days, from hubbey definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, after we've settled our things, we went home and relaxed till Ah Bee called saying we're going for steamboat at bugis and so we waited for him to fetch us and headed to eat. Was super full after steamboat, they was snatching ' Golden Mushroom' with another table. It was super funny, and after that Ah Boy came and joined us for awhile and we left to meet others at Tg Katong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that they went Orchard, rounding. After 2 rounds in orchard, they went to wash their car at petrol station. We slacked all the way till 3am plus and we headed home. It was fun and a super tiring night definitely ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your blog, glad that you've learned about what family is about. It doesn't matter if you spend time less with us, but most important is at least you spend a once in awhile gathering with us, that's what count most. See you on Steph's wedding ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting for hubbey come home from work. I shall wait while watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE peeps ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-6512538407195171532?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6512538407195171532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=6512538407195171532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6512538407195171532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6512538407195171532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/unlimited-love.html' title='Unlimited Love'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4606670520791668112</id><published>2010-09-15T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:25:29.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it matters?</title><content type='html'>I was seeing people's profile and hearing people telling me about 'Grudges'. To people out there that wants to hear my point of view, here's a piece of entry I'm going to speak about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgive, but I never forget. I don't hold grudges for no reasons, from young I doesn't have a father, I admit Im a spoiled brat, spoiled by my grandfather, grandmother and aunt. I do speaks without using my brain. But when comes to saying of how my family treats me, I can say how much I've hatred them in the past, but at the very end, I still realize that they are the most truthful to me. No matter how much unhappy thing I've done and hurt them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said that, I never invites is because Im not having any wedding dinner, because hubby and me doesn't want to be tired out. As either we're having buffet or chalet, everything wasn't confirm yet. If you treat us as a family, you turn up when I announce and on that buffet date itself I won't say " I also didn't call you so thick skin to come for what ? ". If you think that it would clash and thinks that we're still holding grudges then I've got nothing to say but tell you, Im not that childish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby was cute and funny today. He's now out with Melvin Poh eating nice food without me!! Im going to ask him to buy food tomorrow!! Im hungry, Im craving for my peanut tang yuan and it's waiting for me outside!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4606670520791668112?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4606670520791668112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4606670520791668112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4606670520791668112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4606670520791668112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/does-it-matters.html' title='Does it matters?'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2073130515619474596</id><published>2010-07-02T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T01:31:37.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming 4 days 3 nights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear has went Thailand on th 29th morning 4am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He went there to pray and walk around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im missing him like mad, I remember the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very first day he reached Thailand , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was totally not in a mood for anything.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I missed him madly. ;( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to work , and there's alot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of things went wrong. I wished that time could &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rewind to stop those mistakes but it's too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I MISS HIM ! URGHHS ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear I will never let him go holiday without me ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was cute enough to learn what I usually did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Previously whenever we quarrel instead of messaging &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;him or calling him up , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will leave a note on the table, saying that Im going home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time round this silly boy did the same thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He wrote ; " BABY ! I go out already, once I reach &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there I will call you k ? Love you Miss you. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went toilet and seeing him not around, and the clock was hitting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.30am in the morning guessing that he should be on his &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;way to Thailand , so after from toilet I came back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw that note left below my watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I immediately breaks into tears, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and follow by I received a message from him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Baby , I going to reach airport already. Help me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cover my bike I forget to do it. Love you miss you. Take &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good care ok. " My tears just couldn't stop rolling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my cheeks. Till I was so tired of crying and fall back asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till he called at 10.30am asking me where am I , why aren't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss him badly, bad enough that I wants to start crying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all over again right now. ;( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's only coming home tomorrow @ 11 plus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIGH ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2073130515619474596?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2073130515619474596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2073130515619474596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2073130515619474596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2073130515619474596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-coming-4-days-3-nights.html' title='It&apos;s coming 4 days 3 nights.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4915922939174954371</id><published>2010-06-02T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:48:28.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just take times to heal ! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES IM SICK AGAIN ! ~ ;( BOO ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4915922939174954371?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4915922939174954371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4915922939174954371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4915922939174954371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4915922939174954371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-just-take-times-to-heal.html' title='It just take times to heal ! ~'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5810932339246918115</id><published>2010-05-26T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T02:44:36.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hearts never truly breaks ; they are just temporarily out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;of business for awhile... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes indeed , Im sad so very sad quotes is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;appearing in my life right now. I tend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to cheer up myself buried myself into work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and drama-series and sleep. Im throwing myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at work , I couldn't stand being upset and tearing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Total touched up of my make up today was almost 5 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Checking whether is there patches of foundation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or blusher , cze tears was rolling all over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stop once when there's bunch of customer coming into the shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I didn't even have time for myself to stop and think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about those unhappy things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam kept us busy with stocks and serving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im picking up new things at work due to, Im converting full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time next month onwards... After my final exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope it won't be a bad choice of me converting full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Changing of battery , Settlement , Void purchase , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch knowledge and everything I NEED to do as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a full timer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GSS is coming soon , 27th May 2010. Gosh , time is passing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;super fast , it's already May . And ending of May. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And June is going to start. Then June is going t end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July will come , July going to end , and so on and so for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND 2010 is going to end. I can't predict how life would be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right now , but I really wished that things will get better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and everything will go on smoothly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well , don't hope because the higher you hope for , the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lower chance it'll happen , so just live and see how a days goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;) I will be strong , my pals and love one out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't worry about me, Im definitely going to train myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be stronger ;) and face every difficulties Im meeting ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe that no matter what difficulties you've to faced, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you'll just have to face it and walk through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People said ; Holding is the one that keeps you strong, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but sometimes letting go is the one that makes you stronger, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cze you've learn to let it go and move on in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the quote that hit me in the face and tell me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no point crying and tearing all over, your love for him has never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fade, just that it's kind of foggy now. When fog starts to clear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the vision will be clear and you'll be strong... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS;/ No matter how much insulting things a person&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;has said, at the very end . You'll just learn to listen, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;move on and stop thinking about being unhappy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;over it. ANNA NEEDS TO LEARN TO BE STRONG.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5810932339246918115?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5810932339246918115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5810932339246918115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5810932339246918115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5810932339246918115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-6142465585146798789</id><published>2010-05-22T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:07:18.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing of confidents</title><content type='html'>I've finished my theory papers today. Now Im very upset over something and even very disappointed in life. Im losing confident in life. That's what shouldn't be happening. I really hope that this will come to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-6142465585146798789?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6142465585146798789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=6142465585146798789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6142465585146798789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6142465585146798789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/losing-of-confidents.html' title='Losing of confidents'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-1958879281115909629</id><published>2010-05-19T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T03:50:27.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isit time to stop stressing myself up ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone is telling me that I could do it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but Im still very stress up with things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe for my practical Im not so worried ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but theory Im trembling ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Practical Im most afraid of is that my model will be late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the time I given them. That gives me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sweaty palms straight ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im so going to sit next to Eileen on the very exam day ! ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I thought that I could even skip a day at work for Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which is 23rd Im also not possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh ~ Why does people take exam and yet can really mugs at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but me , has to consider that people at work needs me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im tired of work , but when money runs low , I have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;start getting headache again. Sigh... ;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im waiting for Road Show's money to be banked into my account. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it seems like it's never coming. I have to wait 3 months for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh , it's not even one month from that day ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;URGHS ! ~ Im going to convert full... I couldn't stand being &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;paid so little yet Im even working on the very next day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after my exams.. But I wants to have fun before starting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;work again, I wants to spend my time with dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh, Im having v bad headache. Really very bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cash are running low, Dear b'day is just next month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even know what to get for him yet ;( .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEADACHE ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-1958879281115909629?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1958879281115909629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=1958879281115909629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/1958879281115909629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/1958879281115909629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4822445302468140757</id><published>2010-05-18T04:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:58:44.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotion Roller Coasters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sudden mood swing occurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what's wrong but I just feels &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like tearing. I tend to lose confident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onces in awhile, I tend to lose trust once in awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; But after a few days I will feels better and definitely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stop thinking such nonsense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever my friends starts crying to me about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how much they've missed their ex-boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, what I did was to tell them , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're crying over it because you're still feeling hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of what have happened previously, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but when your tears has dried up , is not because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you've get over it, because you're just living &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with that pain , waiting for time to heal.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when come to think about it , you're start tearing over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing can be forgotten , never. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you have talked to this person , you could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never forget about this person's exist , you'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just shift them to the back of your heart and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;decide to lock them behind some door where &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you won't care and bother that much about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when a person mentioned about it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you'll start thinking back whatever has happened &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes whenever you want to forget somethings, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the only way is to forgive and you'll feel better whenever you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whatever is in that door at the back of your heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im getting sleepy.. GOod night... ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ps;// From memories I turn up t what I am now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Doesn't matter if they hurts , they sucks. As long as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;they made you grow up that's most important. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4822445302468140757?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4822445302468140757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4822445302468140757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4822445302468140757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4822445302468140757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/emotion-roller-coasters.html' title='Emotion Roller Coasters.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-8380199134613632118</id><published>2010-05-13T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T03:04:55.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I was in a good mood before and after class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laughing away in the class room and walking around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im abit disappointed with my model, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but end up , I think Im about unreasonable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's feeling unwell and yet I demand his appearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah Im very sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway drag make up is fun, thou we have to make the brows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look thinner and everything. But I find that the wig part is super&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;funny. Haha , especially on Eileen's brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG I just typed Eileen's sisters. (LOL) ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was super funny through out the whole lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and when I was drawing on his brows, he was noticing my eyelashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he said after I moved off, " I wonder why she doesn't feels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heavy with that super thick eyelashes." Haha, I was like , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been wearing lashes for almost of 1 year , why would I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uncomfortable haha . And his sister just keep forcing him to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;open up his eye , when his eye was quite small. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, talking about class , we're going to graduate soon , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so sad when time has gotten lesser for exams and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our last day of our exams. We all was saying, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last lesson last lesson , but it's so hurting , cause from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a class of 9 of us , what we've don't know till we've learned &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and even up to now, we're almost graduating from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;class and will not see each other as often as now anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very ' she bu de '. But well they always tell us , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we can always arrange a gathering. Haha ;) , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone from strangers , to classmate to good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im getting tense up and stress up. When I went to class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, Joanne throw the first question at me was, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR EYES?! WHY SO SWOLLEN ? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My answer was , I couldn't get to bed at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very stress up with exams and work was tiring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah , I need t really mug real hard for my theory! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I CANNOT FLUNK my exams! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im drawing the kind of Fashion Make Up I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I couldn't draw out what I wants to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Urghs, time for bed ! Cause tomorrow I have to work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FULL shift.. ;( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-8380199134613632118?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8380199134613632118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=8380199134613632118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8380199134613632118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8380199134613632118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/d.html' title=';D'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-3596575742966990381</id><published>2010-05-12T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T01:23:26.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding is love.'/><title type='text'>Wedding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When wedding hits my mind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was the sweetest , most romantic , memorable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and happiest moment given from your partner to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you to your partner. I couldn't wait for my day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to come. Well , I actually planned for 30th April 2012. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im just waiting for this very day to come by my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dreamed alot today especially during the noon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't believe in what I've dreamed , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I find that there's no point mentioning about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to topic, imagine you couldn't get to bed due &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the nervous feeling, and couldn't be more excited that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this day has come by. Imagine your favorite wedding dress is hanging right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;infront of your bed , some where around your room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your sisters are getting ready and preparing what surprise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for your husband and preparing themselves early in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;morning for the gate-crush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when the make up artist arrive, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're so nervous when your heart just wants to jump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out of your lungs , after your make up and everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your parents or even relative to put the veil over your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;head and waiting for the groom to arrive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the door closed and you're alone in the room , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you'll be wondering what have your sister done to your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;husband and is he on his way to your room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;door to pick you up with your favorite flowers and a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;v big smile on the face. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how heart ache will your mum or the rest of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;relative feels that you're getting marry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That kind of touch will only happens on that day. That very day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when you arrive to your husband side, everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is waiting for your arrival and welcoming you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all the tea ceremony you'll be back to your family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;side for tea ceremony , and getting all ready for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a short nap after all the tea ceremony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So getting back to your husband's place or even the hotel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a short nap before your next make up timing and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the evening session. When all your friends and family arrive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the hotel waiting for your appearance and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how lovely you'll look like. When the dinner starts, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you and your favorite partner will march into &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the red carpet with your love one clapping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and welcoming you with your favorite love song playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After marching in,  the ball room playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your wedding photos, and even playing a short animation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of how you guys have met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a short surprise for your partner through videos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will be the most tiring but most memorable day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for you. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing your favorite gowns , wearing your favorite hair style, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;holding onto your favorite flowers , and even holding onto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your favorite and dearest partner in life forever with no regrets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With everyone's blessing and love for the newly wedd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't wait for my day to arrive, couldn't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've already planned for my table arrangement ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which wedding gowns , which hair style , what flowers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which sisters , what colours for them to wear , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and even what kind of wedding photos Im going to take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im crazy about marriage , but definitely I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a super super successful , unique and blissful wedding. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-3596575742966990381?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3596575742966990381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=3596575742966990381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3596575742966990381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3596575742966990381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/wedding.html' title='Wedding.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5920757836530191291</id><published>2010-05-11T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:11:00.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superly busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im trying to find time for my studies but Im so pack till&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I open the notes , I already feels like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, went to Malaysia for the past 2 days , and it's definitely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fun eating things that Singapore doesn't have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was super angry with the road there when Dear drove his bike in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The BIG TALL humps was enough to cause almost 5 blue blacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on my leg, inner of my big thighs and small thighs on the outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And George was the one that lead us around, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leading us to Ah Kua lane. And Dear was super&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;' pek chek ' with George driving skills. He signal but he didn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went to where he signal but stay put on where he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Dear rev all the way till we was right behind him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we went to eat their " lock lock " okay I don't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really know the exact spelling of it, but haha . I think human understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is that lar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then follow by we went with Ah Kang again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is super nice and good trip, reason due to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Air-Con , Joking around , Musics and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE ROADS ARE NOT THAT BUMPY ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was saying to complain Dear told me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no use , they don't pay road tax, so complain they also won't do anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about it. Haha ! ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was like DUH ! ~ What the hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear wasn't working at Lucky Plaza anymore, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so he's almost everyday sleeping late and waking late every night, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so Im starting to follow what his doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeping late , waking late. So I asked him to send me home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today and go find job tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss him once the moment he alighted me and ride off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;( My boyfriend. Haha , well Im already so use to him by my side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pampering me during all kind of situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha , but now I am just supposed to be home for 2 days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the rest of the days I will be over at his place again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, my notes and stuff is still at his place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Im just going to do my face chart for the time being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I realize that my face chart is always missing, so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im going to ask Eileen to help me print again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear is playing street fighter , and I wondering &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what time is he going to sleep again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes , I realize that what people said maybe right, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but when you experienced it yourself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you won't find it worthless , you'll definitely find it worth it. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5920757836530191291?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5920757836530191291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5920757836530191291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5920757836530191291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5920757836530191291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/superly-busy.html' title='Superly busy.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-8493885408792403016</id><published>2010-05-05T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T01:21:53.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love was never a game.'/><title type='text'>LOVE WASN'T A GAME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love was never a game, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love was something serious , romantic and lovely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a heart to heart talk with my dearest girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before my work.. She called me while Im busying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;preparing for work and on the way to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of what she has said was inside my FB status. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She told me that ever since she was with this guy , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she never realize what is unhappiness unless she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quarreled with him.. But now she found out somethings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that she shouldn't know and she's very upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every moment whenever she's alone she'll think through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And start crying over it. And what she told me was, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if one day she decided to stop loving him , it's gonna to be the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she stop trusting in love and believing in happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's a very cheerful gal that I've known. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She always laugh into her boyfriend's message. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes staying overnight at her place, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her boyfriend will text her funny good night messages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The both of them makes a perfect couple knowing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;each other very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sad to say, what she found out was so upsetting that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she couldn't even stop crying over the days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried telling her maybe it's just some just disturbing things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she told me, that person actually did replied. Saying she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't mind and stuff. On the verge , I feel like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;confronting her boyfriend and wanted to talk them to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talk things out instead. But she insist of keeping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quiet and doesn't even want to rate about it . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where can I find such understanding girlfriend anymore? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bet a few person whom reads my blog will know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who am I really referring too. Cause they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know the whole story exactly like I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, they just keep quiet and always supporting this silly girl I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She never thought of breaking up with him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or questioning him about it. Cause she loved him too deeply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that it's even hurt to ask him about it.. So rather keep quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she told me ; " we pin point at their bads ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whenever they did something wrong or when we're &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;frustrated, but always never calm and think about their good. Never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sentence a person death , when there's no evidence or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;caught red-handed.  " She was that buddy that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teaches me this sentence. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My phone is playing the song by Alex Toh " Marry Me ". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sweetest song sang by Dear to me &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;could not feel more loved than this ;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow I need to bring alot of things back to Dear's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;place, like Laptop, Notes , Book .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im moving almost my whole house to his place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha ;P, he's going to need to fetch me back tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;P you don't have a choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playlist playing a song that Dear and me started loving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and singing before even we're together. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss KTV-ing ;). I really miss them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe , I need to work hard this month for next month's pay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Urghs ! ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maldives , will have to wait longer. Not now yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway , Im going for a hair cut ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder what to cut leh. So stress, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of cos going to get my fringe trimmed and and nothing else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe ;P Im going to stop touching on my length of hair.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im going to to keep my hair long again... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when it's long... Im going to cut it short again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wahahahaha! Kidding , actually long hair quite boring, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yeah , I will stick with short hair. Hehe ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-8493885408792403016?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8493885408792403016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=8493885408792403016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8493885408792403016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8493885408792403016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-wasnt-game.html' title='LOVE WASN&apos;T A GAME.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4974423955834251941</id><published>2010-05-03T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:04:38.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Marriage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;June twenty first, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DEAR sang a super lovely song by Alex Toh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Marry me " in Chinese at KTV , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in front of his buddies to me on his birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the taxi along the way Changi Airport, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he asked if I willing to married him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of accepting it , I told him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Baby you're drunk. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he said it even louder. So I accepted his &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;' propose '. And we are already discussing about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our marriage in 2 years time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's everything seems to pierced into my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems like I've got his name engraved into my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't realize anything more beautiful then him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I know is that , this boy I've got is the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beautiful present in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I had never felt this way before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He could try all ways to make my dreams come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the Thirty-th he lied to me that he didn't get his present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so he's not getting mine, till we exchange present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we went off to his bike shop to get his &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;installment paid and he ride all the way to orchard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paragon to get mine Burberry bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;) . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remembered clearly , on the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HOW ME AND DEAR ( YE QIAN LI ) HAS STARTED ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Thirty-TH, April 2009 ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was supposed to meet up with my ex boyfriend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and go home with him, but I didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lied to him that my ex boyfriend has to work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OT , and I doesn't want to be at home alone. So I meet up with him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dinner and we went rounding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He didn't complained for accompany me from 3 days continuously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He didn't get bored of it , and he was enjoying it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We planned to watch movie , but ticket were all sold out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we head off to Devil's bend , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;followed by Mount Faber and we decided to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;settle down at Yishun Dam for awhile to see cars, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and chit chat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We talked about my feelings to my ex-boyfriend and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talk to him about my life and he's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I realize was , 6 months back I fall for this guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and until now, the feeling wasn't gone at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I was battling with my feelings and tried to keep a distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when my ex boyfriend called and make a fuss over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided that the relationship between my ex-boyfriend and me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;should have ended earlier than I've thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I started telling him that I've have got this thought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I've already lost feelings with my ex-boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I told dear the truth , I've fallen for someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But afraid that this person might not like me due to age gaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I asked him about the age gap he thinks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lied to him that the guy is the same age as him , riding a bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he told me , " Nothing is impossible, I don't mind about age gaps." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I replied " but what do you think your mum will think? If your age dating a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15 years old gal ? " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He replied ; " my mum will be like okay lo , since her son like.. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I paused for a moment , and he told me to bring the guy out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and meet up with him. So I told him " the guy will never appear , and he'll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never appear infront of you. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after that I decided to head home as he wasn't feeling well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after he sending me home, he usually will ride off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But this time round he didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He waited for me to enter my house and close the door then &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he went off. So while on his way back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pick up my courage and text him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;telling him that the person Im saying earlier on was him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know it's impossible due to our age gaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But his replied was , " I like you too.. ;) It's not a problem." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;) &amp;amp; both of us started our relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I will never ever forget he's love t me, was so sweet .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear , nobody could ever replace you inside my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause you're already engraved into my heart ♥♥ .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4974423955834251941?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4974423955834251941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4974423955834251941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4974423955834251941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4974423955834251941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/marriage.html' title='Marriage.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-3754273999636705069</id><published>2010-05-02T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:38:53.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mixture of feelings'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TWENTY-NINE APRIL , 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear and I went to work as usual , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear works from 10-10pm and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I works from 12-9pm . Thinking that it'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be a early movie. End up the movie was 11.30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after worked Dear came over to fetch me and back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to Lucky Plaza to wait for the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guys are just there playing the New Street Fighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while my job is to sit there and watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A total of 16 of us went to catch I.P Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;D Lucky Group plus George , Eileen , David and His girlf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we almost took up 2 rolls. But well , it's a nice show!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show ended about 1am and we all went home after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thirty April , 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our one year anniversary we slept till almost 1pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we woke up. After that we went to settle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our little baby(RVF) thing and we went down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to paragon to get my burberry bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear thanks for the bag , after what I've known I really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will treasure this bag more than any other bags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I have.. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that we went to buy Chicken Rice home to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe, brought for mummy also. And after eating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear starts to relax on the bed and watch tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While I do the packing on the floor and sweap the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best thing happened is , I asked him something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whether does it wants it. He asked me to show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;him and I just throw it over to the bed, the stupid thing was, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it didn't fly to the bed , but a cup of ICE ICE cold water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spilt all over me, cause my finger hooked the tip of the cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he just sit there and laugh non stop.. What a bad boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we booked tickets for Iron Man 2 . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With , David , David Girlf , George , Eileen and Dave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show ended at 3am. So after that same thing, we all went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And once Dear and me reached home, we couldn't get to bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till almost 7am in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First May, 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we just slacked inside the room whole day till &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about 4.30pm we went out to Sunshine Plaza to look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for his meater. But they was closed due to Labour Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So instead of hanging there long , we went home after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bath and relax... So now it's already second may.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second May, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first day to be so so unhappy, Im questioning myself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am I really happy or unhappy? I starting to be confuse again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im really wondering what's wrong with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, just now I was tearing for almost 4 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I came across with this sentence in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANNA ; " If one day you wake up realizing that everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was just a dream it's just a white lied you've done to make yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feels better. But deeply inside you know how much you're &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im still feeling upset and unhappy. But I wants to cheer myself up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh, please give me the strength to rise myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and stop pondering into deep thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-3754273999636705069?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3754273999636705069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=3754273999636705069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3754273999636705069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3754273999636705069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2272387739934657995</id><published>2010-04-27T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:17:59.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feels like shifting out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really wish that I can shift out of this house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the noise, I hate that screaming and shouting, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the moment you cannot even have peace or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even study your own exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't say that I don't love my family, I never say I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;want them. But if staying together make so much problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happening so what's the whole point of staying as a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; When you cannot even understand your family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking what. Especially whenever you think that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're the only one with not enough rest and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im really on the verge on giving up , wishing that I can just rent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a flat outside. Life is short , I don't want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;make it full of crap. I don't want and don't need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;such life. I just wants to enjoy life, well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a way to really enjoy my life is to sleep beside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my dearest boyfriend and hear him snore , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awake by his movement and awake while his still sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's my biggest happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His love was never lesser than my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou usually my family are the one giving me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;financial support but , they could care less about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my feelings, I know people will be saying, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;once gone you'll regret. Yes definitely I will regret,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't deny, cause I will feel lesser naggings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im fine with nagging, but I couldn't stand screaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and noise level increasing for reasons like she's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;being v irritated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wants to watch I.P Man 2 and Iron Man 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe , movie marathon. Thursday we'll be watching I.P Man 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after my work and Friday will be Iron Man 2 , after dinner. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just hope that will have movie tickets. ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im so going to book tickets online the day before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And going to book for Iron Man too ! HahahA ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2272387739934657995?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2272387739934657995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2272387739934657995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2272387739934657995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2272387739934657995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feels-like-shifting-out.html' title='I feels like shifting out...'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4753388244441766778</id><published>2010-04-27T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:48:07.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piss..'/><title type='text'>Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wished that Im deaf , Im blind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder why, always must be irritating whenever Im at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonder isit just me or is them that is really irritating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wished that Im deaf I wouldn't have to hear so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, people thinking that my life is very good, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, I don't deny. I never fail to get what I wants to get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But , when comes to a time that I want peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and quiet time, I find that I failed to have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder why Dear's family can be so warming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but yet my house is like a wet market, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aunties screaming and shouting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids messing up everything and pissing everyone off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why. But I just hope the new flat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will come real soon so I won't even have to tolerate such&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nonsense, or even faster get marry so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this rubbish will stop forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't deny I hate my family at times when screaming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and shouting starts, but I still love them inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just that I don't understand why the way of them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;being angry is to scream and shout instead of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just blasting the music into their ears or even don't bother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes when Im utterly piss I will be either blasting the music &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into my ears , or don't even wants to hear anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't bother that's the best way of getting me cool down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But to them they cannot don't bother. Especially my Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to complain and stuff, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but she's just complaining for the sake of complaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She always said that my aunt ain't being caring.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when my aunt is being caring enough she'll just find excuse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to stay at home or even say she's worried about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;home and wants to faster go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes she nags that we doesn't bother about her feeling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but is she, herself wants to make things turn out this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sometimes I really wished Im deaf and blind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really don't wants to bother.. Im so going to stay 1 week at Dear's place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause of my exam.. I cannot imagine how am I going to study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at a home full of screaming and shouting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4753388244441766778?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4753388244441766778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4753388244441766778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4753388244441766778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4753388244441766778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-8825425691697849954</id><published>2010-04-27T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:48:31.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My happiness'/><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im crazy over branded now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou Im not going to spend a few bags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on branded. But maybe getting a wallet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from kate spade ain't a bad idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;P But not at this time, I just brought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 palette of make up colours, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 set of 88 warm colours , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 set of 88 ultra shimmers colours, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and 1 set of 10 blusher colours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah it total cost $104. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then brought 2 tops and 1 dress from cotton on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah ! Anyway I stay out of home yesterday night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reason due to I doesn't want to hear so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much at home. Been very sick and tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wants to stay out of matters. Hm, my exams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are just 3 more weeks, I really need to start mugging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and stop dreaming and playing or rotting at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not the time to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need research on make up that I wants to do and start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting ready all my accessories for my models. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I will start finding job as a Make Up Artist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be it bridal or anything. Maybe freelence will be perfectly fine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I find it useless being a freelence cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after all bridal make up artist comes in a package. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, I hope to work in TMUR, but I don't know if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can be the top student of this class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My classmate are also very strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm, I shall stop being lazy but sleeping all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall stop and start doing some practise and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway I going to have a super busy weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday ; 12 month-versary, follow by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday ; Dear's Ah Gong birthday and Sunday follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by my grandma birthday celebrations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. Im packed weekend and having quality time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spend with Dear , during his off day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou most of the time we'll be doing his bike.. But he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never failed to make a perfect day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou sometimes we'll pissed each other through out that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day but at the end , it'll still be fine and happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Counting down , 3 more days to 30th April, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im getting excited and getting happier, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've walked through 1 year together .. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-8825425691697849954?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8825425691697849954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=8825425691697849954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8825425691697849954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8825425691697849954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-1075501640950502575</id><published>2010-04-25T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:17:45.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello people ! ;D Anyway yeah I've decided on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a burberry bag to get for my anniversary present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As Dear has already gotten his exhaust on his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bike , waiting for me to pay the installment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every month ;D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now we're searching for his meater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:) Im waiting for that Burberry Bag,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is super nice , thou it's common la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But well , what's things that ain't common now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S9QtTh8ICFI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/--5xC9yJFcA/s400/Burberry+Nova+Heart+Tote.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464042061458573394" /&gt;Yeah this is the bag I want ! ;D I know the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shape is kind of funny, but I love the patten &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the key ring there. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's big enough to stuff all my things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im starting to be very busy mugging &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for my exams and wish that I won't be a useless person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will make sure people that looks down on me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they'll shallow back your own words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;D, Im waiting for 30th to arrive ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;D my beloved day and most memoriable day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29/04/2010 we'll be going Y.P Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then on the 30/04/2010 will be Iron man 2 ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha ;D movie maraton.. Whoever that looks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;down on this relationship we've already went through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 year together I make sure we're going through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another 10 years , 20 , 50 years down the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till our last breathe. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to love dream but ever since 30/04/2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stopped dreaming cze I love the reality more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;than dreams. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby thank you for loving me this much and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;given me this much, nothing can ever come inbetween us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Domani at Ngee Ann city, will be the food Im&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;definitely going for to eat on th 30th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially the Salmon with Mushroom. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im missing and craving for it ! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope that Dear wants to eat Pasta too ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;K Im going off. bye ! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-1075501640950502575?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1075501640950502575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=1075501640950502575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/1075501640950502575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/1075501640950502575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/d.html' title=';D'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S9QtTh8ICFI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/--5xC9yJFcA/s72-c/Burberry+Nova+Heart+Tote.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5851517436126787612</id><published>2010-04-21T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T01:07:43.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOD STOP EATING'/><title type='text'>TEMPTATION ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I've thought of what I want for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my anniversary present from my dearest boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either a Marc by Marc Jacobs or a Burberry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bag. Hehe ! Thank you DEAR ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;D Anyway yeah, I food I keep eating and eating &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;recently, I wonders what's wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't stop eating and usually I can skip meals &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like one day per meal , but now ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IM EATING 3 meals per day ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im going to put on weight! And it's time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a full time to most food! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially desert , cakes and rice !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im cutting down again , fish soup &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyday till I slim down another 4kg , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that will be 38kg. ! URGHHS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to go roller blading often again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im over stressing myself for exams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for next month and the following month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finding model wasn't any problems but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is the theory that Im worried off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope I can just pass with flying colours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha , ages since I've used this sentence. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im waiting for my beloved Eileen to upload &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our picturreess in class.. For the Fashion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bronzed look . HEHE ! ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5851517436126787612?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5851517436126787612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5851517436126787612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5851517436126787612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5851517436126787612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/temptation.html' title='TEMPTATION ~'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-7222304234247109386</id><published>2010-04-20T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:22:35.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a love story'/><title type='text'>SORRY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Firstly , I wanna say sorry to Eileen my dearest girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a bad bad temper this few days and this girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here has been tolerating with mine demanding and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;irritating tempers. ;( Sorry my dear. Im truly sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realize that my dear boyfriend is so sweet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I text him up telling him that it's only 10 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to our 12 months anniversary ;D ! It's so fast , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thou at the start of the relationship is very slow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Due to hardship, but a blink of our eyes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we've been together for 1 year already! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he replied me a good night message. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I was like , he didn't text me any emoticon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I decided to close the chat &amp;amp; his &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;message came in with 7 heart shapes in purple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im really glad I have such beloved and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sweet boyfriend. Nobody can ever ever replace him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;inside my heart. No matter what. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how much bad things he has said to me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or even didn't mention about my compliment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but inside his heart , I know that Im his beloved and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that will do. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe , people whom looked down into this relationship , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bet I've shown how blissful I am and the path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've choose, no matter what your have said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about judging and stuff. End up , you'll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just have to accept and live up with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause after all , Im the one getting marry with him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and living my life with him forever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That will be him Ye Qian Li , no matter who &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has objected or hearing nonsense from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another party is just hearing his bullshit, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after all , I've gotten a boyfriend that dotes on me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that really love me and care for me..&lt;br /&gt;That's most important ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His love is nobody can be replaced, his love is that love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that completes me inside out.. That nobody I believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can give to me anymore... ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-7222304234247109386?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7222304234247109386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=7222304234247109386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7222304234247109386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7222304234247109386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/sorry.html' title='SORRY.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-7247926501667716258</id><published>2010-04-14T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T01:57:57.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im dead tired, due to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe, I had a very bad day today, I opened &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one bill and thinking that today is the best day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I sold 2 Titus to a couple. But end up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;follow by, there's this customer, she came in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I was at the counter with Gigi ( my full timer). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gigi left her watch on the table from a height of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 cm and the table. I was doing somethings and I knock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onto the table, and people whom know me well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knows that I've a habit of wearing big rings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So when Gigi landed the watch on the table that's this sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" clarrk " and customer asked me if Gigi throw her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watch on the table, I was like " no I think is me knocking onto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the table cause Im wearing big ring too. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she told me " I don't think so..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I was already bloody piss, if you think that she throw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your watch , then you wouldn't have asked me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then she asked Gigi " did you just throw my watch" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gigi told her " I accidentally put it a little too hard. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she thinks that Im lying and she told me in the face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" I think you shouldn't have lied... " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was like " WTF FACE. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou I look at it , but I was doing my stuff also. So maybe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my ring knock onto the table or even my watch knock onto the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have that kind of habits sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah , she wants to complain us. And I just gave her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our office number. What kind of customer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking she's always correct... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even I wanna cover my colleagues ass , I should have even come out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a better excuse. Please for God sake, I HOPE THIS BITCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JUST DROP DEAD AND DIE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See her fucking face just feel like bashing her up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But well , I don't give a bloody damn as what I've know is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't be bothered, she wants to complain go ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause if she doesn't believe then don't ask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If at the same time I also knock onto my ring, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah ! There's no excuse if I knock onto it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How idiot, a real bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway yeah ! Im already looking for jobs out there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for Cosmetic, so no point being so angry about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im waiting for my cert and grad from my school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think for the whole June, Im taking a break and rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That month will be a month for me to go on holidays &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and rest for awhile and look for jobs and interviews. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah , that's my plan of doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im meeting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;BABY EILEEN&lt;/span&gt; later Im going over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her place at 11.30am and then we will go town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shopping awhile before we head back her place for dinner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then off to school. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so excited to see her tomorrow!!! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAYNESS ! Hehe, anyway yeah, Im having headache of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what to wear tomorrow, it has been ages since I've wear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;black dress out.. So I shall wear mine black dress tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WeEe ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe , shopping time! Yayness. I love love love shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEELS , DRESSES , TOPS ! WOO ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kk, Im saving t buy present for dear. Sigh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im still having headache what to buy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall go shopping with Eileen and decide tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-7247926501667716258?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7247926501667716258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=7247926501667716258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7247926501667716258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7247926501667716258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-from-work.html' title='Back from work.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5366433067636240233</id><published>2010-04-13T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T01:45:59.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Models.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S8NVNRb7NaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/zKpl4ntMqk4/s1600/kiss+ass+red+lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S8NVNRb7NaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/zKpl4ntMqk4/s400/kiss+ass+red+lips.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459300859810362786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to dream to be a model. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since I've watch the show host by Tyra Banks , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;America Next Top Model. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now instead of being a model which I know that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's impossible! I will be their Make Up Artist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never thinking of stepping into this industry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but now, Im seriously into it since 2 years back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and starting to love what Im doing now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find models has very tough job to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They might have to go naked for photo shoots , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they might have to go over their limits for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;their job.  Like what my teacher's always said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;during make up class. " Models = " not normal humans" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" US = " Normal humans" Not saying that they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;abnormal or stuff. But they are really totally different from us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect skin , every make up looks good on them , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;skinny , daring and even SKINNY like bamboos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well , I stopped blogging for 7 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Due to my work and school is so pack that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't even have time for my laptop.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even during my rest day I would be just slacking at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and sleeping the whole day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for yesterday was different, I woke up at 2pm to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pack Dear's room. Sweep the floor , change the bed sheet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and repack the whole floor. I used to do this every&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weekend or one of the weekend, but now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can only find time before my class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or even before work to finish all these chorus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finished it by 3pm and I just lied on the bed and start rolling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The feeling of rolling on a newly changed bed sheet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is damn nice, I don't know why. But I just love the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feeling. Thought of cutting and dying my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then I totally forgotten I has got work later at 2pm today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hais, has to be cancelled. Wednesday Im meeting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my dear Eileen again! We're going shopping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hopefully Im not going to spend alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just wants to relax maybe we shall go chill and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;head over to her place for dinner and head off t school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEST IDEA! Haha! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TMUR group suggesting a house gathering, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we all will gather and do on each other. By putting names &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into a box and choose one. Hehe, so exciting like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should be super fun! ;P But thinking when can we do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause not all of us can make it on certain days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe after our exams.. but they say wants to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do before exams. So shall see how. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH everybody is asking me what happened to my leg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was burned by Dear's exhaust because of mine carelessness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, so now is swollen like the skin is " chao ta " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha ! And hopefully it doesn't leave scar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No dark soya sauce and stuff. Eat more white white stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEHE! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw a super nice hairstyle for Bridal Hair.&lt;br /&gt;And Im so going to do it on my exam day. ;D Shall post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up the photo next time ! ;D CIAO ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5366433067636240233?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5366433067636240233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5366433067636240233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5366433067636240233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5366433067636240233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/models.html' title='Models.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S8NVNRb7NaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/zKpl4ntMqk4/s72-c/kiss+ass+red+lips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5160560008382544521</id><published>2010-04-06T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:23:13.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI HI ! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YO ! Im back lo ! Yesterday I had my 5% theory exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have watch Clash Of The Titans with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Georgie , Eileen &amp;amp; Dear Dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the starting of the show, I was looking at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear's face and seeing him finding that it's bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &amp;amp; wasn't what both of us expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I love the show, yeahh, maybe because I find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the story line is interesting but the graphic wasn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what both of us expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im watching the 3D tonight, excited ! Haha ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear doesn't wants to watch, so Im watching it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my colleagues! &amp;amp; the suaku me , this is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my first movie in 3D. Haha. They have super&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gorgeous actress in that movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, yeah Im very busy, either work or school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sounds like I doesn't have life, but end up! I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;super wrong, Im enjoying myself whenever after school or work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either Dear will fetch me from work or I will look for him at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lucky then we will go home together or meet up with georgie to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see scenery or we will go for dinner or movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wants to go for KTV ~! I wants to sing sing sing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall wait till my pay day! Then treat Georgie and Eileen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for KTV ! ;D Hm, 30th April is coming! People that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know me and QQ since we've started should know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what date isit ! It's our DATE ! ;D We've already planned what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to do on that day. How fast right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;29th night we'll watch I.P MAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And on the 30th itself after my class, we're going &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to watch Iron Man 2 ! Woohoo, movie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;marathon for this month lo. Haha! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im so in love with April, so so so in love with this month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou I meet a few unhappiness but I still love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;April. ;D Dear dear is my happiness that makes me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love this month so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5160560008382544521?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5160560008382544521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5160560008382544521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5160560008382544521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5160560008382544521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-hi.html' title='HI HI ! ~'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-7055933352132690916</id><published>2010-03-24T01:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T02:20:07.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S6kDaO5EsgI/AAAAAAAAAm4/qk7ZCnLVsNA/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S6kDaO5EsgI/AAAAAAAAAm4/qk7ZCnLVsNA/s400/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451892573117657602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#29303B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Yeah ~ I finish 海派甜心 again hehe !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Though this time I take a long break in between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;the show, but every part of the show I still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;cried especially at the saddest part of the scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;My eyes are hurting right now due to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;too much crying one short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;While the sweetest scene of the show is when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Bao zhu asked Da Lang , whether he wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;to marry her... If there's a girl such daring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;it shouldn't be me... Haha ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#29303B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S6kDaxPF89I/AAAAAAAAAnA/AGc9rEKe4_k/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#29303B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#29303B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I was out with my DEAREST JINGPEI today! She made my day seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;She made me laugh like mad at Sakae Sushi restaurant and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;she did tell me about our ex-work place , what happened after I left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Haha, how cute and funny it was when she told me about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;HAHA ! I couldn't stop laughing, it has been months since I meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;up with her.. She's always so busy ~ No lar , haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;both of us are busy at work and school . So yeah , we are mugging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;hard so next time we can meet more often ! Haha ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;She was telling me about ISC hired a new guy and the guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;asked her funny questions that kept me laughing on the whole meal .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Haha ! ~ She said , even before he approach the customer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;the customer will ran away already. No he scare of customer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Haha , the way she describe it , it's damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I had to paused awhile before I could stop laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;She's really the sweetest girl I ever know. She brought me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;one small piece of Cake that is so nice &amp;amp; BIG !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Fattening lo, chocolate cake some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The most tempting kind ;P . She's very nice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Thank you my dear ! I love you muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Please plan a sentosa trip REAL SOON !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I miss you so much so much ! ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-7055933352132690916?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7055933352132690916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=7055933352132690916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7055933352132690916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7055933352132690916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/finished.html' title='Finished .'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S6kDaO5EsgI/AAAAAAAAAm4/qk7ZCnLVsNA/s72-c/IMG_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4927811572333847888</id><published>2010-03-23T03:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T03:23:57.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sudden mood swing occur. I wondering what's wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im playing the same old song over and over again on my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;iTunes,  instead of getting sick, I thought of somethings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those days when we always hang out at Thai Disco, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we drink till there's no tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till now, memories are still lingering inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my head and heart, no matter what has happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your has once given me the best and most wonderful memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please remember , that your are not forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I hate drinking ever since 2 of you are gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I really wish to maintain those memories I had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with both of you. Even though it's only a while that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we've known, but serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't forget that laughter I had with the both of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It heart aches me, I still blame myself over it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't forget what exactly happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And thanks to this matter , I afraid, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;afraid to drink and stopped drinking for 1 year.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A blink of eyes, your has already passed away for 1st year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this year... Are your doing good ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I still couldn't forget those incidents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still couldn't forget when I receive the call from one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of our friend, and realizing that both of you has passed on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im still blaming myself badly over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If that person didn't called and complained ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things like that wouldn't have happened ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart really aches, why! If not because you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;felt so unfair , and couldn't bear to let your hands off, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they wouldn't met the accidents , NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;WILL EVER HAPPENS ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4927811572333847888?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4927811572333847888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4927811572333847888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4927811572333847888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4927811572333847888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_23.html' title=':('/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2530809282989372586</id><published>2010-03-23T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:06:10.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been watching 海派甜心 again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, I'm remembering all the phrase &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they has and they said. Like one that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;makes me have a very very deep thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you got watch, almost all the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;phrase inside is very meaningful and touching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; Im serious about it. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG ! My computer is super laggy!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I don't know the reason ! Is pissing me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roar ! I receive emails , &amp;amp; I just use my Iphone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to check them out. Im downloading my show, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I think that's the reason that cause it to lag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Urghhs ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im waiting for my show to load so Im able to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since tomorrow Im ain't working and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I meeting Jing Pei in the evening for dinner, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yeah ! We shall go dinner together and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She mentioning to eat Sakae.&lt;br /&gt;So YEAH ~ I can have my fresh salmon !&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yay ! Im getting a camera next month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes a new one , Canon ixus 1o1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to get the 130, but then I still prefer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;101 cause it has RED ~ my favorite colour ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im starting to fall in love with red things, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which doesn't give me any reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colours that I usually don't like are now my favorite colours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which I don't understand the reason , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;etc , Green , Red , subdue green. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im starting to fall in love with so many colours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well , maybe that's a make up artist job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway , Im having exams , 60 days to my theory exams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and 75 days to my practical exam ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Practical exam will be a full day of 7 hours ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Within 7 hours , I need to finish 7 set of hairs , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7 sets of make up! So now , Jyue Hyue and Bobbi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is very into about timing , because if &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we are this slow, we won't be able to finish up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on time for our exams ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I need time to stay at home and read through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my notes for Theory, 60 days is very fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A blink of my eyes , I think it'll be around the corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I think I need to read read read my notes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exam is around the corner I don't want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to waste this money learning yet getting nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please please ! ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im getting stressed over exams hopefully , I will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pass ! It's my dream and it's my everything in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;making a woman a beau , on her big day or fashion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;show or EVEN !~ Normal outing. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tsk ~ ! Something is wrong with my connections, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is giving me big big problems !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear is going out with George because of his bike again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im getting piss off , I paid for nothing and get a lousy bike ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I've already send back a few times ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 times within a while ! I told that the battery is giving problem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And YET NOW ~ IS STILL GIVING ME PROBLEM ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What for I pay so much yet I get shit like this ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TELL ME WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM ! ~ Roar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, Im very easily angry today. Wish I don't know the real reason &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;behind it. Ops, did I said I sprain my leg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while walking down the escalator yesterday after work!&lt;br /&gt;How poor thing ~ I was walking down and a uncle just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;banged into my and I almost trip with my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;face facing down onto the steps ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily I hope onto the handle and balance myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but too late , I've already sprained my leg before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was fast enough to react ! ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SUAY ENOUGH ! Hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2530809282989372586?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2530809282989372586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2530809282989372586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2530809282989372586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2530809282989372586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/fate.html' title='Fate ?'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2931155170385548698</id><published>2010-03-16T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T01:19:14.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah ~ Im back.. I didn't blogged for 6 days and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's not my kind of style right? HAHA ! ~ I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, Im been busy these 2 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had work and school , work and school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting to feel very tiring.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway yeah ~ I want to say 2 more days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to MY BELOVED birthday ;)). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I didn't plan anything for these year's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;birthday. But well, like I've said as long as Im happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im glad. See who is going to be the first one to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;text me up tomorrow at MID NIGHT 12AM ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; Im online shopping now again ;)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's my favorite thing to do whenever I have time for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my laptop, Im dying of buying new clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha , but I've tons of dresses I still yet to wear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah ~... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just brought a new top and dress when Im out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my baby Felicia at vivo city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She tempted me to buy a super sweet dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, and indeed I brought it and Im loving it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear was saying when he saw that dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So small girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've yet to buy such dresses already, all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my dresses are either black or bare at the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So something sweet is coming out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;)) It's already 1.13am I needs to wake up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at 8am tomorrow cause I have work in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only me and Carmen, Linda morning has something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on so she'll come in late. Kelvin working afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So morning only Carmen and me in shop ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, Im yet to feel sleepy cause today I slept &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the whole day till 4pm then I woke up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and prepare for class. Hmm, gosh Im wondering &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who to find for model this wednesday ! RAH ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm , okay I shall stop blogging. Doesn't want to make it dragging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2931155170385548698?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2931155170385548698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2931155170385548698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2931155170385548698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2931155170385548698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy.html' title='BUSY !'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-3297645486092013410</id><published>2010-03-10T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T03:19:25.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired very tired..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;09/03/2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been tired these few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reasons due to work and class, hais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thought I could rest today, but we was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all informed last minute that today has class yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we went back school for Cosmetology class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well chim class today. But I end at 9pm, and everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went home at 9.30 or something. Reached home about 10.25pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear went to play table tennis with the group as usual, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and w/o me along because he didn't had his bike with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause it's spoil ! YEAH ! NOT EVEN A WEEK ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So he scolded the person lol , and they tell him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tomorrow his able to collect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully tomorrow Dear is able to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fetch me off school. If not I will be death tired, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taking train. ;( How blissful am I to have him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fetching me off work whenever Im working late or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;having class till late nights. love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im feeling sleepy and dozing off now. ;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway to Eileen baby , there's a kind of misunderstanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that will dissolve after awhile , doesn't need to take it to heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my dear , people make mistakes and have done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Just that there's a group of people doesn't they are wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking they are correct, (you know what I am talking about). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least dear , you realize your mistake and really think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you need a better changed.  At least you tried changing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and really aches when your family told you what's wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Understand ? Family doesn't have overnight hatred I believe they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;won't hate you for so long over such matters that happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you're so naive and you didn't even know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're saying that time. So why pull your mood down ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you tell me that it's now that you've done such things, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think your family will just say " what comes around goes around." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah , at least it was when you're young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some human being supposed to be mature and know how to think, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but they still use their butt to think of their path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't matter if it's wrong , as long as you're apologize and really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;willing to change and know you're at fault. And understand the word , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guilty. Cause for some cases , some human doesn't understands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Eileen dear , nothing to be guilty for , cause I believe they have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;already forgiven you.. (; NO matter what I LOVE YOU &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meeting Felicia , tomorrow &amp;amp; she's so going to hear me nag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again tomorrow. Hehe , wants to go shop shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or eat with her.. ;) I miss her , been long time since I've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;met her. So some meet up shall be good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHERE'S MICHYPAN ! IM LOOKING FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;SEEMS SO BUSY EH ! ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-3297645486092013410?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3297645486092013410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=3297645486092013410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3297645486092013410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3297645486092013410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/tired-very-tired.html' title='tired very tired..'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-6190850191531451726</id><published>2010-03-04T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:01:19.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From what I've learn, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;family is something that is bond for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Treating them using your heart and feelings, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not using your mouth to just say that you treat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;them as family, yes I admit that I've hurt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my family, I've said awful things to them before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like example, I hate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Due to certain reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But at the very end I'll feel bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and said sorry, cause no matter what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happened, they are the one that will stand by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To certain categories group of people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they said hurtful words and they think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that they are correct. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They think we're at fault to say hurtful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things. And expect us to respect them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but Im sorry, I can say I will never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;respect. Cause no point, to this kind of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;respect is just a word. Respect is just to have face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't because of you're mine elderly I have to respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, by right I am supposed too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't find a need right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause no point respecting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS;/ FAMILY IS SOMETHING THAT BOND&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TOGETHER FOR LIFE USING BLOOD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOT WEDDING BANDS. EVEN AFTER LIFE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;YOU'RE BOND TOGETHER. NOT JUST USING &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;YOUR BIG MOUTH TO SAY. MOREOVER&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WEDDING BAND CAN BE REMOVED&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;AND WHEN YOU SIGN ON THE PIECES &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;OF PAPER THERE'S NOTHING TO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DO WITH EACH OTHER ANYMORE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHERE AS, BLOOD IS CANNOT BE REMOVED. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;UNLESS YOU DRAIN YOUR BLOOD &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;AND DIE. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-6190850191531451726?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6190850191531451726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=6190850191531451726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6190850191531451726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6190850191531451726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5807050904841931313</id><published>2010-03-03T17:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:32:39.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I call love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is found on Eileen's blog and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after reading I feel so sad and teared, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is what I called true love &lt;3.&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie Kirkpatrick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice Goodwin, 23 years old , her fiance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie Kirkpatrick and her fiance, Nick, rest prior to their wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie has terminal cancer and spends hours in chemotherapy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here Nick waits while she finishes one of the sessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S44ywJVUv5I/AAAAAAAAAmg/PSPMgX5zh24/s1600-h/Katie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S44ywJVUv5I/AAAAAAAAAmg/PSPMgX5zh24/s400/Katie.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444344802257977234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      Even in pain and dealing with her organs shutting down, with the help of morphine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie took care of every single wedding plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her dress had to be adjusted several times due to her constant weight loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S44yva0kdaI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/UF76IYvzl04/s400/katie+1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An expected guest was her oxygen tank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie had to use it during the ceremony and reception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick's parents look on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's very emotional to see such couple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hangs onto their wedding day to make it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Nick's parents aren't unhappy or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;disagreeing about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S44yv9tsbLI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Nq8_h6R3LOQ/s1600-h/katie+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S44yv9tsbLI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Nq8_h6R3LOQ/s400/katie+2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444344799138966706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie needs to catch a few rest before she could due to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pain doesn't allow her to stand long.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S44ywmyYWTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/EQEye754nss/s400/katie+4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting on her wheel chair, listening to her husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and friends singings , that makes her carries a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and laughter on her face. Katie died 5 days after her wedding day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching a woman so ill and weak getting married and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a smile on her face make us think happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is reachable, no matter how long it last. We should stop making&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our lives so complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S44ywV81FVI/AAAAAAAAAmo/iJt6vg9VMU4/s400/katie+3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://172.31.254.244/hiccyburp.files.wordpress.comm/2010/01/41102847.gif?w=450&amp;amp;h=300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5807050904841931313?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5807050904841931313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5807050904841931313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5807050904841931313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5807050904841931313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-what-i-call-love.html' title='This is what I call love..'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S44ywJVUv5I/AAAAAAAAAmg/PSPMgX5zh24/s72-c/Katie.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2093823492185757830</id><published>2010-03-03T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:54:30.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been dreaming these few days, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if Im too tired or am I thinking too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just don't want to talk about what I dream, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but yesterday evening I remember I was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dreaming about something bad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up in tears and I could hardly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even catch my breathe, and nobody was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at home, I couldn't even call for help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tension pain in my chest that cause me hard to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;properly, so after catching back my breathe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lied back down on the bed and continue resting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With tears flowing onto my pillow, hoping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that what happened in my dream will not happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after resting till 9 plus Dear called telling me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he reached home and he fetch a girl from lucky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go home, ask me to guess who, so I told him , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mei mei lor then he start saying so obvious of cos I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is who. So after that we hang up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till 10 plus he message me telling me that he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going to bed , his very tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I online awhile with Eileen and William &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till around 12am I went offline and back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to rest on the bed waiting to fall back asleep, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I start rolling on the bed trying to fall back asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At last , I fall back asleep at 1am and waking up at 11pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im booked on 12th March , JP early advance b'day celebration &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for me ;) but we're thinking where to go, * headache*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm , tomorrow Im working noon shift, Dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is fetching me off work at 10pm tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't wait for me so long le dear, I feel bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So maybe you can hang out at lucky awhile or go home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first before heading to vivo , since I end work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;around 1030pm after cleaning up the shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot to mention Eileen brought me my present, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;) that sweetie is always so nice. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She brought me a bag from Charles and Keith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; Im bringing it every where I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm , Im waiting to wear all my nice nice dresses out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I brought them but I didn't have a chance to wear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;them yet due to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;( , I brought 2 new tops , 1 from Mango and another is from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cotton Body. Im loving the one I brought at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cotton Body cause it's sexy ~ haha , Mango&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is a normal red top. I starting to love RED COLOUR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh , I have almost 4 tops that are red in colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause my family are nagging Im always wearing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;black or white or grey. Don't have some &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bright colour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wants to go back to Dear's place, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tomorrow Im going back ! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2093823492185757830?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2093823492185757830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2093823492185757830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2093823492185757830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2093823492185757830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='♥♥'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-6116700247139719843</id><published>2010-03-02T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:08:50.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/3/2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, Dear and mine off day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we wake up at 11am bathed and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So first we went to AMK polyclinic to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see doctor, after taking queue number we walked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to AMK hub to eat Fish &amp;amp; Co. And finished by 1.35pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walked back to polyclinic and just nice ! 7 more to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we waited and end up they told us Doc will be back at 2.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we went to park our bike at multi-storey carpark and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after that, we went back and waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While waiting we quarreled over what I've said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah ~ not say very bad, but I really sorry over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after that we ride over to our bike shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we start talking and stuff. Then slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we're okay after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im really hurt over what has happened yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;especially what he'd said when I mention about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very hurt. But well , it was just at the heat of the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe. Hmm just wish that he didn't mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what he said. ;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went Lavender and visit Motoworld,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after that we head to Sim Lim square and home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then after an hour of rest, we went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to wash our baby girl ! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then home again to watch ghost movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we cooked maggie for dinner ;D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps;/ Dear, Im sorry what I've mention yesterday afternoon,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Im sorry that I've complain but I've realize they are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;all in the past, what matters is Im your present and future.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Im sorry. Truly sorry. ;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-6116700247139719843?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6116700247139719843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=6116700247139719843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6116700247139719843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6116700247139719843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/132010-yesterday-dear-and-mine-off-day.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-7249349249600376297</id><published>2010-02-23T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:45:39.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a super nice day today, but very tired thou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im starting work on Thursday Vivo City , CityChain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope it's going to turn out find, Im suppose to meet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eileen on Thursday but I totally forgotten about it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I decided to delay our meeting till after 6pm ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is after work that sweetie of mind say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she'll cook for me, burger ( as I request). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, but Im telling her don't , come up my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and do dinner. Much better don't need so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;troublesome, but by 7.30pm I must &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leave house to meet Dear in lucky and go back together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Im still deciding, haha. Hope she knows how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to use mine Kitchen , I will help her out if she needs help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;P she's so sweet can! ;D Im loving her so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway class today was absolutely fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day make up , a full make up on the models and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;definitely the best on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im really very sleepy, very tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up at 8am to bath and prepare to leave the house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for interview and reached back home at 11.30am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't rest, kept myself busy and don't fall asleep, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till now. ;( My eyes are hurting already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, Im so happy that Dear is taking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's bike tomorrow, where shall we go tomorrow night?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL ! I was nagging at him earlier on, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about fetching me to work at 10am but he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;say it's too early cause he reach work will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be too early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm , so Im trying to convince him to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fetch me to work in the morning I don't want to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;squeeze the train ;( very irritated during the morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;squeezing the train ;( idiot dear dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-7249349249600376297?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7249349249600376297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=7249349249600376297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7249349249600376297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7249349249600376297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5554854786766798650</id><published>2010-02-22T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:23:31.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im saying how happy I am recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memories happened in the past, I totally just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wants to forgets about them. Now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize that nothing or even nobody &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can replace him inside my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe at times, when we had argument or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;disagreement on certain things I will think why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can't we think the same, but end up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it's me that can't think the same way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at times. Now I realize that he's way of loving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and concerns is totally a big different from others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't mind who is he's past, what he did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the past, but most important is, Im &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's present and he's future. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alan is saying that Im spamming the FB status &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;message, but I have so much to share with people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really hope that I CAN SPAM IT ALL OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im very happy recently, really very happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which I don't know why but I just now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im content with everything I have now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Work , School , Family , Boyf, Friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that Im cutting down my time with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im sorry especially to MICHYPAN ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because I meet her at T4 ( Terminal 4). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I think I have even lesser time outing with my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, only when I off , I will ask Dear to take off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we'll go out together shopping or rounding around ;D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alan was saying that Im very blissful, I don't deny that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im blissful because I really felt very blissful in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a relationship with Dear ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im really very blissful, I don't know why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every single minute of my life Im smiling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and feeling that happiness inside me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after knowing that my family accepted him , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after knowing next time any events, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he might attend with me, knowing that he might&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be the one I getting marry with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart just filled with full of happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like what Alan said, his love filled me till I brink already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's kind of true, Im really at the most happiest time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of life, treasuring him , loving him , giving him happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and support that he needed. &amp;amp; Now he gave me he's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeing him carry my baby cousins, I smile to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause he love kids and this is the very first time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw him playing with kids and loving them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He'll be my baby's best daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will lock this man and treasure him forever, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till life ends even next life, I wants to be with him again.  ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5554854786766798650?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5554854786766798650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5554854786766798650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5554854786766798650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5554854786766798650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweetest.html' title='Sweetest ♥'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-8556914873565795917</id><published>2010-02-19T21:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:40:01.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im chasing a fly that stuck on my lappie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't fly off even when I blow it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or even use my cushion to push it away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, maybe it's injured so leave it there. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im getting excited, because Dear is going to take &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's bike tomorrow, finally we can go out at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again! ;D. Been months since we both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have actually go out till late night, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or even him buying swee choon carrot cake for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;) always remembering on the 30th of every month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he'll fetch me to near Mustafa to buy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;carrot cake, and go walk around at Mustafa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shopping for watches and perfume. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or even going to East Coast or Changi Beach for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a scroll after our dinner, going movie in late night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finding George after he's work. Or rounding in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;town to see if there's people touring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;around town. ;D Him fetching me to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pet Farm in Paris Ris. Then rounding at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devil's Band and stuff. Or scaring me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to OCH. Haha, Asshole right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I use to remember he's PGM is always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the one that let me know he went to work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and coming back from work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now he's RVF, is not going to let me know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I couldn't hear. Haha, moreover &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we changed room , so also won't know. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss the wind blowing into my face I miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that feeling of my fake lashes are dropping because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the wind. I can't stop missing haha ;P . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg, Im really so excited for Dear's bike to arrive!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOD GOD! LOL ~.  Is a kind of excitement in me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again when taking he's bike. But never never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ask him to fetch when he's in a bad mood, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause he take he's bike to vend he's anger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cass and me is messaging talking about Dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is getting he's bike again she told me " take car lah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then I can hitch a ride, " I told her " wait 2 years ltr I fetch you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She told me " by the time she fetch me first already. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told her " Yea , use bicycle fetch me lor. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, well I have my worries when he has he's bike, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have my enjoyment when he doesn't have bike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reasons are secrets, but well I can't stop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if things run out of hand. So just let natural take it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;course ;), I hope what Im thinking now won't happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; he won't do such things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope my worries are extra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im meeting him tomorrow in Lucky again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then at night might be going out with Ah Leong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause it's he's birthday Yesterday, but they planning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to eat tomorrow.  Hmm alot of people's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;birthday are coming up, AK's , XH's , &amp;amp; MOST&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANTLY IS MINE!! ;) Haha, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't plan to celebrate maybe just some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friends gather and eat dinner.. That's all. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kk, going off ! BYE! ~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; ♥. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-8556914873565795917?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8556914873565795917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=8556914873565795917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8556914873565795917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8556914873565795917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_19.html' title='♥'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2382617697747535125</id><published>2010-02-18T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:58:14.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY OVER ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I still waiting places to go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends relatives places Michy's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha ;D Im dying to her place please make a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;date free sweetie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, yes to me CNY is over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause people has already start work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and everything is going back to normal, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like Dear is going back to work, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im going back to school next week &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for 2 days, and another week no class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till 8/3/2010 then 10 days later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is MY BIRTHDAY !! ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So excited, anyway I also don't think&lt;br /&gt;Im celebrating my birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting boring, as long as I celebrate it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Dear, Im okay ;D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think chalet I will still continue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arranging a meeting is a problem , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;organizing a chalet is even worst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So must as well, just don't celebrate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im turning 16 in 1 month time! ;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just another 2 years, I wants to enjoy my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and tied myself down with my Dear boy when&lt;br /&gt;I turn 18 ;). Just want to get married with Dear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and be in a happy family with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I've know what I wants to know already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im really happy that I've know it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes yes , 2 years later also a CAR LICENCE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, Im getting very excited to turn 18, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but still got 2 years to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So hopefully me and Dear , happily past these 2 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, I really hope we can walk down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our future together. Im not so urge to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have shall feeling with any of my Boyf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really hope it's going to be the best for both of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou now, both our path might be tough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but shouldn't be a problem because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know both of us can walk pass all these, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because those in the past was even way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tougher to walk pass by we walked through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the obstacles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear , I love you now, love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forever ! ;) Thank you for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;supporting me and telling me it's okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and telling me you love me every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really hope you'll be the Papa of my kids, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hope you'll be the one smiling with me from now till&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;both our teeth drop, joking and making fun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of each other till we has winkles on our face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding each other's hand even &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we fall asleep, every night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before sleeping we shall watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drama before sleeping and continue our habits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till the day the both of us last breathe , even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;next life I hope I know you Dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really hope I do. ;) This is how much I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot predict what will happen tomorrow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I can predict my life without you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it'll be meaningless and pointless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So hold me tight cause Im couldn't let you go&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2382617697747535125?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2382617697747535125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2382617697747535125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2382617697747535125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2382617697747535125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-over.html' title='CNY OVER ~'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-3988733612006424349</id><published>2010-02-12T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:27:41.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOOD SPOILED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have already been awake cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of that stupid maid , when she's packing the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im already fucking fed up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now I try to not let anything affect my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I just don't understand why people, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like to be so busy bodies. I've learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when it's not my problem don't bother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause when you being kind to help out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but they think that we are SO STUPID&lt;br /&gt;WANTS TO HELP THEM OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can don't bother and just fuck care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;throw everything back to the owners to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;care!! FUCK FUCK FUCK! ~ Im&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fucking angry ! ~ Boiling hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HAD ENOUGH! ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DON'T FUCKING OWE ANYONE HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IF THAT PERSON IS NOT WILLING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TO CALL BACK AND AT LEAST INFORM, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEN IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHEN THE MAID DOESN'T WANT TO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;COME OUT FROM THE BATHROOM,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUCKING PISS , BOILING PISS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-3988733612006424349?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3988733612006424349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=3988733612006424349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3988733612006424349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3988733612006424349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/mood-spoiled.html' title='MOOD SPOILED.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-74602788762418010</id><published>2010-02-11T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:21:48.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt gloomy and tired the whole day today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But overall I survived another day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow will be having lesson as usual , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;might end late late late! Hair setting and Messy Bun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;), Im a happy gal , I don't expect anything from life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anything fantasy or anything, just a simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one... Well, counting down 3 days to CNY &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;V'day is on the same day! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg, tomorrow Im meeting my dear Cindy for lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eileen also because we're going to do something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for our Boyf's for Valentine Day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sending Dear's Valentine Day to him tomorrow also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopes he likes it ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So excited about doing it , I've been complaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to Eileen about it! Haha. She saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im very excited , and I find myself irritating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause I keep asking isit very I don't want, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I scare too big and blah blah blah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor her , hearing all my complains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im so so so going to stop complaining and just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do, don't worry if it can be finished anot.&lt;br /&gt;Most important is the thought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that counts. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well , I don't expect he's present for me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause if he take a RVF out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be happy enough cause I has free ride,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;home whenever Im in town or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I have school . Haha ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long as we're together , Im happy enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to regret losing him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want regret making the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wrong decisions in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I text-ed Dear and told him he's V'day present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will be delivered to he's working place tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; he's asking what isit , I said something filling &amp;amp; nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He told me " watever" haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I told him " present cannot be told. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I REALLY HOPE HE LIKES IT !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eileen has exam tomorrow so we ended our chat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but definitely tomorrow there will be pictures &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;being uploaded. ;D Here and FB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow Im shifting to my Grand-aunt place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for few days maybe till 3rd day of CNY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, yup yup 3rd day of CNY , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's programs but don't know what yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michy's place or KTV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm shall ask Michy. Maybe I shall go&lt;br /&gt;Eileen place's also ! Haha ;P. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since this sweetie asked me to go over her place, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for dinner when Im free. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then sometimes when her boyf aint around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we can have a girls over night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's really a very sweet and lovely person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I ever mention ? I use to don't like her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause I thought she's proud. Haha , but end up knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her already she's a very sweet and funny person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her boyf too, thou I still yet to see her boyf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope they last long eh!! I wanna attend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your wedding dinner! ;D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;) Im sneezing away I bet Dear is thinking about me (LOL). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In he's dreams.. Haha. Well, after tomorrow class, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday another mask to be applied before making up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; also also all the primer , skin lotions and hair serum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; IM READY FOR CNY !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOOTS ~ Im going to collect Ang Bao. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love love love , ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall go off ;D blog tomorrow night with Pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-74602788762418010?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/74602788762418010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=74602788762418010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/74602788762418010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/74602788762418010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/gloomy-thursday.html' title='Gloomy Thursday'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5498910062259302040</id><published>2010-02-11T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T01:56:56.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;) ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Class today about Eyeshadow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going to do my eyeshadow and everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going to look at my very best! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;) Are your excited for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; looks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S3LvrpD_wVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/TGthhKEtmtU/s400/%3B).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green and Brown eyeshadow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;) Happy and thick lashes with sexy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dress and high heels. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With straight hair ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still thinking. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dear's&lt;/span&gt; Valentine Day present will appear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of him on the Friday. I hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he really likes it , if not I will be sad ;(. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, after school went dinner with Eileen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kovan&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Punggol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lemak&lt;/span&gt; there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to eat the Mince Meat Noodle and she ate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Dong Fen". And after eating we walked back to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kovan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mrt&lt;/span&gt; and she called her dad to pick her up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cabby&lt;/span&gt; home. That sweetie waited for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till I board the cab. Love you gal , see you on Friday ;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; tired, wants to sleep, but I just feel like staying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awake awhile more.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ktv&lt;/span&gt; on 3rd day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with mummy and her boyfriend, don't know if &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear wants to go. But hopefully he'll come along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause without him I will be bored. ;( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love a few new song from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Luo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Zhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Xiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; Yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; Ling ;D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And one song from Sam Lee " Yuan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Liang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Wo&lt;/span&gt; Mei You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Shuo&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice song hear it ;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; missing my big dear dear.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the way he hugs me to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that day and always putting he's heavy leg over mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously , a big thank you to him cause of him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really knows what I really wants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I made some mistakes in life, but well I don't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;intend to remember them. Thou it's part of my memories, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes like I've said they are memories so leave them behind and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look what is important in future. I can admit , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've already looking out for Hotels , Gowns, Make Up artist, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photographer , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Videographer&lt;/span&gt; , Out-door shooting Venue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Table arrangement and everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always remember Dear says , " put buffet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; so expensive everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;downstairs eat " . Then I'll say " okay , but I want curry chicken as dish eh." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; he'll always smack my head after saying that. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause he say , only funeral have curry chicken. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so my meaning way even the day I die also won't put&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;buffet ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He always make me laugh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; always doing stupid things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to make him laugh. Seriously ask me give him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up for something, I rather I give that something up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if it's studies , work , family or friends I won't.&lt;br /&gt;Cause , I know as long as he treats me good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my family won't ask me to give him up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends , they'll love what I love as long as he don't bully me ;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Studies , work maybe these 2 MIGHT make me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking of going overseas to have more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;experiences. But if we get marry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;I don't mind going through more hardship with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Seriously , he completes me, w/o him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;life is totally meaningless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Im grateful that he's around me this 10th months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;;D Dear, I love you. Okay, Im going bed nighty! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5498910062259302040?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5498910062259302040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5498910062259302040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5498910062259302040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5498910062259302040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_11.html' title=';) ;)'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S3LvrpD_wVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/TGthhKEtmtU/s72-c/%3B).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-1310742351420190994</id><published>2010-02-10T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:24:20.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes yes, my house there's a BATMAN living here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How irritating can it be. Such asshole are staying here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine he was outside with my aunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to buy groceries for home purpose, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he ate KFC outside with my aunt and one of my cousin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when my Grand-ma &amp;amp; Mummy was at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;home LOOKING AFTER he's kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; my Mum and Grand-ma &amp;amp; the maid at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haven't eaten their dinner.. He's outside but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he came home w/o food for my Grand-ma and Mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; my grand-ma asked my aunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get food from downstairs as my mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wasn't feeling well and she's very tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; guess what this " BATMAN " said?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Don't know how to ask your sister go buy mer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you can bath for the kids."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IN THE FUCKING FIRST PLACE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOU'RE OUT OF THE HOUSE, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ASKING MY GRAND-MA AND MUM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR KIDS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; YOU DON'T EVEN FUCKING BUY FOOD FOR THEM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If not because of your kids , you think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my Grand-ma wants to stay with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in your fucking house!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Use your fucking brain and think , w/o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my Grand-ma you think your wife can work ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You think your kids won't ended up in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hospital because of your stupid maid !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We pity the 3 kids not you or your wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't think that we owe you people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so they are here to take care of your kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You owe us more than we owe you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fucking jerk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe such creature living in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even animals care for their love one, look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out of their love one... But you? You're &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;definitely worst than a ANIMAL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chinese got one saying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" LIAN CUI SENG DOU BU RU"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, you're worst off than a beast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-1310742351420190994?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1310742351420190994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=1310742351420190994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/1310742351420190994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/1310742351420190994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/full-of-crap.html' title='Full of crap.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5439545849780425094</id><published>2010-02-09T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:28:26.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One post and another, well this post is about family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My grandma is back from Taiwan ;) . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well , me Anabelle Huang, will never let anyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bully my family anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't express my love to my family properly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but Im really very protective towards them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter how much I grumbles about them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is because of the irritations, but when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people are bullying her, I feels angry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like etc , today I went to pick her up at the airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; there's this big ang mo taking he's luggage and he knock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into my grandma , the moment I saw her lose her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;balance I wanted to just rush in and box the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;big ang mo. I don't give a damn how big , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nobody is to allow to bully anyone in my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They should understand the conquers to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially to my mum or my grandma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND to that UNCLE of mine, Don't think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you're still a freaking good guy in people's heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody knows what you've done and those &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are cannot be erase. Stop showing a face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just because you're the only man in the house, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I respects my dogs more than you. Why !? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you don't fucking gain to be respected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you think by showing a face people will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;respect you , please look into the mirror &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and see your face. My grandma just touched &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;down the plane today and he insist of going &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;giant to buy CNY stuff.. Why not buy earlier than now!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STUPID. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes , I hate my uncle &amp;amp; my grandfather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To me, my family is only ladies plus my twins cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which is boy lah.. I bet I don't need to repeat stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in my life anymore, cause Im really trying v hard to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forget. That beautiful scars is healed , but wasn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fully healed, cause I couldn't let certain things go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im very tired in forgetting them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well , valentine day coming! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear be prepared to receive your present from me ;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better love them, haha! ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S3BDDiGvIYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/4orDnO2INBk/s400/Annaloveeesss+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear this month we don't have anniversary ! Haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause there's not 30th this month! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But over all we've been together for 10 months &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thick and thins , toughness in life and those happy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moments in life. Thou our quarreling last a week usually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But , we still tolerate and walked till what we're today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou there's unexpected things happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it's a obstacles we went through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou several times we thought of giving up , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thought of breaking up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But end up when we both cool down and think over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it, it was just out of the anger. But seriously, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that I should settle down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Not meaning getting married). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But , engaged myself.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more third party coming in , no more fourth or fifth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;party coming in, just him and only him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If a person can change me from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a freaking stubborn girl till what I think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is right , why not just stop at this guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And never think of there's someone better out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Cause he might be the only one left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im done thinking , 3 years down the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the 26th May 2012 shall be our wedding day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weekend and the closest to our anniversary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30th May 2009. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe Im thinking too far, but this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is the guy that I wants to settle down with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever thick and thins we have already gone through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when the whole world told us to give up on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;each other, but we still held on so tightly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how many obstacles come in between us , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we still went on smoothly. So what more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;obstacles are there that will break us up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thank those ex and ppl that has dumb me for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my attitude I thank people that dumb me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for another girl , I thank people dumb me because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im stubborn , immature, petty &amp;amp; attitude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause because of your I've meet him today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also want to thank those people that make me dump you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because your show me that you didn't treasure and appreciate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what I've done for your. So a big thankyou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou your really hurt me alot when your dump me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but at the end I've learn a lesson , never let anyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;change me into a person Im not when you don't explain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but force me to change into someone better cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you cannot tolerate. Or DON'T APPRECIATE OR CHERISH ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou during our quarreling I will think of he's bad point &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and think why must I tolerate , but a r/s takes 2 hands to clap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So , he get angry and piss off is because he cared because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he love me. He gave me the attention I wanted, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the appreciation and treasure he show me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love and care , he don't express it out, cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he tell me " you should know I love and care for you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but if you want to hungry yourself I also can't do anything." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. So ya this is the way he express he's love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BIG THANK YOU DEAR... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( you support me when we at our hardest period, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you held my hand and tell me you'll be always behind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;supporting me and loving me. and up to today, you still did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im really very touched to what you've done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really very touched and the way you tell me to love my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;family and care for them. You change me into what I am today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you make me think for my future and love myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because you love me and you want the best &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for me... so you're always here for me. " ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While typing this Im crying. Cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt the amount of love he gave me ;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear thank you , I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO !~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5439545849780425094?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5439545849780425094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5439545849780425094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5439545849780425094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5439545849780425094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-post.html' title='Another post .'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S3BDDiGvIYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/4orDnO2INBk/s72-c/Annaloveeesss+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-3169157163026688829</id><published>2010-02-09T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:37:36.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTING !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My day today was all outing, from Dear's place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to Michelle's place, den to the Airport, then back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to Dear's place den town, wanted to walk to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lucky already and Cass last minute say she'll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;join me and Michy for lunch then walk back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to MRT station and waited for her then we walked back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to Lucky and meet Michy for lunch. Fish soup , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just beside OCBC forgot the name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went to buy bubble tea, and off to looked for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my Dear dear, at he's work place. Hehe , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then we walked back to CK tangs , cause Michy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is going back to work and we're going Far East Plaza, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to shop around. Shopped from 4.30pm till 6.40pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cabbed to school and the uncle really piss me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;off big time, urghhs he went wrong way and he still argue with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he expects me to stop at Cantoment and walked to my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;school. Thou the distance is not very far, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but what's the purpose of taking a taxi !? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Means stop where the destination I want to go right?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If not what's the whole idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; he was saying but need to pay ERP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and stuff. I was so boiling hot with him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he couldn't stop jerking he's stupid taxi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes me and Cass nearly puked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So reached class, prepare the skin and everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we start our lesson ;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When class ended wanted to have a dinner with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eileen and her model but when we went off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;most of the food store are closed! ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we took train home. On the way back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we're talking about our r/s. What they brought of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on valentine day. I find Eileen's bf is quite cute! Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause of what he brought for her!! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-3169157163026688829?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3169157163026688829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=3169157163026688829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3169157163026688829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3169157163026688829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/outing.html' title='OUTING !'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-1644940346942527585</id><published>2010-02-07T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:41:50.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo! Time flies CNY IS just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;next week is next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma is coming back tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Im freaking happy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause all the goodies from Taiwan will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be brought back ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm I'm worried for class tomorrow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause I didn't get any models yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Urghhs! ~ Angry ley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im also meeting Cassandra in the afternoon tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for her CNY clothing! See I told you that , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've alot of meeting for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;Haha , But well, is also because I wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to shop. ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im waiting for Eileen's turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She better don't bluff me, if not I will throw her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into the rubbish bin ;P. Just kidding sweetie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;) Im glad I've know alot of beautiful babies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from Kenzo eh, Edith , Michy , Felicia , Cindy &amp;amp; Eileen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your are the most important babes in my life. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Touch to see this right? Haha ;P. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anw, today's outing was just BORED~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but overall it's a okay one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was out with my aunt ( Michelle), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my 3 rascals cousin. Yes there's only &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that 3, haha. Together with my uncle , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the maid and Angie sis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God , I'll swear that I won't let the maid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;push the stroller behind me anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She keeps going over my leg, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she doesn't feel anything. Urghhs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how angry. After that dinner then we went &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back home. From United Square, I went somerset 313 ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to meet Cassandra for awhile and went to lucky to meet dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanted to find Cindy but Dear don't want. Hmpf , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shall look for her tomorrow. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss her alot ley! ;( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;            &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S27A1IVW7fI/AAAAAAAAAlw/rlP9hCdlAdY/s400/viva+la+juicy+%3B).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes yes! This is the fragrance Im dying for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;( It's super nice, whenever I open my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;phone casing , I will smell on the cover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I spray that fragrance there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;). My birthday wishlist eh ! ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super in love with the scent. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im waiting for my KFC , and it's taking so bloody long! ;( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im hungry not that hungry but that BIG GUY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is making noise saying it's freaking long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10mins late, Dear say 1 min late discount. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WTH. Tsk tsk tsk right? Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm Im going to call KFC and ask them WHERE'S MY FOOD!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Urghhs! piss off ley! Hmpf!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-1644940346942527585?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1644940346942527585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=1644940346942527585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/1644940346942527585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/1644940346942527585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S27A1IVW7fI/AAAAAAAAAlw/rlP9hCdlAdY/s72-c/viva+la+juicy+%3B).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4182900504326795</id><published>2010-02-07T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:29:38.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop thinking negatively .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When your mind start to think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;negatively, nothing will stop you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from thinking that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly, I wants to enjoy life as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;much as I can, don't have to be with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyone but by myself or even just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't matters anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I realize everything in life is short, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you won't know when isit going to end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why not live a happy life instead of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leading a unhappy and so much troubles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life. At least when it ends you know , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you still have happy memories in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im out with Dear today as he's off day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to bike shop at first with AG &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then we slack there till 3.30pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and off me and Dear went to Chinatown for a short walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CROWDED! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went back to Bishan and we brought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meatballs and home we went, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then dinner and watched Daybreakers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but half way through that movie I fall asleep, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now Im awake, going bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sleepy and my head is aching again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wonder isit the weather these few days. Sigh ;( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4182900504326795?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4182900504326795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4182900504326795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4182900504326795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4182900504326795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/stop-thinking-negatively.html' title='stop thinking negatively .'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-8125443093355373159</id><published>2010-02-05T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T01:57:28.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweetie , cry over it and it'll be over soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't keep inside your heart because, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he didn't treasure. You know that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're tired, you know you're &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out of breathe to fight why not just let it go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giving up doesn't means you're weak ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes it means that you're strong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enough to let it go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cry it all out and after crying, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will definitely feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-8125443093355373159?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8125443093355373159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=8125443093355373159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8125443093355373159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8125443093355373159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweetie.html' title='sweetie.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4838338446607761309</id><published>2010-02-04T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:22:22.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sort things out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I've finally sort things out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and today mood suddenly felt relief and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starting to laugh w my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing got to do with me and Dear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just that something inside my mind that I can't really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sort out with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now Im having a clear mind, this time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't cry while thinking through it , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thou abit moody but it was after all a better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thing after sorting it out ;D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anw, I've recently hearing people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying to change their girlf or boyf to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a person they want to their partner to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trust me, you'll never want to do that.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause after they change, you want them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to change back to what they was before, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or even they change is only for the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;temporary moments. Loving a person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is love them for who they are and not love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;them because you think you can change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into the person you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was changed by a person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;previously, but I change back shortly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause it wasn't the time when I wanted to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;change so I change just temporary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only till I left him and another guy till &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im with Dear now, he made the biggest change in me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He don't force me, but tell me why I need to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happened in the past, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has turn me into what I am today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Accept a person's past because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone has different past.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You accept your partners past, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they'll accept your past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;D Anna is finally happy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; know what she wants.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4838338446607761309?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4838338446607761309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4838338446607761309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4838338446607761309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4838338446607761309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/sort-things-out.html' title='Sort things out.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-6353365483825931539</id><published>2010-02-04T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:51:53.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are all the stars that deserved, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be twinkle. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im back from class and settled everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while chatting with my both darling , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Felicia &amp;amp; Michy. Tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be meeting up with Felicia for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a short shopping, actually we are meeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the noon cause she's working morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but who knows, that now they've changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rules, morning need to be a FULL TIMER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAH!~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But well, I doesn't really wants to shop much cause, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im just getting my slippers and I wish that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can get it at Far East. Since my CNY clothing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my shoes , my eyelashes and even my make up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are already READY~ haha. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anw, class today ; Tools &amp;amp; face sculpting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was fun cause they has got so many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to learn today, well Eileen miss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her class, due to her bacteria infections(?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, she's resting at home for 3 days, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but hope she's gonna be fine real soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take great care okay babe? ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, there's simply alot of things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;running through my mind, alot way to much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But well, I don't intend to reveal much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of it , cause I find it's not the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou, it's kind of bad to keep my troubles inside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;myself, but well it doesn't really matters, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I sort things out and thought things out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eventually things will be as fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought through alot, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my future, my dreams , my goals and my purpose living &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in this world. Not to be a useless or someone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;brainless, is to be someone useful and someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whom know how to over come obstacles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and rocky road in life, like what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've posted in FB ; Being happy doesn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mean everything is pefect. It means you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;decided to look beyond the imperfections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I see a child's innocents and they way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they wants to know things, I wish last time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've didn't asked, I wish last time I didn't know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will it lesser my pain now?? I wish the way I grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can be slower down and goes at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as my age, but it can never happen anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I've knew too much nonsense happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even up to know, what happened 7 years ago ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up to today, Anna didn't forget what happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remembering every single movement and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the way that incident happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That real live thing that acts like a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep replaying inside my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never once forgotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can forget everything I can forget my ex-boyf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But never once I forget this incident ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never stop feeling back what kind of feeling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they gave at that moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what to do to forget it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a darkness inside my life, that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot come out from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-6353365483825931539?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6353365483825931539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=6353365483825931539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6353365483825931539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6353365483825931539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/stars.html' title='Stars.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-1003781983984671185</id><published>2010-02-02T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:15:18.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a beautiful day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Yes yes, Im awake since 7am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till now, Im going for a short nap soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just drank a mouth full of coffee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but Im falling asleep soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im very tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway , yes very long since I blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reason due to busy shedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Class, job hunting and busy shopping for CNY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;clothing.. Yes yes, I've already gotten most of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my dresses for CNY. I just receive a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bag of online clothing from Hula &amp;amp; Co. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My jersey dress, sexy and nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha not a bad choice of choosing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I admitted to hospital due to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;high fever dripped and everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;online if FB also using my Iphone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday's class is wonderful ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hair setting on dummy head, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sek ( if Im not wrong with the spelling) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he set the hair before us and he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;actually style it and undo it at the end of the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's damn nice the way he style that dummy's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hair. He's good... ;D But sad he's going &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back after CNY I think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, my shedule is packed till CNY is over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow class, Thursday will be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shopping with Felicia in town cause she &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hasn't gotten her CNY clothing so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going with her.. Then waiting for Eileen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to tell me when her exams are over, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we're going shopping again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The March 1st or 3rd if Im not wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be going to choose Geraldine's wedding gown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with her. Then slowly slowly as time pass, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18 March is coming. 44 more days to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time flies, that time I was counting 70 over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;days for my birthday at, the blink &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of my both eyes, it's already 44 more days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So fast time really flies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-1003781983984671185?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1003781983984671185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=1003781983984671185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/1003781983984671185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/1003781983984671185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-beautiful-day.html' title='What a beautiful day.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-7152085314430032600</id><published>2010-01-26T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:26:12.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>throat hurting ;(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, throat hurting again. ;(( Sigh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sick now better than CNY, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause I wants to eat CNY GOODIES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, I think yesterday's seaweed &amp;amp; bubble tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will turn out to be these way? Too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of a bubble tea. Time to cut down on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bubble tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday's class was really interesting, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's eyebrow trimming ;)). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I trimmed Cass eyebrow and I bet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's loving it now! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better appreciate it hor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im going to trim mine later on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nose running, throat hurting, ANNA NEED&lt;br /&gt;a good rest if not it will be worst! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-7152085314430032600?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7152085314430032600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=7152085314430032600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7152085314430032600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7152085314430032600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/throat-hurting.html' title='throat hurting ;('/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-3989745329428831264</id><published>2010-01-23T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:30:47.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A perfect day from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday after class I was told that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear told me that he's going to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Malaysia w Ah Kang &amp;amp; he's girlf,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today he asked am I able to get my passport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I told him no, and he said he'll go alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So while eating Ah Kang called and ask &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whether wants to have dinner but Dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;told him okay, so we head out and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to eat " yong dao hu" at Henderson Market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after Ah Kang fetched us we went to fetch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xiao Hao &amp;amp; off we head to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to eat Sting Ray, but cause of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XIAO HAO!!! I didn't get to eat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS LOR! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Dear &amp;amp; me brought satay to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yucks Yucks Yucks, it's damn oily so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after I get home faster drink yakult,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to digest before sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today woke up by Dear cause of he's phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And smoking while Im sleeping,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so he just keeps telling me byebye, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's going off and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I just kept quiet, till 2pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I was like don't need to see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're not going malaysia already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, so he went to bath and he told me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after he change, " didn't you want to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buy bubble tea to drink from Amk central, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still don't want to change wait for what? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was totally shock and went to bath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and fast fast went out to AMK central, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at first wanted to get my bubble tea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but end up not getting cause it's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a damn long queue, so we went to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our lunch MOS buger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But end up we didn't get my bubble tea, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;off we went to bishan for a walk and NTUC &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is where we went, getting our tibits &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my favorite 2 packets strawberries &amp;amp; 4 packets of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tao Kei Neo seaweed ;D, a magazine. And off we went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear leg was hurting and he was walking damn slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but end up he stills accompany me out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afraid that Im being bored at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I was piss cause I didn't get my BUBBLE TEA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ughhs, but it's okay. Im going out tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after accompanying Dear end works, we MUST get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bubble tea.  He promised me that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he'll get for me. SO YES! MAKE SURE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE GET! If not Im going to bugg him till&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he gets for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS ;/ Please be INFORMED, next friday KTV at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XIAO HAO PLEASE MAKE YOURSELF FREE HOR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-3989745329428831264?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3989745329428831264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=3989745329428831264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3989745329428831264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3989745329428831264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/perfect-day.html' title='A Perfect Day.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-8612321555022747845</id><published>2010-01-21T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:26:53.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im back from my great grand-uncle's funeral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's very sad that he has left us but it's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;also a happy thing that he left, cause he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went w he's family around him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &amp;amp; he's together w he's love one at this moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really had a big crying when I know he's around us, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's a v bad one, cause I felt that pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, Rest in peace okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with love, great grand-niece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I recommend a few bridal shop &amp;amp; bridal photography&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here cause I know that my friends &amp;amp; relative might&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be getting wedding and preparing for their wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recommend this Ambi Photography &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ambiphotography.com/"&gt;http://www.ambiphotography.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; Bridal gown, from My Bridal Room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mybridalroom.com/"&gt;http://www.mybridalroom.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's package there, but it's better to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get the photography done by Ambi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause they really do a good job, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; there's stories and have photography. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are really good or maybe better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, Im feeling irritated w people around, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shouting and screaming around, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;speaking loudly and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why but I having mens, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a very heavy one so Im easily irritated don't come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and irritated me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im going back to dear's place later on, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meeting him at lucky ;)) , kk Im going a short &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rest &amp;amp; go find my dear later ;D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps; / " Tai Gong ", your laughter is always remembered, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please be happy ;D , cause your family will be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-8612321555022747845?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8612321555022747845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=8612321555022747845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8612321555022747845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8612321555022747845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/recommend.html' title='Recommend'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2846079887236956948</id><published>2010-01-21T00:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T03:51:00.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not postponing anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S1cva_vgG5I/AAAAAAAAAlA/8VVH-sn1BPE/s400/sweet+love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remembering my Boyf &amp;amp; me was discussing to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get marry 3 years down the road &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting so ready for a marriage down the road, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 years later. But recently I talked to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about postponing our wedding till later, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when our career is both stable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, right now after reading a touching story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to continue going for my dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting marry at the age of 18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't mean young age can't get marriage, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it doesn't mean that, if you love someone why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even old people says, getting marry young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isn't good, but seriously, is whether you're&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going to tolerate your husband and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are both of you really stabled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want a perfect wedding, a very perfect one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't need my man to be perfectionist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I need my wedding to be perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my boyf thou sometimes I hate him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause of the way he's not bringing me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause of he's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But after awhile I just seems to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's the one that really loves me and really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really go for what I love &amp;amp; need instead of want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He give me a sense of secure and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he'll be always holding me in he's arm even when he's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sleeps. He never left me in the cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; whenever Im over at he's place, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whenever I kicked the blanket off me,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he'll be the one waking up and cover it back for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou at times he irritates me and he made fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of me, but most to most he's the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that love me most other than my Grandma &amp;amp; my Mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remembering we walked through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thick and thins, remembering us being just friends to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;couple makes me really wants to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; whenever thinking back it was the reason why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I held him on so tightly to me. At times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;during quarrels we thought of giving up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but at the very end, he cleans up my tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; treat me eat MacDonald everytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after we quarreled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that even at 1am I told him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wants to eat Swee Choon Carrot cake, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he'll fetch me all the way till Mustafa to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get them hot and nice for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He never complains whenever I told him&lt;br /&gt;I wants him to cook maggie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coming 9 months, we walked through thicks and thins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking towards our dreams and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walking towards our future, he still held me in he's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;arm, count me lucky? I have a very understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boyf &amp;amp; really love and dote me this much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou all the sweet talking stops, the honeymoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;period stops, but till now he's still a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very sweet boyf at times, thou words aren't spoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but, the way he do and make me feel that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im being treasured by him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I bet people are thinking what is My plan for wedding!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, Im going to be a make up artist, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEST GROWNS, BEST MAKE UP,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEST HAIRSTYLING,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; OF COS MY BESTIES AS MY SISTERS ;D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Haha, well this is my idea of make up for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S1cyZtCAZqI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WBrZWM8o4-0/s400/Bridal+make+Up.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428863292984551074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Evening a more obvious make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S1c1dtijbiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ySlg_1YOAAc/s400/Bridal_Make-up_2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 393px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428866660375424546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A day hair style Bun. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S1c1dxLt1ZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/8iyjxM4A56E/s400/Bridal+Hair.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428866661353379218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ideal but not what I really wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S1c1eBGZA4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/kR3xMum0npY/s400/bridal_hair_8_s.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 350px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428866665626010498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't get the picture of my favorite gown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but here's the website to it . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mybridalroom.com/Gowns.aspx"&gt;http://www.mybridalroom.com/Gowns.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the 5 gown from the Left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gown looking like a tube but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;attach w a turtle neck collar all the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till the back of the gown. It's a turtle neck w lace , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it's v sexy can be long and when parted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it'll be a short gown &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Roses around the lower of the gown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sames goes for my Evening gown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll be the 1st one counting from the right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a kind of sky blue gown toga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's v nice. I love it alot. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; NOT LEAST! My tea ceremony&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a Red Traditional Kua. Like this below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S1c59QH4ETI/AAAAAAAAAlo/yKn9O_xrA1s/s400/Kua.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428871600281227570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most important is the Red Dress above, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is a kind of respect I pay to my husband's Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; same goes to my relative. Thou at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mine age kind of weird to wear things like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these cause I usually don't like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but if the day Im getting marry, yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im wearing that, cause is a kind of respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A traditional tea ceremony dress, is a yes yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; of cos! A PERFECT SHOE TO FITS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all my beautiful and lovely gowns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of cos, a full cover HEELS. Not only one pair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But few, my main gown one pair matching &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;w my tea ceremony dress for the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and one pair for the dinner matching with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Bridal Gown and Evening Gowns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pre-wedding and actual day wedding photos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;must be taken perfectly cause it's my big big day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So how do you think? Perfect enough, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just that Hotel Im still thinking where. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something grand &amp;amp; elegant, giving face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to my mum &amp;amp; my future husband mother &amp;amp; father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; Def* there should be slide shows of my wedding pictures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;speech given to my family &amp;amp; he's family ;D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awaiting for that day to come. ;)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2846079887236956948?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2846079887236956948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2846079887236956948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2846079887236956948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2846079887236956948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-anymore.html' title='Not postponing anymore.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S1cva_vgG5I/AAAAAAAAAlA/8VVH-sn1BPE/s72-c/sweet+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2623883419305472320</id><published>2010-01-19T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:34:52.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember watching a show on Channel 8 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on Sunday, " Shuo Zai Jian" ( say goodbye). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's talking about a dog w her owner for 16 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; her dog is dying of old &amp;amp; sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All she do is sleep and sleep the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The vet told her, " I hope she see this christmas. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I think her owner was getting marry on that day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or maybe earlier. The sisters &amp;amp; her owner brought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her down the Red Carpet and till she meets her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;husband and the end of the walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dog just continue sleeping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in her owner's arms, the part where tears just couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stop rolling around my eyes, I doesn't wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to cry because Dear will sure make fun of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I decided to clean them off before he saw them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I started imagine when one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my 3 babies are leaving me, Baby , Boby &amp;amp; Jack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine one day they'll sleep &amp;amp; never wakes up again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine I'll never hear their barking &amp;amp; they're&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tails swinging left and right whenever Im home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love 3 of them really do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dislike people buying or adopting a dog, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but ending up giving them away or left them stray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im sorry to mention as some of my friends do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Im not saying your , I just read a post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; angry w that person saying about dogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dogs aren't companions, they are a live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They deserve to be love and deserve to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;treated like a human too. Thou they don't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go toilet themselves or buy food for themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; neither can they clean their own waste or bowl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, they are human's friend but you buy a dog, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because you love them and wants to be their closet one, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not just to doll them up and make them your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;companions when you're lonely and throw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;them away when you find them a trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If from the very start, you dislike and think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you cannot commit the time &amp;amp; efforts, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please don't ruin their life. Imagine you're&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the one being abandon? Being told that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're just a fucking companion ?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How would your heart feels?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I see stray dogs, I just wanna bring them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;home and tell them, they deserve to be loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But usually I will just get food, cause I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have that ability cause I've already gotten 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dogs at home. I've tried sending them away due&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to shifting of house. But end up whenever I give them away, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my heart hurts and never stop crying and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking about them. So I will never thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of that idea anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They don't deserve life like this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause neither do we deserved, dogs has life too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you think you couldn't commit and couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bring them 6 times down stairs, you can paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;train them and just clean up the newspaper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or wash the toilet floor, it doesn't waste much of your time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're going on a holiday you can bring them to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your relative place or a friend that's willing to help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to take care, instead of because of your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happiness you buy a dog and giving it away at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the end of the day again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEN  WHAT'S THE WHOLE FUCKING POINT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OF HAVING ONE DOG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay speaking back about life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been to class as usual, Im early today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so waited for the rest to arrive and sits in for class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's lesson was boring and I wasn't in that kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of mood, so I just sit back quietly listens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon Jyue finishes the lesson and we started asking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her about the make up box and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then classed officially ended at 9.30pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I took a cabby down to Toa Payoh to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pay a visit to my great grand-uncle's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;funeral everyone was shock to see me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I felt funny in Fake eyelashes, Black Top, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaki green jacket &amp;amp; blue shorts. I feel funny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause , it's a funeral abit disrespectful , but I didn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had a choice cause it was after class I went there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after I reached prayed and off to buy Mac to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eat, it was breakfast cum lunch cum dinner cum supper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, I skipped meal the whole day. Think before class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starts, Im gonna get a soya bean milk for a fill of stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;den lesson starts, starting to crave for soya milk. ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear , teaches me to love Soya Milk ;D ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kk, Im off blog soon! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2623883419305472320?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2623883419305472320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2623883419305472320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2623883419305472320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2623883419305472320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/dogs.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5715768530685067882</id><published>2010-01-17T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:56:30.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I received a call from mummy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saying Great uncle passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He brought countless laughter in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he's laughter is always the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that make us laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now he's on he's way to he's the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;other end of the rainbow finding he's love one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there. He's just going to another end of the rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spending he's time there, being happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rest in peach great uncle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never forget your laughter, cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's the brightest among all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5715768530685067882?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5715768530685067882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5715768530685067882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5715768530685067882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5715768530685067882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/rip.html' title='RIP.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-8546673328176657555</id><published>2010-01-17T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:51:55.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great sun tanning ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16/1/10, Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures are uploaded at FB, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great wine , great companies &amp;amp; a fun volleyball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;)). It's been 4 years since I touch volleyball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skills of cos lose out alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual say meeting at 11am everyone was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;late, it's about 11.30 we meet up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we reach the beach it was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;already 12 plus. &amp;amp; we put down our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bags , mummy change into her bikini &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the whole tanning sessions starts ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rachel jie jie brought her Red Wine along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So imagine a nice Red Wine, great companies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everything is so beautiful w strawberries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there's chocolate that will be best! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause Red Wine w chocolate make things even more beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We tanned till 2plus and we decided to head off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause 3 of us are v tired by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bath and stuff off we went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I enjoy this sentosa trip ;D, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the previous one w Dear Felicia too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next month another trip to the beach w &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geraldine jiejie &amp;amp; mummy, maybe this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time we shall go on sunday then Felicia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can join us too! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every month sentosa once ;D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-8546673328176657555?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8546673328176657555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=8546673328176657555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8546673328176657555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8546673328176657555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-sun-tanning-d.html' title='A Great sun tanning ;D'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-734470497791378839</id><published>2010-01-13T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:05:57.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God, I didn't believe I actually woke up at 7.45am &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not getting back to bed to sleep. &amp;amp; I still have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go for class later on , Im really very tired right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im having swollen and puffy eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hurting cause I didn't had enough sleep ;((. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God , Im so going to sleep early already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My eyes are closing already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im talking to Judy on msn and she was like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;asking if Im talking about her the previous post,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silly , Im not talking about you. Cause you didn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;said things like that . Haha ! &amp;amp; I know you won't ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're already friends for 4 yrs &amp;amp; counting lar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha , I remember when Im at the deepest moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're always around . Hehe ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I don't want to mention about anything about yesterday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause Im really very to think back and everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im heading town to FEP to get my dresses &amp;amp; Michy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get her heels. SEEYA! Blog w photos soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-734470497791378839?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/734470497791378839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=734470497791378839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/734470497791378839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/734470497791378839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-tired.html' title='So tired .'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-3396690781112379371</id><published>2010-01-12T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:58:12.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless towards her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cass , don't worry Im not saying you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I meet people miscarriage and still living a happy life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I've never heard or seen someone like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just because she has met a miscarriage 1 month ago ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she told people she doesn't want to comment and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;also don't want to know because of her miscarriage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; she's upset that people around her are getting pregnant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but not her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I doesn't mean to be so straight forward here , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but seriously , is getting pregnant such a big thing !?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe yes , but think about it . It doesn't mean &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;once u miscarriage you must replace one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know the pain and lost of your own child , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nobody wants too, but since it's already lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it's already too late to say anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't understand why must really have a kid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after getting marry , does it means really marriage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;means A KID NEEDED TO BE BORN?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously no money no talk. Don't ever think that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;marry a rich husband means you'll call for wind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and rain whenever you wants . Cause it's impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes , I agree on young marriages but doesn't mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I agree on most young parents . Cause when your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking is not even to the extend of being mature, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and really save what you earn for future and kids, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're not ready &amp;amp; not prepared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've a ex colleague Coco , she earns and save at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;together with her boyf that's what I called ready even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thou their status is still boyf &amp;amp; girlf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she really spend times , take care &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and even save for her kids together with her boyf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But not get pay today spend it all by the next 2 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is miscarriage really such a big thing? No I doubt so, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause in the whole wide world you're not the only one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't see why must it be such a big woo-ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, maybe you'll think I don't understand the pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you'll never ever understand a pain of a kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;born in a family w/o happiness or even a broken family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went through the pain , I walked through all these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll never understand the meaning of being a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;single parents child and never never understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your kids feeling when people laughing at them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And seeing people's family with that kind of envy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you think it's you then it's you. Cause it's very obvious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-3396690781112379371?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3396690781112379371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=3396690781112379371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3396690781112379371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/3396690781112379371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/speechless-towards-her.html' title='Speechless towards her.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2271210373934008074</id><published>2010-01-12T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:01:52.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im feeling troubled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im feeling trouble due to reasons I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just feels like bursting into big tears, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isit school that's abit tiring and stress? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I doubt so , cause it's only the starting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of school &amp;amp; it should be fun instead . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isit not enough of sleeps ? I think I had enough today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I still seems so troubled .  Just now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while hiding inside the toilet wanting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to cry out , I was at a moment of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my own , feeling everything around me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seems to stop and even the clock has &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stop ticking . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought to the moment I saw mummy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crying to the web-cam telling me that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone is giving her the feeling of she's useless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suddenly thought through alot of past, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to start tearing , I don't know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what to do. I still cannot let the past off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems so impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I have let go of it 1 year back , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I was wrong super wrong , cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't forget at all , it was just left in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a corner in my heart, kept some where behind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all doors &amp;amp; hidden behind my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I cannot be compared &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to anyone worst than me , but I really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never thought things like that would happened . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never wanted to lose anything just like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't have any choice to make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking into the photos of me as a kid , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tears just couldn't stop falling . As I can see that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;smile is so true so real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See that photo of us taken with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really miss you alot, but everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is too late to say. You left for another woman , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you hurt everyone's heart in our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; you never return at all .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still felt the scar , I still felt it as fresh as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was . Time couldn't heal , even when I tried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all I believe but wish it was just a dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where I know it's impossible cause it's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2271210373934008074?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2271210373934008074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2271210373934008074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2271210373934008074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2271210373934008074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-feeling-troubled.html' title='Im feeling troubled.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-107369496092362245</id><published>2010-01-12T00:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:46:36.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotten home from class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S0tOe9GlfBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/sm-epyPLPus/s1600-h/DSC02364.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S0tOe9GlfBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/sm-epyPLPus/s400/DSC02364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425516469803121682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's super duper fun in class today, everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;gets their dummy head and started , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;discussing how disgust it was . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haha , after that class start , &amp;amp; 9.45pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;our class ended, first thing was , PICK UP MY PHONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Message from a number of people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;even missed called . So I faster called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;back and replied . After that Michael Tung, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;came to fetch me home cause Im carrying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hell lot of things and those idiotic car was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;like squeezing into a super small parking lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*curse &amp;amp; swear* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haha , so after he fetch me home , here I am to blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;after my dinner &amp;amp; desert ;D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay , I can't seems to wait ! Im meeting Felicia at Orchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;again on Wednesday , cause Im shopping for CNY's clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The mood is here , cause everything is in RED colour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haha, how fast time flies. It's already the 12th of Jan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my class has already started 4 lesson out of 60 lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Im excited for CNY clothes . Can't wait , cotton on for pyjamas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp; undergarments . Hula &amp;amp; co. for dresses or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Far east, I shall decide since it's gonna be wearing black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this year. Hehe ;P my favorite colour . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anw, I've came across my bf's colleague's FB profile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sad to say he's dad just passed away during the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;first week of Jan , he wrote this to he's dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;爸...遥远的你还好吗？我好想你！不管我们相隔多远，你会永远的活在我心里面，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;我也知道...你会一直这样默默的守护着我 . " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Never fail after reading these, my tears roll down my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well , what I can say is , when a person must leave he needs to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So really cherish and love the person when they are around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Especially whenever you did something wrong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but they are the one that didn't give up hopes on you . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I use to don't understand family love, but getting mature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;age by age, I really understand the meaning of loving your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;family, and blood is always thicker than water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause if they weren't here I won't be here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People won't be reading my blog , this world won't have&lt;br /&gt;Anabelle this gal . Maybe Im still in heaven waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;for my turn here in this world . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alan told me , don't compare anymore with each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;other's family . Don't compare yourself with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;anyone, cause you'll never find another you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;any where in this world. Same name , and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But there'll never be the same person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;same character same personality . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause there's only one you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really thought through alot , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't want to waste another min on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hating anyone in this world , but I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't love everybody cause some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;really doesn't deserve my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and doesn't appreciate my love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happiness is within your hands but how you see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;;D So treasure everyone around you before it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;too late, cause you're their beloved too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/gotten-home-from-class.html' title='Gotten home from class.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S0tOe9GlfBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/sm-epyPLPus/s72-c/DSC02364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-26720328314731419</id><published>2010-01-08T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:28:17.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired ;((</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im quite tired due to waking up early &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to accompany Cass to the doctor at Bedok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woke up at 9am to prepare everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;(( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today w/o fake eyelashes my eyes was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dropping down whenever Im doing nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Restless day ;(( I still have got school later on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till I don know what time. ;(( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im tired really tired shall take a nap for now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;later go school . ;(( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-26720328314731419?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-6293614902132660033</id><published>2010-01-04T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:56:01.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S0INlWNK_TI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-GLWRE0v96U/s1600-h/DSC02334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S0INlWNK_TI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-GLWRE0v96U/s400/DSC02334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422911836574645554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     Okay, Finally I get to see my Dear Eileen ;D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She keeps telling me that she's unglam because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she didn't even had the time to put make up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha I was like she's looks okay w/o make up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, first day of class today. It's fun but abit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boring cause we're talking about Skincare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's SPF and UVA/B/C and blah blah blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met new friends and stuff ;D they are rather cute and friendly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;D, Im booking chalet on the March 5, 6 &amp;amp; 7th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Babes make yourself free eh! ;D Sweet 16 ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;D but Im sharing a chalet w Dear's colleagues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yea, your make yourself free eh ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-6293614902132660033?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6293614902132660033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=6293614902132660033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6293614902132660033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6293614902132660033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-d.html' title='First Day ;D'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/S0INlWNK_TI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-GLWRE0v96U/s72-c/DSC02334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-7255186652993973112</id><published>2010-01-02T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:09:11.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears just flow on the way home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear's Mummy, Daddy wanted to fetch Dear's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to clinic to cure he's leg cause it's swallon again yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But end up due to it's Saturday most clinic is closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or half day. So they decided to bring Dear to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tan Tock Seng hospital. I was on the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the while till Dear's mummy came out and said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear needs to be in hospital cause he has &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fever and they are giving him pain killers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to see if he's leg reduce the swell and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we have to come home and wait, end up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way home, I tried controlling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But tears just flow like mad I hate this feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im hating why Dear's leg doesn't happens on me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why Dear's pain don't happens on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today I won't feel so much emotional going on now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tears rolling down, Im ignoring all incoming messages &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;phone calls. Im really very down right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im alone at home with Bibi, Im crying with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a million of tears, Im dying of worried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But nobody understand. Im alone at home now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;w/o watching show w/o hearing song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im crying like crazy. I don't know who to tell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only can hide everything inside my heart and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keep crying DD; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He just called and ask me to go and have a bite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of my dinner, but I really got no appetite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want him to come home ;((. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-7255186652993973112?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7255186652993973112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=7255186652993973112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7255186652993973112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7255186652993973112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/tears-just-flow-on-way-home.html' title='Tears just flow on the way home.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-7646625444067015763</id><published>2009-12-31T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:16:12.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 8 month Anniversary ;))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I totally forgotten it's the 30th, and indeed I didn't even &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;message him wishing him happy 8th months &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like I've always do previously, sending him message &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the clock hits 12am. But this month I didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; totally forgotten about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to meet up with PeiXing to get Michy's present, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and deciding what to do today, we've thought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in mind already, just that we wants to check &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the price. If it's too expensive it's totally not worth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today should be pack like crazy due to NEW YEAR'S EVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People going partehh &amp;amp; hanging out late night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when taking train is a very pack thing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we're meeting up at 2pm bugis control, but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess what? Im awake by 9.45am cause of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear and he's cirg, he's always smoking inside the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;room w/o opening the window and my nose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will hurt when I smell in cirg during my sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; AWAKE. Alright Michy HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im meeting you later for your mini B'day CELEBRATION &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope you're happy eh ;)) SEE YA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-7646625444067015763?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7646625444067015763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=7646625444067015763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7646625444067015763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/7646625444067015763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-8-month-anniversary.html' title='Happy 8 month Anniversary ;))'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2133280402203949354</id><published>2009-12-30T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:55:04.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Happy Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DEC BABIES &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy birthday to you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I forgot to mention on the 28 Dec, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikey's birthday ( Dear's colleague) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my station, cause Im suppose to alight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at somerset, but I miss it and alight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at Orchard cause it's nearer to Dear's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; silly me walked ALL THE way from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orchard mrt to Somerset mrt cause Im &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking for HMV! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I reached at 7.30pm and walking to lucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only at 8.15pm. So can imagine how tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. But Im dumb lar, forgot to alight at somerset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after going to HMV to get Mikey's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;present I went back to paragon to get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orange Julius for refreshing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then walked back to lucky pass Mikey the disc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wish him A HAPPY BIRTHDAY~ . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. ;)) I was worried I gotten the wrong disc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I asked him to double checked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yest 29/12/09, meet up w Cass &amp;amp; Vincent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to acc Cass to interview and we went K- cos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we couldn't think of what to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after K, eating at Food Junction &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smoke break and off to lucky to meet up with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear &amp;amp; that's the end of our trip. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow it's 31st ~ &amp;amp; those whom know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of our GREEDY friend's birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha that's MICHYPAN!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She should be happy happy these few &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;days so many people celebrating with her lar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry we couldn't turn up for your chalet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Christmas nite leh. How to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, so sorry. ;(( Im your true friend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just that Im busy on that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Im still celebrating with you tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; it's the actual date okay! Haha ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok lar, I know busy is not a excuse of not turning up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, but well I hope tomorrow you'll enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear was saying tomrrow stay at home for COUNT DOWN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like anything but thought you said wanna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go see fireworks. He was like saying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see if anyone wants to go. Hehe, cause it's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a secret between us! Hehe ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Den he was like see how first, cause won't know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they'll be doing. ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wait and see, thou occassion we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didn't go out but at least we spend our day together. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;78 days to my birthday!! Still so long! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's okay at a blink of my studies and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear's work it'll soon come! Haha, 78 days to my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish a big big surprise birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually my friend's birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll pretend we forget her birthday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then call her and say we wants to meet her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she's suppose to come down now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No excuse. Haha, so cruel right? ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Den she'll say what the hell so far, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but end up all her friends and her bf is already &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at that destination waiting for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, when she reached she call either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of us, and we'll pick her up and through out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole journey of walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll never wish her happy birthday or everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll treat it as we forgotten and keep talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the phone then when reaching one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of them will stand outside of that surprise to wave so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people hiding knows she have reached. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; once she stepped into the room,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday song come out. Haha, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SURPRISE! She immediately burst into tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hits us for treating her this way. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So how cruel can we be, but it's kind of a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surprise really well planned by her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friends &amp;amp; boyfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I don't expect all these but if want also can la. HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;P ;P ;P My boyfriend don't reads my blog so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he won't plan such romantic surprise for me. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm Im planning to do something special on he's birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I still can't think of anything cause he's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an asshole which don't appreciate! Haha just kidding lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL. 78days and 2 more years Im turning 18!! That's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the most happy day of mine. Cause.... SHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Secrets. OKOK I shall go bath, meeting PeiXing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's gonna kill me if Im late! ;P Bye blog soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2133280402203949354?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2133280402203949354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2133280402203949354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2133280402203949354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2133280402203949354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-happy-happy-happy.html' title='Happy Happy Happy Happy.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-5318485194173572219</id><published>2009-12-29T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:51:31.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Zombie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, Im a waking Zombie. All thanks to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear and he's phone call. He talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as thou the person is deaf in the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How cruel and woke me up from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my beauty sleep. How idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall make him sleep late late tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I couldn't sleep late enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im meeting Vincent and Cass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;later on see even she last min PS me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still accompany her okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm Im lazy to sit infront of the computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im going to lie on the bed and eat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my CHIPS! ;)) Loves blog later on ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-5318485194173572219?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5318485194173572219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=5318485194173572219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5318485194173572219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/5318485194173572219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/waking-zombie.html' title='Waking Zombie.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-201328235509172524</id><published>2009-12-28T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T15:23:02.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deleted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I deleted earlier on that post. Cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after eating 2 chocolate and drinking Ribena, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes me feels better already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou those disappointment still lingering &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inside my head, but sigh forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shouldn't be so petty and shouldn't have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;said those hurtful words to them on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chocolate is still the one that cheers me up whenever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im upset, disappointed, angry or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember I used to hate chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause it's fattening and I used to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always eat and it's kind of disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But after stop eating for almost 2 years, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im starting to eat chocolate again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT, it's certain chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel kind of sleepy cause I didn't slept well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last night. But it's okay since Im at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall take a nap, bye peeps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-201328235509172524?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/201328235509172524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=201328235509172524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/201328235509172524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/201328235509172524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/deleted.html' title='Deleted.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4052862789409850547</id><published>2009-12-27T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:38:09.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder why!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been receiving another comment from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my Boyfriend's friend about me again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, William was saying that Im very "dao" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never even said Hi whenever I walked passed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, this is the 2nd person saying Im "dao", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first was Ah Liang, saying that I look so piss whenever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking into Lucky Plaza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I admit that whenever I walked pass all shops, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never smiled to anyone around, unless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those I talked to before and really chat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with before, Etc ; Ah Chomp ; More Pearl ; Ah Kang ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah long; Siam Kia, Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im waiting for Dear to come home now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now already 8.28pm. Hmm, Im waiting and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drinking Ribeana ;)). &amp;amp; Im waiting to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see if Dear wants to eat noodle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to buy Rojak, Im craving for it. ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wonder if Dear will buy it for me when he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is downstairs. I bet he won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He now a days already seldom buy Pink Dolphine for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;((. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, 2010 is coming!!! ;)) YAYNESS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im so so so happy!! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Due to school starts and also because it's a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new year! Means, this year will be a memory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I can forget about all unhappiness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from some jerks or asshole 2009 will be the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;worst year of mine. ;)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou Im happy on my birthday celebration cause first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;year I spend with Michy, Felicia &amp;amp; Mr.Yip ( DEAR) , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then I celebrate the first birthday with Dear &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then our 1st outing as a couple, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first meeting of he's parents, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first meeting of he's friends and movie with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's friends and everything ;)). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; slowly dinner ; outing ; praying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;together with he's friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till our first quarrel, our first disagreement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou all these are memoreable but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just dislike this year, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe due to some reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I've learned, understand the man or woman, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before judging them with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what people said. I will learn from my mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4052862789409850547?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4052862789409850547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4052862789409850547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4052862789409850547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4052862789409850547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/wonder-why.html' title='Wonder why!'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4760747059513254819</id><published>2009-12-27T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:24:19.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing special today, Im staying at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blogging and later I wants to train my Cammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on street fighter IV. In order to win Dear. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know FAT FAT HOPE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm, 4 more days to 2010, 8 more days till school starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; 81 more days to my birthday. Arghhs, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still so long way to go... Let's just wait. Hehe. ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear is still thinking about he's bike matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause that time he said, if don't want the bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;already don't have to pay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then now when Papa went down and ask him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he say need to pay $4k! WTF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Dear asked him to pick up the phone and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ask him and everything end up he told Dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Say only mar, I use mouth say what." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm such asshole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now we deciding to whether take back the bike or what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh, Dear said, he'll pay the insurance and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything, but then if the Error 2 is not fixed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he won't pay a single cent. Sigh, why!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People let him do but then he just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't appreciate it but always doing half done job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for people. Sigh big sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kk, Im going to watch my Drama, see ya guys ;)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4760747059513254819?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4760747059513254819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4760747059513254819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4760747059513254819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4760747059513254819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-special.html' title='Nothing Special.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2284695027997942729</id><published>2009-12-27T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:14:26.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday BI BI!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BI BI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's bi bi birthday today. Haha but almost &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of us went out of the house, due to work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and school stuff ;P Poor him was home alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with Dear's mummy as usual. Haha, but today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's birthday got special Dear took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my bowl of chicken for him to eat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol, as many know Im some how not taking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meat as much as I can. Especially like Chicken, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beef and pork. Im taking Fish if my meals, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have Fish. But sometimes I eat cause Dear's mummy cooked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright shall end here ;)) Bye peeps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2284695027997942729?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2284695027997942729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2284695027997942729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2284695027997942729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2284695027997942729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-bi-bi.html' title='Happy Birthday BI BI!!'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-4238223088608306750</id><published>2009-12-27T02:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:07:59.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish You A Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We wish you a merry christmas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we wish you a merry christmas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we wish you a merry christmas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; a happy new year. ;)) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Christmas today. Last night wasn't fun at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went rounding after all fun with 30 over cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &amp;amp; ending up losing them all. Lol. So after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that we went to eat and some food court with Ah Leong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; he send us back home to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No photos taken. Lol, kind of lazy to take pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-4238223088608306750?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4238223088608306750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=4238223088608306750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4238223088608306750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/4238223088608306750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish-you-merry-christmas.html' title='Wish You A Merry Christmas'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-8758665822337977608</id><published>2009-12-23T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:25:37.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PONDERING INTO THOUGHTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, I really wish a human don't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have to think so much in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't have so much actions and so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lying in life. But it's almost impossible &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to do so. I wonder why and asking myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why cannot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why a man cannot love just one woman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and forget about having another affair outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why woman cannot voice out whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they doesn't like and let their partner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knows what they're not happy with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why why why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much why inside my head, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's so much impossible in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot stop wondering if people is lying, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I cannot stop wondering the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God, why you create us with feelings, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why you create us with such feeling that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is feels so miserable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine if the world has no feeling, just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like zombie, no feelings nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least when you know your partner lying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or having another affair outside you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;won't feel that pain and that unbearable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tears flowing feeling. Why God create us with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Greed, one is not enough, must be more than one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really want to stop this kind of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feelings and stop having such irritating mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wants to be happy and really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have a happy self. But it's almost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;impossible, cause Im always pondering into &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deep thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;我相信你说的每一句&lt;br /&gt;就算是明知是甜言蜜语&lt;br /&gt;可是我总觉得哪里有问题&lt;br /&gt;也许这些话语不只说给我听&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信是因为你的犹豫&lt;br /&gt;所以把感情陷入难题&lt;br /&gt;没关系我有做坏人的勇气&lt;br /&gt;就算毁灭自己也要捍卫爱情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;全都相信&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;相信你说的每一句&lt;br /&gt;每一句我答应我可以我不会负你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一句只差一句我爱你&lt;br /&gt;就算是一切都变成回忆&lt;br /&gt;可是我逃不开也回不去&lt;br /&gt;也许这些话语是讽刺的回音&lt;br /&gt;所以把我永远困在这里&lt;br /&gt;没关系我会继续撑下去&lt;br /&gt;给我勇气呼吸我只需要一句&lt;br /&gt;我想你说不出我爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-8758665822337977608?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8758665822337977608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=8758665822337977608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8758665822337977608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/8758665822337977608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/pondering-into-thoughts.html' title='PONDERING INTO THOUGHTS.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-6802938663206773464</id><published>2009-12-22T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:11:55.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im starting to scare of losing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my family members, my mum, my grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; my great grand-mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever a year pass, I will be thinking in my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;head, another year lesser to spend my time with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;them, sometimes I wish really time stop at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a point where is the happiest time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe my happiest time with my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was when I was 4-6 years old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou that period of time, my r/s with my mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wasn't that good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night I've watched the Life Transformer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on channel 8, talking about this family needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people's help and talking about their story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At every scene when their eldest son &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is crying when he's mum left for work, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;makes me filled my eyes with tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it really hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've heard the worst thing I've heard about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singapore. Both their son wasn't able to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;help themselves with the basic living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of life. When their eldest son ran away from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;home, he was burned by cigarette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and people hold him on the head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and bang it against the wall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I heard from my mum that grandma leg's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ain't doing any better my heart suddenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;felt sour, what if a day she really left us, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and what if she really disappear in our life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nobody can replace her in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't wish to lose her, I've never seen someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so understanding and everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when it's time she'll return to God &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she'll be someone new again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dog has life, human has life even a little small &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;animal and fly has life, but just that this life their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;born to be animal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I heard one day my 3 dogs will leave me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my eyes filled up with tears and I want them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by my side thou sometimes their noisy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But they're still the one that cheer up me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whenever Im upset, they are the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seeing me cry at times and lick up my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hand to tell me that they're here for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really wish that people around me understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the meaning of life and treasure what is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going on in life cycle. I really don't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;want people in my life to leave me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im afraid, Im scare that they leave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how to treasure, I don't know how &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to love previously. Dear is still &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at lucky having dinner with Xiao Hao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow Im meeting him up for AVATAR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amk Hub, I heard is a nice nice movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;worth watching I shall decide tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 hours show, better make it worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-6802938663206773464?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6802938663206773464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=6802938663206773464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6802938663206773464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/6802938663206773464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/family.html' title='Family ♥'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-2507166795424978633</id><published>2009-12-22T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:11:58.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain Pain Pain ;((</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im in pain ;((. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pain cause of my mens, and the cramps is killing ;((. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's on the 22nd Cantonese's Chinese New Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Im having a PMS mood and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the pain is hurting me like mad ;((. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROAR BIG ROAR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pain pain pain pain pain ;((. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wants to lie down and rest, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sigh, it's impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow Im going back Dear's place, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shall have a good rest in the noon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't want to tired myself out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to rest and not do anything today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im feeling not well, the pain is hurting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till I feel very weak in the body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't feel moving at all, the gushing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is irritating. ;(( SAVE ME PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101831766442189081-2507166795424978633?l=little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2507166795424978633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101831766442189081&amp;postID=2507166795424978633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2507166795424978633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101831766442189081/posts/default/2507166795424978633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/pain-pain-pain.html' title='Pain Pain Pain ;(('/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101831766442189081.post-7765812045949154858</id><published>2009-12-22T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:59:21.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart talk.. ♥ ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Im talking to Michy now, and she was saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;A friend of her just reminded her of that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"you broke up because you know you both are not suitable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;and the reasons behind was knowing him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;well and he's character which doesn't really sutis you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So why not have sombody you actually know him really well enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;True enough, what's the point of rushing into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;a r/s. I never want that again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Some how when Im with Dear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I know he's dislike, know he's likes but when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Im with the past I doesn't seems to even bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;remembering. Haha! How cruel. ;P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well, Im sorry to my ex-s that I've hurt most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;of you, but seriously your have made me learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;what is the meaning of treasure and loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;every chance people give you. Trusting someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;trusting that he'll never cheat on you and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;never hurt you with. &amp;amp; will never hit you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;whenever your quarreled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Never tie a person too tight till it can't breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well, Im glad your teaches me such lesson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;and show me almost your true colours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="App
